Page 58 of Lick

He takes complete control as he guides my head up and down his shaft. My only job is to breathe and create the amount of suction he likes to feel. He groans, his head rolling back, and it does nothing but make my panties wet. I’m in serious need of my own orgasm.

My mouth waters at the thought of me creating this much pleasure for him. I reach around and grab the back of his thighs, trying to hold on so I don’t lose my balance. When I first touch his skin, he tenses, but once I run my tongue up his shaft, he relaxes under my hand. He tells me words of encouragement, “Right there,” and “That’s it,” giving me confidence. The pleasure that I’m giving Tylan at this moment proves that I’m doing it the way he likes. I take his sack, palming it gently, giving it a slight squeeze.

“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna come.”

His revelation has me thinking of pulling my mouth away, allowing his cum to fall to the floor, but I erase that thought. That’s not what I want. I continue to take him in my mouth as his sack tightens and he begins to groan. I feel warm liquid hit the back of my throat and I swallow it down. His dick continues to pulse in the warmth of my mouth as he empties his cum. He drops his hands from my hair as I pull away from him. His dick is still half-hard.

When I bring my eyes to him, I see something that I know I’m responsible for. His face calm and relaxed. His eyes clear and tranquil. He’s completely sated and at peace. I’m the one who gave him this serenity, and I want to spend the rest of my life bringing the emotions out from behind his chiseled armor.

“Now,” he gives me a cocky smirk as he pulls me to my feet “go out there and talk to whoever the fuck you wanna talk to. Any of those fuckers get too close, they’ll smell my cum on your breath.”

“You need to calm your shit. You’re making me nervous, and it’s not gonna help both of us being nervous.”

I know Tylan’s right, but I can’t help it. I feel like if I don’t keep fixing stuff, making sure things are clean and as they should be around the house, I’ll start to freak. This is a big step, huge for Tylan and I don’t want to be the one who messes it up for him. I don’t want Maggie to see how scared I am. Making her want to take these two kids and hightail it out of here. “I want everything to be right.”

“They’re fucking kids, not royalty. This house is like a fucking palace compared to what they’re used to, I’m sure.” He takes my hands from fluffing the pillows…again. Turning so that I’m facing him, he brings his hands up, cupping my face, and gives me a slight smile. “We’ve got this.” He pulls me closer to him, placing his lips to my forehead. “The kids are gonna love it.”

“What if they don’t?”

“If they don’t, then fuck ’em.”

“Tylan!” I smack his hand from my face.

“I say it because they’re going to be grateful for everything you’re doing for them. And if they aren’t then I’ll beat it into ’em.” He gives me a joking smirk, and his crudeness actually settles my nerves.

I suck in a breath when I hear the doorbell ring, breaking our little pep talk session. Tylan’s eyes find mine; I see the uncertainty in them. No matter the jokes he tells me, the smart remarks he delivers, he’s more scared than I am. He’s doing this for me, not for him, and I need to be strong. I need to be the rock when he’s the one likely to crumble. Family is a sore subject for him, and if it weren’t for me, these kids would have been sucked into the system, and he wouldn’t have thought twice about them.

Tylan pulls open the door, and upon hearing the commotion, Goober comes scampering from down the hall and stops at my feet. “There’s a puppy!” Roxy squeals as she runs into the house, completely ignoring her uncle and me. She plops herself on her bottom as Goober jumps at her, licking her face. Her laughs and seeing the happiness on her face make all my worries dissolve.

When I pull my eyes from Roxy, I see Maggie, Ryder, and Tylan all standing there watching the exchange. Tylan swallows as he sees his niece interact with my dog and I can’t help but wonder what’s going through this mind. Ryder, on the other hand, looks as though he wants to be anywhere, but here and I know that we’ll have a hard and long road ahead of us when it comes to him and his ‘I hate the world’ attitude. I understand, though. He’s been dealt a crappy hand and it seems to only get crappier by the day. I hope that we can change that.

“Do you guys have any questions for us?” I ask the kids as soon as Maggie leaves.

Everything went according to plan, or so she said as we spoke briefly on the front porch. We did a walkthrough of the house; we showed the kids their rooms, where I’ll be sleeping and where Tylan will be sleeping. Roxy loved her room. She said she’s never seen anything like it. Ryder, on the other hand, didn’t hate his room, but he didn’t say he liked it either. He just dropped what little he had in his possession on the bed and followed by dropping himself on the bed as well.

Maggie has taken it upon herself to enroll the kids in the local school. Both will be attending the elementary school that’s two blocks over. Tylan wasn’t too happy about it. He thinks the kids are going to have a hard time making friends with it being the middle of the school year and didn’t want them to have to deal with all of that. He thought since I was going to school to teach, that I could teach them here at the house and avoid all the judgment that the kids will more than likely experience with being in a new school and all. But Maggie and I both agreed that they need to be social, and going to school with kids their own age will be the best way to accomplish that.

“Can Goober sleep with me?” Roxy asks. She has insisted on carrying him around like a baby, and he hasn’t minded at all.

“No,” Tylan answers before I can get my answer in.

Her little lip quivers as her eyes fill with tears. “Why not?”

“The thing probably has fleas, Rox.”

My eyes cut to Ryder. “No, he doesn’t,” I address him firmly.

I bend down to meet Roxy eye to eye. I don’t want her intimidated or feel scared for asking her question. I don’t want either of these kids to think they can’t talk to us. Well, at least to me since it seems that Tylan is going to be a little bit overwhelming to approach until they feel comfortable with him.

“Because, sweetie, he has his own bed in the living room. He likes it there, so that’s where he sleeps.”

“Oh.” Her little voice is faint. She sounds so defeated. I look up to Tylan for help since he’s just standing there.

“I’ll move his bed into your room. But you gotta keep your door open so he can go outside in the middle of the night if he needs to.” Tylan’s resolution has my shoulders relax a little.

“Okay, deal!” Roxie says with a smile.

The kids have been asleep for a couple of hours now, and the house is quiet. Tylan, normally a night owl, turned in shortly after the kids did. I know today was emotional for him. I can only imagine the thoughts that were going through his mind the entire night. His life is a complete one-eighty now, so far from where he thought he would be.