She was also surprised to learn that Cali, Max, and Sean were the owners and proprietors of Two Crafty Bastards toys. They made good stuff. Kelly had several pieces he’d ordered from them in his bag.
None of which had made the move with Skye. She hadn’t wanted his stuff. In fact, the cuffs and collar she now had, she’d bought herself a few years ago, because she’d wanted a specific set and he wouldn’t buy them for her because of the price. He’d told her if she wanted them to get them herself. He didn’t care what she wore.
So she’d bought them for herself, with her own money.
Just more proof he hadn’t been right for her.
She also had her own ball gag and blindfold, because she’d never wanted to share those with anyone, no matter who they were.
That was like the kinky equivalent of sharing a toothbrush or something.
She easily found the address and pulled into the driveway, seeing several cars already parked there. Hopefully she wasn’t holding up their start time.
When she walked up to the front door, she didn’t even have a chance to ring the bell before Rusty opened it.
“Hey, you made it!” He leaned in for a hug and whispered, “Remember, not everyone here is in the lifestyle. Just those of us who were there Sunday. It was a dinner with friends in common.”
Eliza poked her head out from a hallway and swooped in for a hug, then Darryl, Grant, and Susie appeared from somewhere to welcome her. Darryl’s teenaged son, Kyle, looked so much like him it was breathtaking.
Behind Skye, the front door opened, and she turned. “Milo? Are you kidding me? Wow!” They hugged.
“Holy crap, Skye. I haven’t seen you since, what, graduation?”
“Thereabouts. Oh, my god. This is great!”
“So you’re the new player, huh?”
“Yeah, looks like it. I’m pretty rusty though.”
Rusty cleared his throat and Eliza playfully swatted his shoulder.
Skye held up the Publix bags. “I brought cookies for everyone, and hard cider for me. I earned that. I can now also legally drink, unlike the last time I played D&D with y’all.”
“Come on,” Susie said. “I’ll show you around.”
The house was beautiful, had a pool and everything. In the kitchen, Susie handed her a church key from where it hung on a hook on the side of the fridge so Skye could open one of the bottles of Angry Orchard.
“I’m still trying to believe I’m actually back here in Sarasota. It’s like everything’s falling together in a good way for a change.” Skye took a long pull from her bottle.
“Yeah. I mean, look at…” She glanced around and dropped her voice. “Look at Sunday night. It’s like the Universe is trying to tell me yeah, I’m finally on the right track with my life.”
“Better late than never.” Susie stroked her baby bulge. “We’re proof of that. That second chances can be around any corner.”
“I guess we take a couple of months off after you…” Skye pointed at her belly.
“Oh, no. As long as it’s not the day of or something.” She grinned. “Darryl and Grant can play my character for me if I need to take a night off, but having the game here, that’s a bonus.”
* * * *
Axel had stepped into the bathroom at the far end of the hall just before he heard the muffled sounds of Rusty and Eliza welcoming someone at the other end of the house.
Good, we can get started soon.
As he sat there and skimmed through e-mails on his phone, over the noise of the bathroom’s exhaust fan he could barely hear the muffled sound of Susie talking and showing someone around the house, giving them a tour. Then it sounded like most of the gang congregated in the spare bedroom that had been converted into a full-time game room.
If Grant and company didn’t mind an extra person, neither would he. It was their house, and they had the room at the table. He always kept his campaigns flexible in that way.
He finished, washed his hands, and opened the door just to literally run into a red-haired woman over a foot shorter than him who’d been heading for the bathroom herself, apparently.
He blinked. “Skye?”
Her eyes widened. “Holy crap, Axel?”
He finally found his voice first. “Hey!” He leaned in for a hug, glad for the industrial-strength fart fan in that bathroom.
Otherwise, that would have definitely been embarrassing.
She didn’t seem inclined to let him go. “It’s so good to see you. They didn’t tell me you were part of the group.”
“I’m the DM.”
He wasn’t inclined to let go of her, either. Her hair smelled great, something floral, and she was still slim and trim.
Finally, he realized Rusty, Grant, Mike, and Eliza were spying on them with grins on their faces from the game room doorway. “We’ll be there in a minute,” he called to them.
Rusty threw him a wink before following the others into the room.
Axel finally let go of her. “How’d you…I mean…how? Welcome. How?”
She smiled, sparing him. “I ran into all of them Sunday night at dinner with friends. Mike’s wife is a friend of Mom’s and got me my job down here.”
“Oh. Oh! That’s…that’s cool.” He felt like the world’s biggest idiot, like he’d forgotten how to talk. “That’s great. Glad you’re here. Are you going to be a permanent player?”
“I’d like to be, if that’s okay?”
