Page 49 of Steamy Dreamy Hearts

Caleb huffed out a laugh as he pulled back. “Too bad if you do come fast, sir, because I’m sucking that dick.” He closed his fingers around my balls.

He returned to my cock, still shaking with laughter. And what could I do but surrender? My dick was all his, and he knew it. I gave a sharp inhale as he slurped and took me into his mouth again. My cock was so hard I couldn’t think anymore. He sealed his lips over me, taking me deeper down his throat.

I tipped my head back, my hands still buried in his hair. My thighs fell open wider, and the sounds I made would be embarrassing as hell if I cared.

I didn’t. I accepted Caleb’s gift. I began to thrust, fucking his mouth with abandon.

Caleb handled me with ease, sucking harder, taking me in until his mouth must have been sore.

Exhilarated, I fed him more of my cock. He groaned, then took me all the way in. I felt heat building in me, the need for a release stronger than my desire to make it all last. I was dizzy as the climax rushed through me.

“Caleb!” I shouted. He didn’t pull back, swallowing as my load sprayed into his mouth, down his throat. My dick pulsed with more cum, and he swallowed that too.

Afterward, we showered together, laughing and soaping each other but not taking it further. As much as I loved our sexy showers, we had to go our separate ways. Caleb had an early shift at work and then his yoga class, and I had a ton of errands to run. Without a kid in tow, I’d booked the time with appointments to get shit done like an oil change for my car and getting my teeth cleaned. Things that as a single parent, I’d juggled to do between when Erin was in school and my limited free time.

My first appointment was with Dr. Berlin. She had her dental hygienist clean my teeth, a new student who had a heavy hand with the scraping. The student chattered away, and I didn’t mind her endless questions. She was trying, learning. Dr. Berlin came in after my X-rays.

“I’m afraid you had some deep pockets in those gums, Sean.”

“Really? But I floss and take care of them.”

She shrugged. “It might be time to change to a sensitive toothpaste and buy a Waterpik. Sometimes gums just need extra attention and cleanings. It happens as we age.”

Normally, the age thing would make me wince, but I simply smiled at Dr. Berlin and thanked her. Caleb didn’t mind my age, after all. And I didn’t feel like somebody with aging gums.

I felt fucking terrific.

At the Firestone, despite my sore jaw from the student hygienist’s hard cleaning, I found myself smiling at strangers.

“It’ll be another hour,” the clerk told me. “I know you had an appointment, but we’re backlogged here.”

“No problem.” I grinned.

He gave me an odd look and shrugged. “Thanks.”

I took out my phone to read on my Kindle app but ended up staring dreamily out the window. What a beautiful day out. Maybe Caleb would want to take a late-night stroll in town? Or we could spend the night naked in bed. Or both. A million ideas of how we could spend the night occurred to me, from sweet ones to sexy ones, all these dreams filling me up.

I couldn’t stop smiling.

This was what life should feel like. Everybody should have this type of happiness bubbling inside of them. I nodded to the lady to my right, sipping the coffee. I nodded to the guy behind here, working on a scratch-off ticket.

I’d already won the lottery of life. Was that corny? Who fucking cared? I was floating, picturing how many ways I could make Caleb squirm and moan from my touch, when my phone buzzed.

I looked at the text and froze, coming back to earth with a thud.

CALEB

Being a firefighter, you’d think hot yoga was no major challenge. That thought would be wrong. By the time I’d placed my mat on the floor, removed my sandals, and done the first sun salutation, I was sweating worse than in my last job. It was like doing yoga in an air fryer. As I did my sixth swan dive, I stifled a laugh, imagining how I’d describe it all to Sean and his expression when I did so tonight.

I bent my arms and then glided forward into a cobra. As the yoga instructor encouraged us to do another position, my pervy mind thought about all the fun positions Sean and I could get into. An image of the long line of Sean’s body, his cheeks flushed like they were when he exerted himself, filled my brain. I could almost feel the whisper of his breath against my lips before he kissed me, the scent of him…

Oh geez, hot yoga was not the place for a hard-on. Time to focus on class and not how much I wanted Sean. And the yoga studio did not smell good; it smelled like feet.

I took a deep, cleansing breath. Doing my warrior two, I held out my arms, braced my legs, and held the pose. I wondered what Sean was doing, what errand he might be completing to cross off his lists. The man loved his lists and order. Curiosity to know everything he was doing, to know his every feeling, remained in my mind, even as my lust faded.

The class followed from plank to a downward dog, and I had to laugh as I stared at my feet. How ridiculous that I was imagining his smell instead of this musty room minutes ago. Icouldn’t help it. I had it so bad for him. Sean had me in a spell. Even hot yoga didn’t break it.

I continued to think about Sean as I went to my shift. Kamira and I were on duty, and while she told me a silly story about her son, I daydreamed about Sean’s mouth, pressed into that firm line that I liked to kiss away. The dangerous gleam he got in his eyes just before he’d undress me…

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