“Nana, this is Alexandra Moretti,” Soren announces. “Alex, this is my nana. She’s the most amazing woman in the entire world.” He pauses for a second and leans toward my ear to whisper, “Though maybe I could think of a running second.”
Blush dusts my cheeks as I reach for his nana’s hand. “Hi, it’s nice to meet you.”
“Ah, finally,” she says while clasping my hand in hers. “You’re gorgeous, Alex. You look just like your father.”
My lower lip trembles slightly, but I pin my lips shut and force a smile. Nodding is all I can manage to do as thanks. She seems content with the response, looking up at Soren with a proud gaze before drifting from the room.
The Pershing cottage isn’t what I expected. While the main house is a modern design, this structure is much more reminiscent of the historical era in which it was built—with plenty of creature comforts for those who live inside the cabin.
Soren grins and takes my hand, drawing me deeper into the cottage. “The den is super cozy.” When my eyes flicker to the doorway where Nana went, he chuckles and draws me close to his chest. “Old bat can’t hear that well. She won’t peek in on us either.”
His fingers graze my right hip but don’t follow through toward my bottom. Every touch he’s given me today has been tame, affectionate in its own way. I’m not used to it.
And the resistance makes me want more.
Once we’re seated on a plush couch in the den, he gestures for me to turn my back to him. “Don’t give me that look,” he says with a chuckle. “Like I don’t know how to take care of a woman. Jesus. How badly are they treating you when I’m not around?”
Though suspicion races through my veins, I’m desperate for someone to love and take care of me. Maybe that could be Soren. Maybe he could actually be a good match for me.
As soon as he applies pressure to the knots in my shoulders, I melt into his touch, mewling as if he’s stroking between my legs. He gets me on my back and bows over me, confidently rubbing my upper arms, my wrists, and my hands.
“Soren,” I whisper weakly when his thumbs stroke my sides. “My stomach…”
“You sure, baby?”
I hum my agreement, raising my arms over my head as his fingers dance beneath the hem of my blouse. He gently massages my stomach, causing a soft moan to slip through my lips.
“No,” I croak. “Lower.”
“Oh, sugar, you’re shaking,” he whispers when he unbuttons my jeans. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll take care of you. I’ll help you relax.”
Seconds later, my jeans are down to my knees and his mouth is buried in my pussy, tongue softly laving over my wet slit. His crotch is perfectly level with my face, and I find myself eagerly working his cock out of his pants. The way he groans vibrates my pussy, sending sharp waves crashing through my core. I slurp him into my mouth with a desperate whimper, trying to think about the things he told me he likes.
There’s nothing possessive about the way he consumes me. Nobody is watching us while we explore each other, soft pants filling the silence of the den between slurps and licks. Soren pulls back briefly, causing me to whine as I shove his cock to the back of my throat.
“No, sugar, I’m not Parker,” he says while easing his cock back. “Come to the floor.”
Following him feels natural, like we’re a couple just wanting to explore each other. Once our clothes are gone, he invites me to lie on my side while he lies in the opposite position. He rests his hands on my thighs, gently nudging them apart as I swallow his cock.
Everything about this feels normal. It’s what I would have had if I didn’t lose my father. It’s something I could have if I choose Soren over the others. While his tongue is skilled, his touch is simple and light, encouraging me to take my time. He’s not trying to rush us to the finish line—he’s enjoying my body.
He’s treating me like a girlfriend.
His cock throbs to life and he groans, tenderly sucking my clit into his mouth. The sensitive bud aches and my channel twitches sharply, thighs tensing around his head. He clutches my bottom while flattening his tongue against my clit, encouraging me to buck into his mouth. When I erupt, it feels like I’ve been holding back for hours, my orgasm cutting through me so hard that I lose focus.
As soon as I’m done, I recover his cock in my mouth, committed to making him come.
“That’s it, sugar,” he whispers. “Oh, I’m close. Where do you want it?”
I smack my lips on the head of his cock and reply, “My tits.”
“Oh, you’re going to fucking kill me.”
He sits on his knees and jerks over my breasts. Feeling him come all over my chest satisfies something deep in my core, a secret desire to belong to someone. I try not to think about it when he leans over to tenderly kiss my lips.
I’m not sure I’ve ever experienced a kiss like this. It’s tame, sweet, and paced without any tongue at all. With the way the others kiss, I didn’t think that was an option. His eyelids droop heavily when he drifts back, his thumb lovingly tracing the small dimple in my chin.
When he meets my gaze, he frowns suddenly, swallowing hard as he pulls back. “I should get you home.”
Home. Of course. What was I expecting from Soren? He’s just like the others, using his charm and guile to get me to give him what he wants. Maybe it’s not all busting a load for him, but he still took from me.
And I won’t soon forget it.