of my throat, I thank God I don’t have much of a gag reflex, because that wouldn’t be sexy at all.
“Oh fuck yeah, baby.”
Hearing that he likes it makes me get more creative. I've never given a blowjob before, but I've read enough books that I should be able to make it good for him. I reach down and massage his balls and start to work my mouth in a twisting motion while hollowing out my checks to get better suction.
He tangles his hands in my hair. “Shit, Danielle that feels so fucking good.”
I speed my pace up a bit and bring my other hand around to work the bottom of his shaft, adding a couple turns to my strokes. He grips my hair harder and starts pumping his hips. “Fuck, I’m going to come.”
He goes to pull away, but I really want to taste him, so instead I suck him harder. I remove my hand and take him as deep as I can.
“Fuck, baby, you need to stop or I’m going to come in your mouth.”
I push him all the way to the back of my throat and try to swallow him whole.
“Fuuucccckkkk!” he shouts softly. I feel warm, salty liquid hit the back of my throat, so I swallow again, which makes him growl. “Shit! Fuck, Danielle!”
A couple more spurts hit the back of my throat before I feel him soften in my mouth. I lick him clean, then sit back and look up to see he’s got his arm over his eyes and is breathing heavily. Not bad for my first blow job, I think. I crawl up beside him and cuddle into his side.
“Holy shit, where did you learn to do that? Wait, don’t answer.”
I don’t really want to tell him it was my first time, but the way it sounds, it may ease his thoughts. “I’ve never done it before,” I say quietly, still a little embarrassed, but happy that he seemed to have enjoyed it so much.
We don’t say anything for a while. We only lie there, side by side. I yawn and snuggle closer to him.
“Go to sleep, Baby Girl.”
I want to stay up and spend this moment with him, but I can barely keep my eyes open. Before I drift off to sleep, I hear him say, “I love you, but I can’t lose you.” I fall asleep before I can decide whether I heard him right or if it was just my imagination.
Chapter 9
I wake up lying on my stomach with the sun warming my back and the covers tangled around my feet. I reach my hand out behind me, but feel nothing but cold sheets. My head snaps up, seeing nothing but an empty bed where Zane was only a few hours ago. I look around my room and over toward my bathroom door, thinking maybe he’s taking a shower, but the door is open and the light is off. Where is he? Would he have gone downstairs?
I sit up and grab my phone when I see a note lying underneath it. I pick both up, check the time quickly and see it is a little after noon, and then open the letter.
Danielle,
I don’t know what to say besides I’m sorry. Last night shouldn’t have happened. You are my best friend, and I have no excuse for what came over me. I hope you don’t hate me and that what happened doesn’t ruin our friendship. I had to head back to school, but I’ll call you later. I’m sorry…
Zane
He regrets what happened last night. What I thought was a turning point for us was nothing but a mistake for him. Tears slip down my face, but I don’t even care enough to lift my hand to wipe them away. I can’t believe that what we shared meant so little to him. I thought watching him leave again would hurt, but my heart feels like it’s broken into a million pieces and someone set fire the remains. I should have known better than to think that my dreams were coming true, that destiny was finally going to make up for the shit life has thrown me.
I don’t know how I’m going to get over this. It was hard enough being around him when I knew I had feelings for him, but now actually getting a taste of what I so badly wanted and having it taken away, I feel like I’m dying inside. No, death would be too easy; I’m being
“Oh fuck yeah, baby.”
Hearing that he likes it makes me get more creative. I've never given a blowjob before, but I've read enough books that I should be able to make it good for him. I reach down and massage his balls and start to work my mouth in a twisting motion while hollowing out my checks to get better suction.
He tangles his hands in my hair. “Shit, Danielle that feels so fucking good.”
I speed my pace up a bit and bring my other hand around to work the bottom of his shaft, adding a couple turns to my strokes. He grips my hair harder and starts pumping his hips. “Fuck, I’m going to come.”
He goes to pull away, but I really want to taste him, so instead I suck him harder. I remove my hand and take him as deep as I can.
“Fuck, baby, you need to stop or I’m going to come in your mouth.”
I push him all the way to the back of my throat and try to swallow him whole.
“Fuuucccckkkk!” he shouts softly. I feel warm, salty liquid hit the back of my throat, so I swallow again, which makes him growl. “Shit! Fuck, Danielle!”
A couple more spurts hit the back of my throat before I feel him soften in my mouth. I lick him clean, then sit back and look up to see he’s got his arm over his eyes and is breathing heavily. Not bad for my first blow job, I think. I crawl up beside him and cuddle into his side.
“Holy shit, where did you learn to do that? Wait, don’t answer.”
I don’t really want to tell him it was my first time, but the way it sounds, it may ease his thoughts. “I’ve never done it before,” I say quietly, still a little embarrassed, but happy that he seemed to have enjoyed it so much.
We don’t say anything for a while. We only lie there, side by side. I yawn and snuggle closer to him.
“Go to sleep, Baby Girl.”
I want to stay up and spend this moment with him, but I can barely keep my eyes open. Before I drift off to sleep, I hear him say, “I love you, but I can’t lose you.” I fall asleep before I can decide whether I heard him right or if it was just my imagination.
Chapter 9
I wake up lying on my stomach with the sun warming my back and the covers tangled around my feet. I reach my hand out behind me, but feel nothing but cold sheets. My head snaps up, seeing nothing but an empty bed where Zane was only a few hours ago. I look around my room and over toward my bathroom door, thinking maybe he’s taking a shower, but the door is open and the light is off. Where is he? Would he have gone downstairs?
I sit up and grab my phone when I see a note lying underneath it. I pick both up, check the time quickly and see it is a little after noon, and then open the letter.
Danielle,
I don’t know what to say besides I’m sorry. Last night shouldn’t have happened. You are my best friend, and I have no excuse for what came over me. I hope you don’t hate me and that what happened doesn’t ruin our friendship. I had to head back to school, but I’ll call you later. I’m sorry…
Zane
He regrets what happened last night. What I thought was a turning point for us was nothing but a mistake for him. Tears slip down my face, but I don’t even care enough to lift my hand to wipe them away. I can’t believe that what we shared meant so little to him. I thought watching him leave again would hurt, but my heart feels like it’s broken into a million pieces and someone set fire the remains. I should have known better than to think that my dreams were coming true, that destiny was finally going to make up for the shit life has thrown me.
I don’t know how I’m going to get over this. It was hard enough being around him when I knew I had feelings for him, but now actually getting a taste of what I so badly wanted and having it taken away, I feel like I’m dying inside. No, death would be too easy; I’m being
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