Starlight (Peaches Monroe #2)(29)
Author: Mimi Strong

I didn’t take him into my mouth, though, no matter how much his c**k quivered with anticipation as I exhaled hot breath upon the head for a moment before returning to licking.

After a few minutes of this sweet torture, I nudged the bag of marshmallows at my knees and remembered them. I retrieved a handful, and then slowly started to work, like an artist making a sandcastle on the beach. The marshmallows ran up in a swirling line, starting from the base and ending at the tip.

“Wow,” I said when my masterpiece was complete. “It looks like a unicorn’s horn.”

Keith opened his eyes, looked down, and gasped. “That’s what you were doing?” He started to laugh. “I had my eyes shut the whole time. No wonder it smells like cotton candy down there.” He stopped laughing and frowned. “I’ll never be able to un-see this. I’ll be shooting a magazine spread, imagine marshmallows on everyone’s peckers, and lose it.”

“Look on the bright side. I love eating marshmallows, and the bag’s empty now.”

Smiling, he closed his eyes and leaned back against the counter.

I started at the top, engulfing him in my mouth along with the sugary treats. Candy or not, he seemed to appreciate this very much. To get the last ones around the base required deeper throating than I could manage, so I cheated them up with my fingertips.

Once the sweets were gone, I savored the salty taste of his skin, and the pulse of him in my mouth. He was so hard, so ready to burst, but he kept holding back. I wanted him to come, wanted to feel him splash in my mouth and moan as he lost control. With one hand on the base, I worked him strong and steady.

Gasping, he grabbed onto my shoulders with both hands and gently pushed me away.

I looked up at him through my eyelashes. “Come for me,” I said.

“Not like this. I want to be inside you, and I want to feel you come first.”

He slid off the bar stool, grabbed my hand to help me to my feet, and led me to the bedroom.

In there, where it was dark and intimate, with only the light coming through the doorway, he unfastened my pool-damp, black bra and held my br**sts in both hands as he kissed my lips.

A moment later, we wordlessly moved to the bed. I got a condom and put it on for him as he lay on his side. Resting with his shoulders propped up on one elbow, he looked so relaxed and comfortable, so I got onto my back perpendicular to him and scooched down to lift my legs over his hips.

He nodded with approval and used his hand to guide himself into me. He used his free arm between my legs, finding my cl*t and working me as he stroked his length in and out.

Wouldn’t you know it, I barely had time to look up at the ceiling, close my eyes, and I was coming. I gasped and let out some noises to let him know, in case the shuddering deep inside my pu**y around his c**k wasn’t a big enough sign.

He let me finish coming, and then he changed positions, pushing my legs to fold them up against my torso as he climbed on top of me. With my knees folded over his upper arms near his elbows, I had nowhere to go, nothing to do but enjoy the sensation of him sliding in and out of me. He straightened his body like an arrow, his legs straight behind him, and all of his beautiful muscles did the thing they were supposed to do—allow him to f**k me like a superhero.

My eyes rolled up into my head, and either I started to come again, or I hadn’t finished the first one.

His breathing got ragged. His body glistened with sweat. When he leaned down to kiss me, his chin was wet with perspiration.

I opened my eyes to find him staring down at me, a look of curiosity in his brown eyes. His eyelashes lowered, his face contorted, and he groaned as he thrust into me harder than ever. As he touched me deep inside, sending off more quivering waves, his c**k pulsed once, twice, three times. And then he collapsed on top of me, his body weight folding my legs up so my knees were around my chin.

We were still for a moment, and then I wiggled, suddenly uncomfortable.

With a satisfied moan, he rolled off me and said, “That was worth the wait.”

“What was your favorite part?” I cooed, rolling over to face him and trace a line down the center of his sweaty chest.

“Not the marshmallows,” he said, wincing.

“Oh, please. You loved the marshmallows.”

“Fine. I did. Don’t tell anyone.”

“We’re all out of marshmallows.”

“Maybe next time, we can try chocolate chips.”

“Mmm, s’mores.”

“Stop, you’re making me hungry,” I cried.

“It’s not that late. We can watch a movie and eat some kale chips.”

I laughed. “That’s funny. I could have sworn you just said kale chips.”

“Oh, I did.” He nodded, looking very serious. “Stick with me, kid, and I’ll show you plenty of new things.”

I covered my face with my hands. “And to think, I have another week of this.”

He rolled over to me and kissed my hands and the parts of my face sticking through them. “You can stay as long as you like. Stay forever.”

I kept my hands over my face, so he wouldn’t see my expression. I didn’t know how I felt, but I didn’t want him to see my face and get any ideas before I knew.

I coughed abruptly. “Water?”

“Give me a minute to deal with this bag of expired fun, and I’ll be right back with some water, my sweet.”

After he left the room, I stared up at Keith’s bedroom ceiling, which was smooth and plain white, with a simple dome light fixture. The ceiling was dark and provided no answers.

Why couldn’t Keith live in Beaverdale and be anything other than an underwear model? Fooling around with Dalton hadn’t been nearly as dangerous, because he was larger than life, and I never thought we had a future. Keith, though, was so down to earth. Sure there was quite the difference between us as far as percentage of body fat, but his family seemed the equivalent level of crazy-normal as mine, and by the look of his things, he wasn’t I’ll-just-buy-away-my-problems rich.

Ah, but he was on the rebound.

No matter how great we were together, Tabitha had been there before me, and I got the feeling I was just keeping him warm until he found his way back into her arms. Why else would he have kept her photo?

Keith came back into the bedroom, lugging the TV set from the other room.

“Movie night!” he said.

He got the TV set up on his dresser, and we started arguing over the remote control and what movie to watch first, just like a completely regular couple.