Page 55 of John Wilder Gets Schooled
Grinning up at him, I went back to what I was doing. Wilder had a pretty dick, and I took a second to admire it before I wrapped my lips around the head and sucked, savoring the tart tang of precum against my tongue. I closed my eyes andconcentrated on making Wilder fall apart, taking as much of him as I could manage and setting up a rhythm, soaking up all the desperate little sounds he made.
It took barely any time before his breathing hitched and Wilder’s dick pulsed in my mouth, telling me he was close. Then his hands were gripping my hair and pulling me off his cock, and seconds later warm stripes hit my skin as he came all over my face.
It was incredibly hot.
Wilder let out a groan, his head thrown back, but when he opened his eyes and saw me, his mouth dropped open and he stammered out, “Shit, Avery, I, I didn’t?—”
I cut him off. “That wassofucking hot.” I ran a finger down my cheek and licked it clean and gave him a lazy smile.
Wilder’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. “You’re not mad?”
“Why would I be mad?” I pulled my shirt up, wiping my face, and settled back on my haunches. “It’s not like I didn’t know it was coming.”
“Ididn’t know it was coming,” Wilder grumbled but he was grinning, so I guessed he was over his embarrassment.
He slumped back against the couch and I sat next to him, leaning into his shoulder with my own dick hard and aching in my sweats. Wilder reached out and slid a hand inside the waistband, pausing to ask, “This okay?”
“Yeah,” I said. He wrapped a calloused palm around me and jerked me off fast and messy, and I was still so turned on from blowing him that I came in about four seconds flat, pulsing across his fist and making a mess of my underwear like I was fifteen all over again.
It wasfantastic.
I sagged against Wilder’s side, panting, and let out a soft laugh. “That was awesome.”
“I didn’t blow you, though,” he said, that tiny, worried crease appearing between his brows.
I gave a lazy shrug. “Next time.”
“Yeah,” he said and kissed my temple. “Next time.”
We sat there, both of us fucked out and hazy, until I started to fall asleep, and this time it was Wilder who ledmeto bed. He helped me undress, both of us laughing at the mess I’d made, and then he tucked me in before sliding in next to me like he belonged there. He wrapped an arm around my middle and pulled me back toward him, making me the little spoon, and I liked it way more than I should have. And Iknewgetting comfy like this was a bad idea, okay? This was edging into boyfriend behavior and the smart thing to do would be to put a stop to it before it got out of hand.
The problem was, I didn’t want to.
CHAPTER 15
WILDER
It was a little past midnight when I slipped out of Avery’s bed, crossed the front yard between our houses, and climbed onto the fold-out couch. I’d been tempted to stay longer, but at the same time I had a whole bunch of conflicting feelings going on right now—and yeah, wanting to stay the night while knowing I shouldn’t was at the top of the list.
Avery was meant to be helping me explore my sexuality. And we were definitely doing that, sure. But more and more, I found myself looking forward to spaghetti night almost as much as our sex sessions. And take last night. Avery had been ready to rock my world—and don’t get me wrong, the offer of a blow job had been tempting as hell—but what had Ireallywanted to do? Watch TV and hang out. Seriously, what was wrong with me?
This wasn’t meant to be about watching movies and napping on the couch. That shit was for couples, and we weren’t that. We were strictly about sex.
I just had to remember that.
I tossed and turned for a while before I finally crashed out, and by the time I woke up the sun was streaming through a gap in the curtains, and the way it lay in golden stripes across the room told me I’d slept in. The house was quiet, and I hauled my ass out of bed and went and used the bathroom, making a mental note toclean it before Gracie came back on Sunday, then went to see if there was anything good for breakfast.
I’d just liberated some leftover pizza when Miller joined me in the kitchen. He started making his morning coffee.
“Hey,” he said, “did you hear anything back from Gracie’s grandparents?”
“Nah.” I spoke around a mouthful of cold pizza. “I guessed they asked around and found out I actually do have a lawyer. Or Cassidy told them what’s what. But this is what they do, you know? They’ll settle down for a bit, then start up their bullshit again.” I sounded more casual about it than I felt—the threat of losing Gracie, however remote, made me sick to my stomach. “But thanks. I really appreciate your help. Like, more than I can say.”
Miller smiled warmly. “It’s no problem, Wilder.”
Danny came wandering into the kitchen. Judging from his messy hair and his flushed cheeks, he and Miller hadn’t exactly been sleeping in this morning. I was glad Danny had found someone who appreciated him, and I liked Miller a lot, but seeing the way they smiled at each other and the soft glances they exchanged made a stab of longing twist in my gut, sharp and unexpected.
I did my best to ignore it.
