The Best Kind of Forever (Riverside Reapers, #1)(40)

Her lips suction around the head of my cock, and they’re pillow soft. She begins to slowly move up and down my shaft, not fully taking me, only clamping halfway and squeezing slightly as her mouth slips up my length. Saliva helps with the traction she’s created, and her tongue laves at the vein running along the underside of my dick.

“Holy…fuck.”

I feel my thighs grow hot, and then suddenly, my whole body is ablaze. Oh my God. She knows exactly what to do with her tongue, exactly how to stroke me, and she swirls it around the tip, licking up pre-cum.

She removes herself from my appendage, and I already miss the warmth of her mouth. “Go on, Hayes. Beg me,” she commands, still sexy as fuck with a string of spit hanging from her chin.

I’m so caught off guard that I can’t possibly form a response to that. Who knew Aeris Relera had a dominant side to her?

“I may be the one on my knees, but you’re going to be the one begging.”

“Please, Stacks.” My dick’s in so much pain, and Aeris’ mouth is the only relief that I’m interested in chasing. Not to mention that this whole assertive thing she has going on really does it for me.

“Please what?”

I let my hand start to stimulate me, but it’s subpar at best, and I have no idea how I’m going to masturbate anymore without thinking about her plush lips. “Please suck me fucking dry. You have no idea how long I’ve waited for your tonsils to know what the tip of my dick feels like. How long I’ve wanted to splatter my cum over those perfect freckles of yours,” I growl lowly.

She takes me fully into her mouth this time, her cheeks puffing out slightly. She gags when I hit the back of her throat, but she continues to milk my granite-hard erection, adding a hand to pump the base. Her eyes water, and more saliva ropes down her chin. Her fingers don’t fully connect around my girth; a few good inches of space exists between her index finger and thumb.

If she continues like this, I’m gonna blow my load in two minutes.

Desire breaks over me as I brace myself against the door. “Fuck, yeah,” I moan, a little too loudly. “Just like that.”

I shut my eyes completely, welcoming a prolonged span of darkness. I can hear the murmur of electricity pulsating through my veins, alighting my body, my impending orgasm rising from the ashes of pure pleasure. Orange and red flames devour me whole, choking me. I gasp for the sweet release of air, but an intense wall of heat slams into me instead.

I throw my head back. “Aeris, I—fuck—I’m going to come.”

Her name on my tongue is a dangerous combination, and I just pulled the trigger. She somehow sees that as a challenge to make me come faster. I nearly disintegrate when she cups my balls and massages them in her palms.

She then moves one hand to knead my ass, her thumb lightly brushing over my asshole, and that’s all I need before I’m coming so hard I can’t see straight.

Her eyes darken as she looks up at me through her lashes and swallows. She then wipes away the cum trickling down her chin, flashing me a provocative smile.

Oh my God. That was, undeniably, the best head I’ve ever gotten. Once I pull my boxers back up, I lead Aeris over to my bed, lying down and patting my bare chest.

“Come here.”

She snuggles up next to me, resting her ear over my heart, using her finger to lackadaisically trace the outline of my abs. I kiss the crown of her head, using one hand to gently comb through her hair.

“I talked with my agent today. He said I should go on a podcast and answer some questions about our relationship, but I didn’t want to agree to anything before talking with you,” I say, wishing I could hold her in my arms forever.

When I was with Macy, my career was the most important thing to her. With Aeris, I don’t feel like I need to put on a show.

“Do you want to do it?” she asks, propping her chin on my chest so she can look at me.

“Tell the entire world that Aeris Relera is mine? Fuck yeah, I wanna do it.”

“If you’re sure, then I’m going to support you,” Aeris promises, pride layered in her tone, a light-hearted smile tilting over her mouth.

I hook my finger under her chin, pulling her in to me so I can kiss her. I can taste my own saltiness on her tongue, and even though she just emptied everything out of me, my dick wants to go for a second round.

When she draws back, she runs her hand over the Roman numerals above my chest. “What does this tattoo mean?”

I take in a deep breath from the bottom of my lungs. “It’s the date my mother died.”

“Oh, Hayes…”

“It’s okay. I got it to remember her.”

I’d really rather not ruin the moment by thinking about my dead mom.

“What about the tree? On your back?” she inquires.

“I knew you were staring at my back that night,” I jest.

Aeris flicks me on the arm as she rolls her lips together. “I wasn’t staring. I was observing.”

I laugh. “The tree represents resilience and growth. I try to look at it every now and then to remind myself that I’m more than my struggles. And when you were observing me, you were also drooling a bit.”

“I’d be offended if you weren’t right.”

I grab her small hand, interlacing our fingers together. Macy never asked me about my tattoos—no girl has. When I talk with Aeris, it’s like I get a break from the harsh reality of the world, and for just a moment, get to live in a bubble of pure bliss. Spending time with her has never felt like an obligation. And when time flies, the only thing I want to do is rewind the clock.