this desire to be covered by him.
I pull him from my mouth, letting his come shoot over my bare, bouncing tits, letting his come hit my face, my mouth, my lips, my neck. I want to be drenched in him the same way my gushing release covered his face when he sucked my pussy. He comes all over me, and I'm already fantasizing about his come shooting across my bare ass next time we fuck.
I fill my mouth with his cock again, needing to taste him one final time.
"Oh my fucking god, woman," he moans as I take his throbbing cock from my mouth, climb back into his lap, and wipe my face with the back of my hand. I want to keep those creamy beads on my skin, glistening reminders of the way I was just taken. "What the fuck was that?"
I smile, shocked at the way I just let my inhibitions fly.
"That, Holden, was my way of saying yes. Yes, I'll go out with you on Saturday."
Chapter Nineteen
Holden
S he insists on driving her own car, which, okay, I understand. We may have fucked like rabbits in the old theater, but things with us can change in a moment. And maybe she figures if she end up storming out of my house, this time she'd rather be driving her own car.
Before she comes, though, I call my sister, because my mom has been making a big deal about me getting in touch with her.
"Hey, Catalina." I grab a bottle of water from the fridge, having just finished an intense workout with my physical trainer. "You doing good?"
"Did mom tell you to call, or did you call because you love me?"
"I love you, but yeah, Mom told me to call."
"You suck. But you can make it up to me by letting me move into your guest house for the summer. And next fall."
"You have school in the fall, Cat."
"I'm transferring to film school at U of C, in the heart of LA. Aren't you excited?"
"Excited? Cat, this is little rash, isn't it?"
"Mom says she's moving to LA this fall and this way we can all be there, together."
"When did mom tell you that?"
Cat sighs, exasperated, like I'm a complete idiot.
"She says she wants to be on that reality show Millionaire Matchmaker. She's desperate for a man, Holden."
I roll my eyes, "Listen, she's not going on reality TV."
"Well, she’s moving there. She's listing the townhouse."
"That's crazy," I say, uncapping the water bottle. "Once we're all gone, it's like there won't be anything left in Tolling."
"Except Bexley," Catalina says in a sing-song voice.
"Well, she won't be there long."
"No?"
"Not if I have anything to do with it."
"You're still avoiding my question. Can I move in this summer ... and stay for the fall?"
"Couldn't you move into whatever Mom buys?"
"Eww, Holden. Mom wants to move to LA to find a boyfriend. I don't need to hear that."
"Cat, that's way too much information."
"You're telling me. She called me to tell me about match.com, asking for advice on her profile pic."
"Why are we talking about this?" I ask her.
"I have no idea. Listen, I promise I won't cramp you and bitchy-Bexy's style. Promise."
"Don't call her that, Cat."
She sighs. "Okay. Just ... you know how she always was."
I snort. "Do you remember how I've always been?"
"Touché. Guess you're both totally weird. Perfect for one another."
"I'm going, Cat. Great talk," I tell her, sarcasm rolling off my tongue.
"Honest though, Holden. Thanks. This summer is going to be amazing."
"Whatever you say, sis," I say, knowing I never directly said yes.
I hang up, shaking my head, needing to get ready for the date that could change everything.
* * *
A few hours later , Bexley arrives in her Volvo, and I tell her my plans for a long walk on the beach. A simple, hand-holding walk where we can catch up. No agenda. We head down the steps off my patio, and we're on the beach in minutes.
"This is good. I wanted normal today, Holden," she says.
"Me too." I lean in, and am rewarded with a soft, parted-lip kiss.
Pulling apart, we smile, the sun on our faces and the sand in our toes. I could get fucking used to this.
"So, did you ever
I pull him from my mouth, letting his come shoot over my bare, bouncing tits, letting his come hit my face, my mouth, my lips, my neck. I want to be drenched in him the same way my gushing release covered his face when he sucked my pussy. He comes all over me, and I'm already fantasizing about his come shooting across my bare ass next time we fuck.
I fill my mouth with his cock again, needing to taste him one final time.
"Oh my fucking god, woman," he moans as I take his throbbing cock from my mouth, climb back into his lap, and wipe my face with the back of my hand. I want to keep those creamy beads on my skin, glistening reminders of the way I was just taken. "What the fuck was that?"
I smile, shocked at the way I just let my inhibitions fly.
"That, Holden, was my way of saying yes. Yes, I'll go out with you on Saturday."
Chapter Nineteen
Holden
S he insists on driving her own car, which, okay, I understand. We may have fucked like rabbits in the old theater, but things with us can change in a moment. And maybe she figures if she end up storming out of my house, this time she'd rather be driving her own car.
Before she comes, though, I call my sister, because my mom has been making a big deal about me getting in touch with her.
"Hey, Catalina." I grab a bottle of water from the fridge, having just finished an intense workout with my physical trainer. "You doing good?"
"Did mom tell you to call, or did you call because you love me?"
"I love you, but yeah, Mom told me to call."
"You suck. But you can make it up to me by letting me move into your guest house for the summer. And next fall."
"You have school in the fall, Cat."
"I'm transferring to film school at U of C, in the heart of LA. Aren't you excited?"
"Excited? Cat, this is little rash, isn't it?"
"Mom says she's moving to LA this fall and this way we can all be there, together."
"When did mom tell you that?"
Cat sighs, exasperated, like I'm a complete idiot.
"She says she wants to be on that reality show Millionaire Matchmaker. She's desperate for a man, Holden."
I roll my eyes, "Listen, she's not going on reality TV."
"Well, she’s moving there. She's listing the townhouse."
"That's crazy," I say, uncapping the water bottle. "Once we're all gone, it's like there won't be anything left in Tolling."
"Except Bexley," Catalina says in a sing-song voice.
"Well, she won't be there long."
"No?"
"Not if I have anything to do with it."
"You're still avoiding my question. Can I move in this summer ... and stay for the fall?"
"Couldn't you move into whatever Mom buys?"
"Eww, Holden. Mom wants to move to LA to find a boyfriend. I don't need to hear that."
"Cat, that's way too much information."
"You're telling me. She called me to tell me about match.com, asking for advice on her profile pic."
"Why are we talking about this?" I ask her.
"I have no idea. Listen, I promise I won't cramp you and bitchy-Bexy's style. Promise."
"Don't call her that, Cat."
She sighs. "Okay. Just ... you know how she always was."
I snort. "Do you remember how I've always been?"
"Touché. Guess you're both totally weird. Perfect for one another."
"I'm going, Cat. Great talk," I tell her, sarcasm rolling off my tongue.
"Honest though, Holden. Thanks. This summer is going to be amazing."
"Whatever you say, sis," I say, knowing I never directly said yes.
I hang up, shaking my head, needing to get ready for the date that could change everything.
* * *
A few hours later , Bexley arrives in her Volvo, and I tell her my plans for a long walk on the beach. A simple, hand-holding walk where we can catch up. No agenda. We head down the steps off my patio, and we're on the beach in minutes.
"This is good. I wanted normal today, Holden," she says.
"Me too." I lean in, and am rewarded with a soft, parted-lip kiss.
Pulling apart, we smile, the sun on our faces and the sand in our toes. I could get fucking used to this.
"So, did you ever
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