“I can see that. How's your ankle?”
“Lot better.” I clear my throat. I need to stop acting weird or my mom will know something's up. I put down my fork. “Did you have a nice lunch with Pierce yesterday? Where'd you go?”
“The Palm,” she replies. “It was lovely. Pierce is a regular there and always gets the best table.”
“Oh, good.” I glance up as Nate slides opens the door from outside. He winks at me and I quickly bury my head back in my food so that my mom can't see the blush spreading across my cheeks.
“Just returning from your morning workout, Nate?” my mom asks as she begins to fix herself some tea. “You're both getting such late starts today.”
“Must've been that hike,” Nate replies nonchalantly. “How's your ankle?”
“Lot better,” I repeat, holding it out from under the table and rolling it around to demonstrate.
“Better keep the tape on for another day just to be safe.”
“That's just what I was thinking.”
“Anybody want some coffee? I'm just putting some water on,” my mom breaks in.
“Yes, please,” we both chorus.
“You know, I'm so glad you two are getting along. That 'step' word has such a bad connotation, I suppose because of Cinderella…you know, the wicked stepsisters. But of course, having a bigger family can be such a positive thing,” she muses, turning up the burner on the stovetop. I watch her for a moment, wondering if she's trying to bring up something about what I said to her last night, about how she needs to get involved in Pierce's harsh treatment of his son.
“Very positive,” Nate replies seriously, not looking at me as I glare at him warningly. It is so not the time for one of his smartass comments.
“Pierce and I are going to the farmer's market in about an hour. You guys want to come?”
And miss a chance to be alone with Nate? “I was thinking I was just going to sit by the pool today,” I reply. “Give my ankle a little more time to heal.”
“Probably wise,” my mom agrees. “What about you, Nate?”
“I have to, um…” he trails off, trying to come up with an excuse. “You know, I think my friend Jackson might swing by later, so I better stay home.”
“OK, just the parents then,” my mom with a faux sigh. Nate and my mom both leave the kitchen to take their coffee into other rooms, so I can finish off my breakfast in peace. After I clean up my plates, I decide to head into the den and turn on the TV. My body needs to digest that giant breakfast I just devoured.
Pierce and my mom find me sitting in there on their way out the door, and I wave goodbye. But as soon as the door closes, a ball of excitement forms in my stomach. I'm alone with Nate. I feel like a kid on Christmas morning. I push aside the throw and stand up, heading for the stairs and Nate's bedroom. A flurry of nerves hits me as I walk down the hallway and knock softly on his door.
“One sec!” he calls back. “OK, come in.” I push the door open to find him standing just outside his bathroom, a white towel wrapped around his waist. He's dripping wet, having clearly just stepped out of the shower. “Oh, it's you,” he says with a smile. I shut the door behind me.
“They just left.”
“How are you feeling, really? I want to make sure I didn't go too fast last night. Any regrets?”
I walk toward him. “I do have one regret.” He frowns in concern, his beautiful forehead marred by a line in between his eyebrows. “There was something I wanted to do last night, but I didn't get the chance.” The tension immediately leaves his face.
“Which was?” he asks, the edge of his mouth twisting up in a questioning smile.
I reach forward and unwrap his towel in response, then kneel in front of him. I watch his cock grow hard in front of my eyes as he gazes down at me. Without another word, I run my hands up the front of his thighs, feeling his leg hair under my palms disappear as it reaches the line of his hips. I lean forward, trailing kisses just under his belly button. He smells amazing—a heady mixture of fresh shower combined with the very personal scent of his package. It's unlike anything I've smelled before, and though I haven't been with anyone else, I bet the smell is all his own.
I wrap my hands around the back of his thighs as I dip my head and kiss the base of his shaft. His cock jumps slightly in response to my touch, and I hear him groan. I wrap my hand around him, pulling him toward my mouth. I circle my tongue lightly around his tip, licking up a bead of liquid that has just appeared there.
I move to the base of his dick, pressing my tongue down hard as I make my way back up the underside of his shaft, then flick my tongue around his tip. Then I tuck my lips around my teeth and wrap them around him, stretching my mouth wide to receive him. I move slowly down his length, wanting to make him feel as good as he's been making me feel. And to tease him a little, too, if I'm being perfectly honest.
I look up at him as I pull back, and see him biting his lip as he looks down at me. I circle his tip with my tongue for a minute as he watches me. I feel myself growing wet—why going down on him turns me on so much I don't know, but it does. His fingers wrap around the back of my head, digging into my hair, as he dips his head back.
I take him in my mouth again and begin to move faster. I bring one hand up to massage his balls, and wrap the other around his shaft, following my mouth. I still can't fit his whole cock in my mouth, so I figure this is kind of a good cheat. My eyes begin to water a bit as I hear him begin to groan. I move even faster, excited to feel him come in my mouth, and to taste him.
“Oh, fuck, fuck, I'm coming,” he moans, and suddenly my mouth is filled with liquid. I keep moving my head back and forth even as I feel it leak a little out of the corner of my mouth. Should I swallow it? I don't know what else to do, so I lean back for a moment and feel it run down my throat.
Nate's taking deep breaths above me, his chest heaving, so I lean forward again and kiss his shaft gently as it softens a bit. I guess I expected it to, you know, go down right away, but it stays mostly erect as I stand back up.
To my surprise, he wraps his arms around me and kisses me. I thought he might feel some compunction considering where my mouth has been, but his tongue slips readily against mine and I relax against him. His hand slides down my ass and he rubs himself against me.
“How much longer do you think they'll be gone?” he asks breaking away and bringing his other hand up to my cheek.
“No idea.”