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“A little.” I grin, swiping my thumb over her lower lip. “You deserve better than being deflowered in a cave by a one-night stand.”
She exhales, disappointment flickering on her face.
“But I’ll make you come as many times as you can take it tonight,” I say, pulling her back in for a kiss.
“Let’s see how good you are at denying yourself,” she challenges, and my heart is thundering in my chest as she lowers her mouth to my cock, licking the precum.
“Have you ever . . .” I start as she twirls her tongue on my tip.
“I’ve watched movies.” She snickers and takes all of me in, her teeth grazing me lightly.
“Slowly, Maddie. Don’t use your teeth.” I chuckle and grab her head, redirecting her.
“Sorry.” She looks at me playfully then lowers her head again. “You taste good, soldier,” she mumbles.
My eyes roll back as she takes the hint. Her mouth is warm, her tongue wet, silky smooth lips travel down my shaft. I reach for her hand and place it on my balls, showing her how to squeeze them. She sucks me greedily, and too soon, I feel a powerful orgasm build.
“I can't hold out much longer,” I warn, thinking she would finish me off with her hand. I try to slide out of her mouth, but she doesn’t let me pull away, still sucking at me hungrily as I spill into her, the tension from my body releasing in quick, short bursts. Looking up, she swallows and wipes her mouth, smirking.
I grab her face in my hands, pulling her to my chest. “Seems to me you watched some excellent movies.”
She laughs, settling in on top of me. Her breath is deep and steady as I draw shapes on her back with my finger, feeling her velvety skin.
Leaving her in the morning will be hard. But I know that she can do so much better than a broken former Navy SEAL.
2
INFLUENCER INTERRUPTED
The screech of the packed subway car jolts me as we pull into the Chambers Street Station. I'm smashed on the seat between a dude with terrible BO and Little Miss Sunshine over here who won't stop bouncing her leg. Aria gives me a nervous smile, and I squeeze her hand reassuringly.
Don't get me wrong, I love the girl to death. But Aria is what one might call a boundless ball of energy, especially at seven-thirty in the morning when I can barely keep my eyes open.
“Hey, baby girl, what do you think if we stood up and graced the morning commuters with a few MadeYaLookMaddie moves once we get off the train?”
She scoffs. If nothing else, I made her stop obsessing. The thought of pulling off my signature dance on a tightly packed platform is utterly ludicrous, I give her that. For a good video, a half-empty car on a weekend morning works best.
Aria and I moved to New York to join our sister, Grace, just a few short months ago, and I’m not used to the chaotic rush hour yet. Sue me for not being a morning person. This is one of the reasons I chose the career of a social influencer. It’s stressful, and without benefits, but at least I’m able to sleep in on workdays.
Correction. I was able. But now . . .
We make our way up the stairs and into the chaos of downtown Manhattan. The humidity hits us as soon as we surface from the underground.
Heat is clinging on with its sticky fists this year. Aria shrinks into my side, eyes wide. The morning ride on the subway from our Upper East Side apartment will be an adjustment for her compared to the sleepy mornings in Hackettstown, New Jersey.
Yellow cabs honk as they flit by, and the sidewalks overflow with busy New Yorkers starting their day.
As we walk, I glance over at my sister. “You okay?” I ask as we wait for the light to cross Greenwich Street. Bless her heart, she is trying not to show it, but the poor girl is shaking like a leaf. The towering buildings make her look small and insignificant. Her eyebrows are pinched together like they get when she is anxious. She is gripping the strap of her new backpack between her fingers.
Aria nods, her voice small. “Just nervous. Do you think they will be nice?”
She’s terrified, alright.
My little sister, the child prodigy who got accepted into NYC's most prestigious public high school. And me, a recent college graduate turned social media influencer, escorting her through the morning Manhattan madness on her first day. We make quite the pair.
I sling an arm around her shoulders, partly for moral support but mostly so she doesn't get trampled by the suits stampeding to their offices.
“You've got this, baby girl. They're gonna love you,” I assure her with a squeeze. And it's true. My sister is a freaking ray of sunshine. Anyone would be lucky to bask in her glow.
