“You got cupcakes?” Jones’s mouth hung open.
I nodded as I held one out to him. “It’s our wedding day. We have to feed one another or it’s not legal.”
“Are those the official rules?” Jones beamed up at me. He giggled when I dragged my finger in the frosting and bopped his nose.
My heart caught in my throat as I watched him. He was mine now. No one could touch him or hurt him ever again. “Yeah, baby, those are the rules.”
“Well, you know I’m not a rule breaker.” Jones started to peel the wrapper off. “Oh, do I get to feed it to you? In all the movies and television shows I’ve seen, that’s what they do.”
Fuck, he was so cute. “Anything you want, Bashful.”
“Yeah?” The smile he wore threatened to split his face.
I hooked my arm through his. “Yeah.”
I leaned forward to take a bite of the dessert, only for Jones to smash it right against my nose. The strong scent of chocolate and vanilla invaded my senses as he squealed with laughter. I tried to return the favor, but my cupcake landed on his chin when he dodged to get away.
“Oh no you don’t,” I warned, yanking him against me and pinning him to the blanket. I dragged my tongue over the white icing on his face. “Mm, tastes good.” I reached for one of the ruined cupcakes, speared frosting on my finger and dragged it across Jones’s bottom lip. When he sucked the tip into his mouth, I groaned.
Jones’s eyes darkened with lust. “So good.”
“Okay, it’s time.” I stood up, hooked my arms around Jones’s waist and lifted him into my arms.
The sound of Jones’s happy laughter filled the air as I carefully carried him upstairs to the bedroom and listened to his soft gasp when he saw the decorations spread throughout the room. More red and silver balloons were pressed against the ceiling, and petals were scattered across the floor and bed.
He sighed softly. “Is this for us?”
“Yeah, Bashful, it is. For you.” I placed him on the mattress, pressing him down so that the flowers were spread behind him. “This is all for you.”
Jones beamed up at me. “You’re my husband now.”
“Forever,” I reminded him and began to pop the buttons on his dress shirt. I was thankful we had taken our jackets off downstairs and wished I had thought about stripping him naked before we ate.
Jones closed his eyes as the smile on his face grew wider. “And I’m yours.”
“Mm, yeah, Jonesy, you are.”
“And no one can take you away from me.”
My fingers traced over the line of his pants. “Bashful, no one is going to tear us apart ever again. I promise.”
“Kiss me, Charlie,” he whispered, and when our lips seared together, Jones’s fingers combed through my hair, and his tongue slid into my mouth. “Touch me. Please. I want you inside of me, and I want your hands on my body. I missed you last night.”
I left wet kisses over his jaw. “I missed you, too. I never want to be apart from you when we’re sleeping again.”
I slid his dress down over his shoulders and exposed his perfect, milky white skin. When I dropped to my knees, Jones leaned up on his arms to watch me, his pupils blown wide, and his teeth buried in his fat bottom lip. I pulled the zipper down, slowly tugged his pants, and stared at the bulge in his briefs, the dark spot that had spread against them, exposing his eagerness.
“Ch-Charlie.” Jones whimpered the second I cupped his cock. “P-please.” His hips canted like they had a mind of their own.
I leaned forward, took the hem of his briefs between my teeth, and yanked them down to his thighs. Jones’s beautiful dick was coated in precum, the tip angry and swollen. I dragged my tongue against it, and Jones moaned, his fingers once again in my hair. I kept my eyes pinned on him, and he did the same. I gripped the base of his cock as I sucked him all the way inside, relaxing my throat. I wanted to bringJones to the edge before I fucked him. I wanted him to beg me for it.
“I need you, baby,” he whispered. “Please, I can’t wait. I know you want to take your time with me, but now is not the time. I’m ready for you, Charlie.” His cheeks burned pink.
I pulled back. “You’re ready? What exactly do you mean?”
“I wanted you to be able to just slip inside.” Jones spun around so that he was on his knees and exposed the jewel-encrusted plug that was nested between his cheeks. “I’m a good boy.”
Holy fucking shit. “You’re my good boy.” I groaned. “Jesus, Bashful, are you trying to kill me? Where did you even have time to get this?” I narrowed my eyes and slapped his right cheek. “Did you go with Ollie?” When he only moaned, I slapped the other side. “Answer me.”
