Page 74 of Make My Heart Malt

“Is that so?”

“It is, but the more important question is, what doyouwant?”

She slides out from under my arm and peels back the blanket. I roll over as she climbs between my spread legs, a smile curving her lips. She wraps her hand around the base of my dick and a deep groan rumbles in the back of my throat. Bending down, she runs her tongue along the underside of my shaft. When she reaches the head, her lips wrap around me like a lollipop. She swirls her tongue over the crown, and I suck in a sharp breath. I push her hair to the side for a better view as her hot mouth bobs up and down on my dick.

“Fuck Tates. I love watching you suck my dick. Your pretty lips wrapped around me. How much do you love it?”

She moans around my cock, causing vibration to soar directly to my balls. She keeps a steady pace, and I’m not going to last much longer. She uses her hand, trailing after her mouth, alternating the pressure between her lips and her fingers. I’m seconds away from coming down her throat, but I’m not ready yet.

“Come up here and sit on my face.” She releases my dick with a pop. “Take your shirt off. I want to see your tits.” She does as I say. The fabric drags over her hard nipples until they’re fully exposed, begging to be pinched. Sitting up, I brush my thumb over the hard peak. She arches into my touch and moans.“Come here. I’m so damn hungry for your pussy.” I drop back to the mattress.

She crawls up the side of the bed till her hips are at my shoulders. She lifts a leg over me and straddles my face. I slide my hands up her silky, smooth thighs and around the curve of her ass.

“You don’t need these.” I grip the thin strip of elasticand tug. Both sides rip apart, and the fabric falls to my chest. I brush them away before grabbing her hips and positioning her right where I want her. Starting at the bottom, I lick up her slit with the flat of my tongue. Her body jolts when I reach her clit, so I give her another teasing lick.

“Oh. Garrett.” Her fingers wrap around the fixed headboard. “Mmm.”

“You like my tongue on you? Lapping at your pussy.” With my fingers, I spread her open and continue licking her.

“Yes. I love your tongue on me.” Her hips grind against my face in time with my licks.

I spear her entrance with the tip of my tongue, and she whimpers. I continue licking and sucking. With my thumb, I circle her clit as I lick hard, roughing my tongue over her pussy. Her moans and whimpers grow louder with each swipe. I speed up my movements, desperate for her to come and scream my name while she does it.

“Ah! Yes! Garrett. Right there.” Her hips rock over my tongue. With one hand, she cups her tit before pinching her nipple.

“Come all over my tongue, Tates,” I mumble against her inner thigh before wrapping my lips around her clit to finish the job I started.

“Oh! F-fuck! Garrett.” Her legs tremble, and her orgasm races through her. But I don’t stop. I continue to lap at her pussy until I get every last drop.

THIRTY-ONE

TAKE THE TRASH OUT

Dessa

Over the next twenty-four hours, Garrett and I stay in bed, have sex, order room service, have sex, book our return flights, have sex, go to bed, wake up, and have sex. Thankfully, with online grocery delivery, we were able to order in some condoms. Even without, I’m sure we would have gotten creative. I snuggle deeper into his chest. My finger traces the intricate half-compass-half-baseball tattoo on his chest as I inhale his comforting scent. Being in Garrett’s arms makes me feel safe. He’s my safe space. If I think about it, he always has been. It’s hard to say if we didn’t spend those ten years apart if I would come to realize that or not. Things happen for a reason. Maybe we needed to go through that in order to be where we are now. Right now, there's nowhere else I'drather be.

“I’m sorry.”

His hand freezes on my arm. “For what?”

“For everything.” I peer up at him. “For not believing you about Tony. That he cheated on me.”

“He actually told you?”

“No. But his silence was pretty damning.”

“Go figure. He can’t even own up to his mistakes. It’s the same old Tony, but somehow, he’s managed to get worse.”

I roll to my stomach, resting on my elbows, and look up at him. “What do you mean?”

His fingers caress my face as he tucks a lock of hair behind my ear. “He says I’m the jealous one, but it’s the other way around. My sophomore year, I made the varsity baseball team. It was the same year Tony also made varsity as a junior. I got a scholarship to play Division One baseball at Florida State, but I went into the draft instead. Tony didn’t get any scholarships and if he wanted to play professionally, his only chance was to try out for any league and hope he got scouted. The Seattle Warblers selected me as the first overall pick. For two years, I played in the minors until I was called up. Tony quit playing and went into coaching instead. He couldn’t stand the idea that he was older than me, but I was better. He wanted everything I had, including you. When I told him I was interested in you, he swooped in and took what I wanted.” His head falls back as he stares at the ceiling. “Back then, I didn’t notice it. I thought it was more of a brotherly competition, but now it’s more obvious than calling water wet.”

My head falls. “I fell right in his trap.”

He rests his finger under my chin, forcing me to meet his eyes. “It’s not your fault. I’ve changed. You’ve changed. The only person who hasn’t changed is Tony. If anything, he’s an even bigger narcissistic asshole than he was before. He lies and cheats his way through life.”

“Yeah, he lies like a Persian rug.” I blow out a deep breath. “Also, I’m sorry for the ghosting comment.”

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