Page 52 of Summer Escape
"Do they know about us hooking up as teens?" I asked him.
"I never told anyone I was seeing you, and I don't remember running into my brothers around town. They were kind of wrapped up in themselves."
"That's good then. They won't suspect anything."
His brow furrowed. "You want to keep us a secret?"
"I thought that was the plan. Summer is short, and we don't need to give Hayden false expectations," I said reasonably, even as my heart beat faster at his question.
"But what do you want?" He popped a grape into his mouth.
"I'm just getting out of a serious relationship, or what I thought was serious anyway. I don't know that I'm ready for anything new."
He nodded. "And I should be focused on Hayden."
"I thought we were going to do what felt good and see where it goes?" I asked, remembering his words.
He shrugged. "I just wondered if things had changed for you."
"I'm only here for a short time, and I don't have anything to offer you. At some point, I'll probably be paranoid about you cheating. I'm a mess honestly."
He sighed. "You're not a mess. Your ex probably did the same thing to other girls. It was never about you. You shouldn't let him have any influence over your life. Are you going to let him stop you from being happy?"
I frowned, not liking his characterization of me. "No."
He caressed my cheek. "Then forget about him. He's not even worth a second thought."
I was letting Flynn affect my life, and it meant that he was still able to reach me. I didn't like it. "I'll give us a chance."
"Now let me feed you." He grabbed a grape and slipped it between my lips. It was surprisingly sensual. Then he handed me a piece of cheese.
"Do I get to feed you?" I asked, moving between his legs.
"Yes, please." His eyes heated with desire as I stood straighter, my breasts now visible above the water. I reached across his thigh to grab a grape and held it to his mouth. His lips parted for me, and he sucked my fingers.
I swayed against him, my nipples brushing his chest. His dick was already hardening between us. "I want to taste you."
I gripped his dick, marveling at the way it hardened even more beneath my touch. Then I licked the tip. I wanted to make him feel good. It felt like an intimate act.
I looked up at Marshall under my eyelashes, and his hand came to rest in my hair, a comforting presence as I licked and then sucked him into my mouth.
He hissed, his hips pressing upward, seeking the heat of my mouth. I closed my eyes and concentrated on his tells: the tightening of his grip in my hair, the flex of his thighs. He wanted this. He wanted me.
I felt beautiful and powerful. Maybe I could bring this man to his knees. Maybe I could make him see only me.
The flash of vulnerability made me wonder if I was enough for him. Or whether he'd go looking for someone else, but I quashed that. Marshall wouldn't do something like that.
"Saylor," he warned, but I didn't pull off. I doubled down on my efforts to make him come down my throat.
He came with a roar, and I swallowed every jet of his cum, feeling like I was the only one who could make him feel like that.
He caressed my hair. "You didn't have to do that."
"I wanted to."
He set me in his lap again and fed me from the platter of food. It was nice. I felt cared for and seen. His phone was on a chair across the hot tub where he could hear it if his daughter needed him, but where he wouldn't be distracted by it or someone else.
I was enough for him. At least for the summer.
