Page 46 of From Me to You

The left side of the room was Jay’s space. The small bunk bed where we were currently situated was pushed off to the side.

I brought my gaze back to him, watching him sleep. Jay was so adorable when he slept. His pillowy, soft lips pursed as his breath came out in short rasps. His long, dark eyelashes restedsoftly on his cheek. I couldn’t help myself as I nuzzled my face into his neck. I kissed behind his ear, a spot I discovered to be his sweet spot.

Hands gripped the back of my head, pulling me in. I looked up and grinned. “Good morning, Jay.”

He lifted me up to meet his lips. “Good morning it is,” he whispered against my lips, taking me in for a sweet kiss.

My hands roamed over his body, feeling all those smooth, hard ridges as I invaded his mouth. He lost his shirt somehow last night, but I wasn’t complaining. His hands cradled my ass as he dug me deeper into him. I gasped into his mouth. I wanted more. I needed to feel him. I reached lower, wanting to feel him.

“Sweetheart,” he whispered as he gripped my hand.

“Please, I want to feel you.” I gazed at him.

He swallowed as he let go. I continued my descent under the drawstring that he wore. I pulled it down his hips as my hand felt a smooth, hard length that pulsed with my touch.

Jay took a sharp breath as he looked at me.

I wanted to taste him.

I pushed away and lifted myself off him as I crawled lower. Soon I was eye to eye with his velvety, rigid heat. He was so big and wide—his tip glistened pearly white. I wondered if I would be able to take him one day. I licked my lips at the sight in front of me.

“Evy, sweetheart,” he groaned.

I flushed suddenly, feeling inexperienced and not sure of what to do. I gently leaned in and licked the underside of his length.

“Oh fuck,” he said, gripping my hair.

“Jay, teach me how to do it. I want it to be good for you,” I whispered.

“You are killing me, sweetheart.” He lifted my hair. “Gently put the tip in your mouth. Use your lips. Don’t use your teeth. Go slowly as much as you can.”

I nodded as I swirled my tongue around his tip and I took him in my mouth, following his instructions. I couldn’t go all the way, but I moved as much as I could.

He moaned as he gripped my hair and moved my head.

I tried not to choke as I closed my lips tighter and drew him in as I sucked him softly. I loved the feel of him down my throat. He tasted like ambrosia.

“Breath through your nose,” Jay rasped.

He suddenly gripped my head harder, almost pulling my hair from my roots. He thrust in gently, his warm length hitting the back of my throat in smooth, hard strokes.

I breathed through my nose as I sucked him as hard as I could.

He roared, “Evy.” I felt his warm release down my throat as I swallowed him.

I came up for air, breathing hard, my hair disheveled, as I peered at him. I flushed, suddenly shy to look him in the eye.

His cobalt blue eyes shone. “You are a goddess.”

I smiled sheepishly, shaking my head. I was pretty sure I looked like a mess.

“Emmie, come out for breakfast,” shouted a voice from behind the door.

My eyes widened as I flushed a deeper shade of crimson. I had completely forgotten that we were in his house. And that his parents were here.

I darted to the bed and pulled the blanket over me.

He laughed.