Free Coming Back (The Sarah Kinsely Story - Book #2) by C.J. Berry Page B

met the shaft.
    He ran his hands through my hair.
    With my right hand clutching the base of his shaft, I tried to take as much of him into my mouth as I could while I kept one hand on his ass, pushing his pelvis into me.
    I felt him shudder, and his cock harden slightly.
    I continued kissing, stroking, and licking him.
    I could tell he was trying to impress me with his stamina, but eventually he couldn’t go on any longer.
    His cock hardened even more for a split second, and I knew I had him. I stroked him with both hands, pointing the tip of his penis at my chest.
    He moaned.
    He growled.
    He nearly yelled out my name.
    He came.
    It was quite a mess.
    He was dripping down my chest in warm streams .
    Aiden looked at me and seemed slightly embarrassed. He grabbed a corner of the bed sheets and started wiping me down, his cock still semi-hard, bouncing as he wiped.
    I could tell he was slightly put off by it all.
    “What’s wrong? Didn’t you like that?” I asked.
    I thought it was every man’s dream to be brought to organism via oral pleasures.
    “I fucking loved it,” he said.
    “Well, I just wanted you to know how I really feel about you.”
    It sounded fake coming out of my mouth, and I am sure my feminist friends back in New York would say that I had taken ten steps backwards for women’s rights everywhere by satisfying a man while on my knees, but I didn’t care.
    I wanted to show Aiden how sorry I was for not trusting him beforehand, and that was the first thing that popped into my mind — and mouth for the matter.
    After Aiden finished cleaning me off, we snuggled on the fluffy bed in the middle of tree house, surrounded my twinkle lights and shear white fabric hanging from the ceiling.
    It was perfect.
    I would have been perfectly happy to have ended the evening there. I felt a wholeness come back into my life.
    My eyes grew heavy. I was almost asleep until Aiden rolled over, looked me in the eyes and kissed me like he meant it.
    I never did end up going to sleep that night.
     
    Chapter 19
    “Peyton?”
    She was scribbling furiously on some piece of paper, her eyes darting back and forth between what she was writing and the computer screen.
    She didn't look up.
    I knocked gently on her office door, just quiet enough to not actually mean it, but loud enough to feel like I did.
    “Peyton,” I whispered, “do you have a second?”
    Still nothing.
    I took a step into her office.
    That got her attention.
    She looked up at me with surprise and disgust written across her face in plain English. Her hand scribbled for a second and then stopped. She dropped the pen.
    “What for?” Her voice cut sharply.
    “Do you have a second?”
    “Not really no.”
    She looked back down at her paperwork and started scribbling again, with more force this time.
    “I really need to talk you. It's important.”
    “Is it about work?”
    She didn't look up to say that.
    “Well, no, not exactly.”
    “Then I don't have time for it.”
    I had imagined this going over much smoother in my head. Her resistance was starting to make me anxious which, in turn, started to frustrate me.
    “Okay, well I guess I'll just say it anyways. You can listen or not.”
    I was surprised at my own audacity.
    Peyton stopped what she was doing. She kept her eyes on the paperwork at hand, but she had at least stopped writing.
    “I think that there's been a misunderstanding on my part,” I said, “I screwed up, and I want to apologize. But before I do, I need to ask you a huge favor. Can you call Lizzy in here?
    Peyton let out a sigh.
    “Listen Sarah, I really don't have time for this high school drama. We already had a meeting with —.”
    No, it's not about that at all. It's actually about the weekend that we spent together, and about Aiden, and about how I thought Lizzy was sleeping with him, and about how I tried hiding for a whole week because I couldn’t force myself to see her here.”
    Peyton's eyes slowly rose to meet mine. Her mouth