Chapter 40

Pippa’s tongue snaked out and licked underneath Xander’s ball sac; he closed his eyes and enjoyed her efforts. She’d been improving her technique through her daily visits. His eyes popped wide open when she did something new: she sucked one of his balls into her mouth as her small hand continued to stroke his shaft. Then Pippa switched and sucked his other ball into her mouth as her tongue wiggled under it.

He’d made it a point not to give off too many signals that he loved her effort because he wanted her to work to improve each day. But this time, he let out a little groan of pleasure. Pippa looked up, and he saw her smile.

She released his ball, and her tongue leisurely licked his shaft towards the tip. Pippa made sure every square inch of his cock was moist before working on the head of his dick, the entire time using two hands to jerk him off.

Pippa opened her hot little mouth and took the tip of his cock between her lips. Agreeing to teach her to suck cock was the best decision he’d ever made. No-strings daily blowjobs were every teen boy’s dream.

Xander watched the top five inches of his dick disappear until the tip lodged into the back of her mouth, and smiled when she didn’t gag. Xander’s goal was to teach her to deep-throat him at some point, but he hadn’t shared that yet, afraid it would scare her.

He’d coached her to use her hands to increase the pleasure. The sound of her sucking him added to the experience, the wet, slurping noises sending shivers down his back as she drooled on his cock. Pippa had become a little cock-hungry vixen.

Xander knew it was wrong, but he wanted more. He reached down and gently lifted her chin, which allowed his length to slide out of her mouth. He helped Pippa up, and his lips crushed hers.

Pippa’s fists clenched, and she hit him in the chest, which snapped him to his senses.

“Sorry,” Xander mumbled. “I got into the moment and forgot the rules.”

Pippa had sat him down and explained there would be no touching of any of her intimate parts. And that it was just practice; her using his dick didn’t mean they meant anything to each other. At the time, Xander agreed, but lately, his dick was really liking what Pippa did to him.

“Does that mean I’m getting better?” Pippa asked.

“You’re getting better, but you’re not quite an expert yet.”

“So, I should get back to practicing?” Pippa teased.

“Yes.”

Before his date with Caleigh—aka Smoke Show—that night, Xander had time to reflect on his life.

What exactly was he doing with his second chance at life? He first listed off what he’d accomplished to that point.

He’d gained self-confidence: Xander was no longer afraid of girls and had stepped out of the shadows. His first time through had been disappointing in a lot of ways. Up to this point in his previous go-around, he’d never had a girlfriend or even kissed a girl, so on that front, he was happy.

Xander’s dad was no longer in his life, and not having that abusive SOB was a tremendous step in the right direction. His mother was coming into her own and was now dating a nice guy. Izzy no longer hid in her room, and Xander didn’t have to worry that one misstep would end in him getting slapped around.

He’d gotten healthy by exercising and eating right. He knew that would carry on for the rest of his life—Xander never wanted to be overweight again; the long-term health consequences weren’t worth it. Last time, it had just crept up on him, and once he gained weight, it never came off.

Xander had become part of a better group of friends and avoided falling into Donnie’s trap.

He’d developed good work habits and was earning money. Last time, it had taken Xander until he was in his thirties before he had an inkling that it was necessary. This time, he aimed to set up an income stream that would allow him to never have to live from paycheck to paycheck. It represented the freedom of not dragging himself out of bed and going to work every day.

What remained on his list?

Though not urgent, finding someone to share his life with and start a family was high on his list of priorities. Xander had raised his niece, but had to do that alone—not that he wanted to raise his niece again, because that would mean he’d failed to help Izzy. He wanted a life partner.

And speaking of Izzy, he wanted his sister to be happy and healthy and to be around for a long time.

He hoped for his mom to figure out whether she wanted to remarry. If she did, Xander desired it to be with a guy who would treat her as she deserved.

Conspicuous by its absence on his list was saving the world or righting all the wrongs to come. Xander didn’t plan to use his foreknowledge to become president or to build a substantial financial windfall; he simply wanted to be comfortable and not worry about being broke. Xander wanted his family and friends to be happy and safe. World domination didn’t fit his idea of what he would do.