The Sun and the Moon [Wattys 2015 winner]

Chapter 22: Giving

So have you given him a blow job?

Marie!  No.

Why not? It's rule number what? Aren't you breaking them all these days?

Rule 3. And no, I'm not. I have standards.

You are so weird.

Am not.

Are too.

Are we six?

Fuck no. We're talking about blow jobs on your surfer hottie.

Or, we're talking about NOT doing blow jobs on my surfer hottie.

Have you ever done one? Ever?

Amelia?

Hel-lo?

No.

Then, girl, I love you, but what do you know?

At this point, I have no idea.

Look, do whatever you want. But he'll thank you for it. You may surprise yourself and get something out of it too.

Don't you think it is, I don't know, demeaning? Being on your knees? Sucking some guy's Iditarod?

Fuck, you're messed up. No. Not with the right guy. It's a gift for him and for you. Find out what it means to really turn someone else on.

And not sure an Alaskan husky race reference is appropriate in this circumstance. Can't you just say "rod"?

[Muttering] I'll think about it.

Are you agreeing to think about giving poor, suffering, surfer hottie Ryan a blow job? Or thinking about properly referring to a guy's junk through socially-established euphemisms?

Both.

Hmm. A gift for Ryan.

#

Friday evening, I opened the door of my little home to let Ryan in, after a long week of work. Before I could help myself, I tackled him. Mouth, on his. Tongue, in his mouth. Hands, in his hair. Body, pressed up to him.

He attacked back, hands on my ass, leaning down and kissing me like we hadn't seen each other in a week.

Well, we hadn't. Or at least not since Tuesday.

I broke apart and he growled, low in his throat, and I grabbed his hand and pulled him into my hallway. He followed me down the hallway toward my bedroom. I didn't touch him, didn't look at him, and instead I just pulled my shirt off over my head. I could tell by the soft "swoosh" noise that he had followed suit. Then my pants were off and, again, I could tell, so were his. We left a trail of clothes in the hallway, leading up to the bedroom. Talk about zero to undressed in ten seconds. I still was wearing my underwear, and he was in his boxers, but I knew that wouldn't last long.

Looking back and leaning up to kiss him, I saw his erect cock tenting his boxers, and it was just the sexiest thing.

I kissed him lightly, and then whispered, "Hi."

"Hi," he whispered back, letting his finger trail down my nose and bop it on the end.

"Let me do something," I said, and pressed him into the bed.