“Um, sure. Yeah. I mean, yeah, of course it’s okay. Absolutely. Yeah.” He felt his face heat, and suddenly he was a tongue-tied junior trying to figure out how to ask the pretty girl if she’d like to go see a movie with him that weekend. “Yeah. That’s great.”
“I’ve missed you,” she softly said, giving him one last, quick hug and ducking around him, into the bathroom, leaving him standing there looking at the closed door and trying to process that comment.
He finally shook himself out of it and returned to the game room. They’d already set her up in the seat to his right. He just hadn’t known it was to be her seat.
“You guys are dicks,” Axel hissed at Rusty.
His face fell. “What? We all thought you’d be happy to see her.”
“I am! I mean…” He took a deep breath. “A little warning so I wasn’t standing there babbling like a fricking idiot would have been nice.”
“You’re single,” Eliza said. “She’s single. Maybe you two should go see a movie or something this weekend.”
Now his face felt inflamed, scorching hot, too close to his own thoughts just seconds earlier. “Why would she want to go out with me?”
Darryl poked his left shoulder. “Maybe because we are living proof there are second chances in life, dude.”
Axel’s eyes widened as his brain finally stopped freewheeling and he realized what she was about to do. Part of him thought he should stop her…
Except he couldn’t think why.
Shit, he couldn’t think at all.
If it wasn’t an automatic function happening in his body, he wasn’t sure he had any control over it right then.
Her sweet green gaze never left his as her hands unfastened his belt and started working on his fly. His fingers curled around the top of the sofa, holding on tightly, afraid if he let go that his knees might unhinge and send him crashing to the floor.
He wasn’t sure, but suspected that wouldn’t come off as very “domly.”
Warm breath he could feel through the fabric of his briefs as she nuzzled the outline of his cock. Teeth lightly grazing, up and down, making him throb and twitch. At this point he wasn’t sure how long he could last.
Reaching up, she hooked her fingers in the waistband and eased his briefs down enough his cock sprang free. He tried to swallow back the needy moan that clawed its way loose from his throat when her lips touched the head. When her fingers wrapped around his shaft and slowly slid his foreskin back, he wasn’t altogether sure he might not lose his mind.
Her tongue flicked out, the tip sliding along the slit, a smile curving her gorgeous lips the whole time.
Her gaze focused on his.
With her free hand, she reached up and grabbed one of his. She practically had to wrestle it off the couch, but he finally understood what she wanted and placed it on the back of her head. After slightly adjusting his position leaning against the back of the couch, he placed the other on her head, too.
“Mm hmm.” Her tongue flicked out again, a scorching slow circle around the head of his cock, tracing the ridge, then back to the slit for another exploration. Again, and again, and he struggled not to grab her head and fuck her face, it felt so good.
When she wrapped her lips around the head and slowly sucked his shaft into her mouth, he had to bite down on his lower lip to hold back. He wasn’t sure what the protocol was supposed to be here, if he needed to warn her or let her stop to jack him or what. Linda had never been a swallower, and she’d trained him well to pull out first and finish himself with his hand.
* * * *
Why won’t he fuck my face?
Okay, we can work on that.
She’d hoped that by putting his hands on her head like that he’d realize what she wanted and instinctively go for it.
So she did the work for him, holding on to the backs of his thighs as she bobbed her head up and down on his shaft. This was a calculated risk and she knew that. Some guys their age were only good for one a night.
She was hoping if she got him off now that it might relax him, and they could go to his bedroom and play and he could get her off and maybe regain some interest in the process to build up to a second round.
If not, hey, no big deal, consider it an icebreaker. They could spend the night cuddling and talking.
Even that would be welcomed.
His entire body trembled, practically vibrating under her as she tried to draw it out of him. Almost like he was holding back, fighting it.
She pulled off to where her lips still touched the head of his cock. “I want it,” she whispered. “Give it to me, Sir. Let me have it.” Followed by going deep again, swallowing.
She reached up to his hands, laced fingers with him, and squeezed, pressing, trying to show him.
I gotta teach him, that’s all. Some guys don’t know it’s okay to take what’s being freely offered.
Picking up the pace, she deep-throated him, not quite face-fucking herself onto his cock, but pretty damn close. When she swallowed hard, closing her lips around the root so she’d have good suction, that’s what finally shoved him over the edge.
A happy moan escaped her as she felt his fingers close on her scalp and she tasted more than pre-cum, jets of hot, salty cum filling her mouth.
Her eyes fell closed, her heart happy that she could do this for him, subspace beckoning her.
As he softened in her mouth, she melted against his legs, not releasing his hands, gently stroking his cock with her tongue and hoping to quickly work him up a second time so they could have even more fun. She wanted to teach him everything, show him how good this could be.
And this time, she wouldn’t be an idiot and break up with him.