He blows out a weary sigh and brings his eyes to mine, but doesn’t say anything for a long time. All I can think is this girl must have died or something. I squeeze his hand to coax him along.
He takes another deep breath. “When my parents got home from my graduation, my father announced to my mother that he was in love with someone else. He was already packed and gone by the time I got home.” He swallows. “Keri delivered her baby eight months later. Turns out, she broke up with me when she started fucking my forty-year-old father.” He blows out a bitter laugh. “This kicker is, I never touched her. Felt guilty for even wanting to. Thought she was this sweet, perfect thing.” He lets go of my hand and rubs a palm down his face. “I haven’t seen or spoken to either of them since, but I heard they got married, then divorced not long after. My mother’s become a bitter man-hater. She’s nearly impossible to be around because—he flicks a wrist at himself—“I’ve got a Y chromosome, which makes me the enemy. She threw me out and my brother came with me, and that’s about it. Haven’t seen her in over a year.” He shrugs. “And that’s my fucked up family.”
“Well, fuck,” I say, not sure if that’s an appropriate response or not, but unable to think of anything else.
“Yep. That basically sums it up.”
I stretch onto my tiptoes and drop kisses along the line of his jaw. His fingers weave into the hair at the nape of my neck and he tips my mouth to meet his. His kiss is slow and his mouth grows hungrier, devouring deeper, the longer it goes.
When he finally pulls back, his eyes are a little glazed. “I’m not ready to let you go home yet.”
I trace the lines of his damp lips with my finger. “Good.”
“Where can we go?” His voice is rough and deepens as he asks.
A shudder sweeps through me and my inner muscles contract hard. “Walk me back to my car.”
He looks around. “Where are you parked?”
“Just around the corner.”
He takes my hand and we walk in silence for a block before taking a right. With each step my heart races faster. When we come to the dark lot behind the old storefronts on Main Street, mine is the only car there. That’s on purpose. The stores have all been closed for hours and this lot is always empty this time of night.
He stops next to my car and I pull him to me, kissing him hard. He twists his fingers into the hair on the back of my head and starts to devour my mouth like a starving man. I shove him back against my fender near the windshield, wrapping myself around him, and we kiss each other as if our lives depended on it.
He lifts my tank top and leans down to suck my right tit into his mouth. He rolls it under his tongue and I find out my nipple is hardwired to my groin when sparks shoot through me and my belly tingles in the aftermath. I smooth a hand over his abs to the rock-hard bulge in his jeans, then start on the button and zipper. I tug them and the snug cotton boxer briefs underneath over his hips and lower myself to my knees.
“Blaire,” he warns, a throaty mix of protest and desire.
Before he can say anything else, I take him in both hands and suck him into my mouth.
An agonized groan rips out of him as he twists his fingers into my hair.
I’m afraid he’s going to pull me off him, but he doesn’t. I sheath my teeth behind my lips, because YouTube said that’s a good way to get more pressure. He’s so thick I have to open as wide as I can to suck him deep. He’s not even halfway in when I gag a little. I feel his fingers tighten in my hair, pulling me back an inch. He stands perfectly still and lets me decide what happens next. I start to move my mouth over him again and it takes me another minute to find a rhythm between my hands and mouth.
I feel him, coiled tight like a wild animal ready to pounce. He holds my head gently between his hands as I move my mouth on him, never forcing me deeper that I can go without gagging. I take my mouth off him and watch his face as I explore his erection with my fingers and tongue. A drop of fluid oozes from his head and I slick the tip of my tongue along the groove there. It tastes salty.
“Christ,” he groans, and his hands tighten in my hair.
An intense rush prickles under my skin at the power I have over him. I glide my tongue in a circle over the tip and he drops his head back, breaking eye contact. He pants out several breaths, then looks down at me and growls as he lifts me off the ground and throws me over the hood of the Mini. He yanks my thong to the side.
“Oh God!” I gasp when he dives under my skirt and his tongue slicks over my clit.