Page 8 of Summer Sweethearts
When I’ve ridden my orgasm out, she is once again staring at me from between my thighs, licking slow, long strokes through my folds to clean me up. I release my death grip on the headboard and move back down her body so that I can kiss her lips. She kisses me as thoroughly as she just ate me out. I can taste myself on her tongue and I whimper at the combination of her strawberry taste and my musk.
I kiss down her neck to her chest and keep going till I reach the apex of her thighs. She parts them for me automatically, and I run a finger through her slit. “So wet,” I whisper.
“For you, baby. It’s all for you. Now make me come, Loretta, and afterward, I’ll hold you while we sleep.” Shit, I love her bossing me around, and I have a feeling this is just the beginning of her being dominant in the bedroom. I shouldn’t like it as much as I do since I’m the older one in this relationship, but there is something about her being younger and so sure of herself that is fucking sexy as hell.
I dip my head and flatten my tongue, licking her from her ass to her clit. I flick my tongue quickly back and forth on her little bundle of nerves before sucking it into my mouth. “Fuck, just like that. Eat my pussy, baby,” she commands. Bringing my right hand up, I insert my index and middle finger into her core, pumping them in and out at a steady pace while I continue to lap at her clit. I curl my fingers upward and run my fingertips against her soft inner walls, nipping her clit with my teeth. “I’m gonna come,” she pants and wraps a hand in my hair, pushing my head into her pussy harder. I suck harder on her clit and lick it with the very tip of my tongue while it’s between my teeth. Jessica moans as she holds me to her core. When she lets go of my hair, I kiss her clit one more time before climbing up and lying down beside her.
“You did such a good job, Loretta,” she praises me, and I smile at her. “Was I too much? Too bossy, too forceful?”
“No, I liked it. A lot,” I reply as I look into her eyes.
“Good, I have so much more I want to do to you, but I want to start slow.” She gets up from the bed, heading into the connecting bathroom before coming back with a warm cloth and running it between my legs, gently cleaning me up before doing the same to herself. She crawls back into the bed and pulls me into her so my back is pressed firmly against her front. Grabbing the blanket, she covers us both up and picks up the remote from the nightstand, shutting the lights off. “Goodnight, Loretta,” she whispers, kissing the back of my head.
“Goodnight.”
JESSICA
My phone’s ringing wakes me up. I don’t get to it in time, but it rings again immediately. Patting the nightstand next to the bed, I grab it and see it’s my mom.Why would she be calling me at three AM?Hitting accept, I hold the phone to my ear and whisper, “Hello?”
“Jessica! Where are you? Thank God you’re okay! I was terrified,” she cries, and I sit up, trying to understand what could have made her so worked up that she is calling and screaming into the phone.
“Mom, slow down. What are you talking about? What is going on?” Loretta stirs next to me, so I stroke her hair, and she smiles as she squints an eye open. I gesture for her to give me a moment. She nods once and closes her eyes, snuggling into me more.
“Your apartment, Jessica. Oh, I’m so grateful you weren’t home.”
“Mom! I need you to tell me what the hell is going on!” I snap at her because she’s worrying me, and I’m fucking clueless. I don’t like that feeling.
“Your apartment is on fire, Jessica. It’s been on the news for the last hour. The fire trucks flying past woke me up.”
I fly out of the bed with the phone to my ear still. “What the fuck do you mean, my apartment is on fire?” I yell at her as I throw on my clothes haphazardly and head to the front door. I can hear my mom speaking, but I don’t listen to what she’s saying. I hang up and run to my car. Opening the door, I jump in. As I start it up, the passenger door opens, and Loretta plops in beside me. She’s tying her long blonde hair up in a messy bun, and her glasses are lopsided on her cute little nose.
Hitting the gas, I fly down the street to my apartment building. We can only get within a block since they have everything blocked off. I park and we get out, jogging the rest of the way. A police officer stops me as I try to pass the barricade and see my building engulfed in flames. “Miss, you have to stay behind the barricade,” he tells me as he stands in front of me, not letting me pass.
“That’s my house!” I yell, and he looks at me sympathetically before nodding and gesturing for me to come with him. I grab Loretta’s hand, and he leads us to a small tent where I see the rest of my neighbors wrapped in blankets and getting medical treatment.
“You can wait here. Once the fire is out, we will know more about what happened. I’m so sorry.” He smiles weakly at me before turning and heading back to the crowd behind the barricade.
Meow! Meow!
“Macaroni!”I sob at the sound of his meowing and turn, trying to see where he’s at. He’s in the arms of the little neighbor boy who likes to play with him outside sometimes. Robbie hands him to me, and I embrace my damn cat in a suffocating hug. “Thank you, Robbie. How did you get him?”
“The fire department knocked on our door and got us out. The fire started on a higher floor. They knocked on your door, but no one answered, and when they kicked it in, Macaroni ran out, so I grabbed him, bringing him with us.” He pets my cat one more time before heading back to sit by his parents. I mouth athank youto his mom, and she smiles at me.
Taking my cat, I sit down in an empty chair, and Loretta sits next to me, placing a hand on my thigh. “You okay, Jess? Can I do anything?” she asks me.
“No, I’m okay. Everything in there is replaceable. I hadn’t moved anything super sentimental here yet. I’ve kept those things at my mom’s, waiting to find my forever home. I was more worried about this freaking cat, and he got himself out. Gotta admit I’m not looking forward to living with my mom. She’s amazing, don’t get me wrong, but the woman fusses about everything and could talk an Eskimo into buying snow,” I tell her, laughing. It’s true, I love my mom dearly, but she will be up my ass twenty-four-seven.
“What if you didn’t have to stay with your mom?” Loretta asks. I look at her, noticing that she is biting her bottom lip nervously.
“Where would I go? The building is obviously a lost cause,” I respond to her, wondering where she thinks I’m going to live. The apartment building is in a blaze of orange still, and even through the flames and smoke, I can see parts of the building are burned away.
“You could stay with me,” she whispers, her voice so low I can barely hear her.
“I can’t hear you, baby. Are you saying you want me to move in with you?” I ask. She looks up at me, and her baby blues lock with my olive green eyes.
“Yeah,” she says. “I know we’ve only just gotten together, but I’ve hated being alone ever since Garnett moved out.”
“It won’t be forever, just until I can find a new place. Macaroni has to come too, you know that, right? Also, we will talk later about who Garnett is,” I reply. I know she hasn’t dated anyone seriously in a while, but who the hell is Garnett, and why did she live with my girl?Does Loretta have a kid I don’t know about? Did she have a girlfriend I wasn’t aware of?
