“It’s official. I’m addicted to watching you come,” he whispered naughtily into my hair, after moving up to snuggle me tightly into his side. His erection against me was so swollen it was leaking at the tip.
“I’m already hooked on you making me come,” I whispered into his ear.
“I did okay?” He nuzzled me.
“You were worried?” You didn’t need to be, that was amazing. I’m not sure I’ll be able to take any more awesomeness than that.”
“Can I admit something to you?” Ty feathered kisses along my jawline.
“Oh God, what?”
“I watched a couple of porns because I’d never done that before. I wanted it to be awesome for you.” He grinned like he just got an A+, which, come to think of it, he did.
“That is too funny. I read a couple of blogs about blowjobs because until today, I’d never seen one of these in real life.” I reached down to stroke him the way he showed me earlier. “I wonder if I’m as good a student as you?”
Not waiting for an answer, and still intimidated by my inexperience, I rolled my thumb over his crown while I stroked him up and down with my other hand. His other hand reassuringly stroked my hair as he bucked into my fist. Spellbound at his reaction, I stroked faster, using my thumb to rub the ridge under his crown. Ty’s mouth lolled open and his breathing became more rapid. Feeling so powerful to have this effect on my man, I kept pumping and crawled down his body, kissing and suckling his flat, brown nipples, and licking my way down his stomach until his cock was right in front of my face.
Slowly, I gripped him at the root and took his shaft in my mouth as far as I could, mimicking my research by licking and sucking him, swirling my tongue around his bulbous head and mentally cataloging what made him twitch and pulse. He caressed my hair and our eyes locked when he thrust in between my lips. I hollowed my cheeks, creating a tight circle of pressure around his cock, Ty’s eyebrows arched, his hips jerked forward and his mouth opened in a silent scream. He abruptly withdrew from my mouth in time for his climax to spurt all over his sexy stomach, his whole body trembling with release. We lay together, panting.
“I would have swallowed.” I rested my chin on his chest, wondrously tracing a finger through the fluid on his belly.
“Next time, I’ll take you up on that.” His deep voice sounded almost drugged.
“So, I was an okay student?”
“You’re an A+ everything.” Ty stroked my hair softly. “I’m going to put that blowjob in my memory bank for the long, cold nights on the road without you.”
“Ty!” I swatted at him.
“We taste good.” His lips found mine, our tongues wound together. Kissing Ty after our mouths had brought each other such immense pleasure felt wicked. Addictive.
“We do.” I giggled.
“You’d never seen one in real life, huh?”
“Well, I’ll admit, yours has ruined me for anyone else.”
“Thank God.” Ty snuggled me against him.
We napped until noon, woke up for more sexy time, and lazed nakedly in my bed for a while watching a show on Netflix. Too soon we had to get dressed, clean my sheets and freshen up before my folks got home from work and Ty had to go back to the studio. Throughout our tasks we snuck glances at each other, smiles so big we could barely contain ourselves. After we got dressed and deemed ourselves presentable, we went downstairs to get some food.
After that, nothing and no one would keep our hands, lips, and body parts away from each other. It became almost an obsession to steal away so we could get as naked as possible and figure out what our bodies were capable of. Ty even removed the apartment ban when he was sure his mom wasn’t home. All it took was one look, and I’d literally soak my panties in anticipation of exploring Ty’s lithe, strong body or him finding a new erogenous spot on mine. I’m sure we made everyone around us sick of our PDAs. But we didn’t and couldn’t care.
LTZ was finishing up their recording sessions a week or so before Ty’s birthday, and Carter spent more and more time at the studio, weighing in and helping refine the sound during the editing and mixing stages. With his fame and connections and the buzz LTZ had generated, the band had one more ace-in-the-hole. They signed with a worldwide distribution company to supply their music to all digital platforms and physical stores, without a record label to take a piece of the pie. All the band members were thrilled, but Ty remained stoic, or “cautiously optimistic” as he called it. I knew it was because he didn’t want to get his hopes up just to have them dashed.
On the last night of recording when Ty and the guys were packing up their instruments for the last time, Carter came into the front office where I was waiting, wearing his signature summer outfit of an LTZ T-shirt, cargo shorts, flip-flops and Mariners baseball hat worn backward over his shaggy, long, graying hair.
“Mind if I talk to you for a minute?” Carter casually leaned against the reception desk.
“Of course.” After a couple of months of being around him, I’d gotten over being starstruck at his grunge highness status.
“Zoey, you know Ty needs to focus all of his energy on the band if they are going to make it.” He fiddled with a candy dish but studied me. “What are your plans when they leave?”
“Of course he does. It’s not a problem because I’m heading up to WWU the
