Very carefully, I slip my hands out from around him. He stirs for a moment and I freeze. Waiting until he settles in again before I make a move.
As much as I want to stay in bed and hold him until he wakes up, I’ve got a plan to execute.
Once I make it downstairs, I get to work.
First things first, breakfast. I open the fridge to see it packed full. This has Gwen written all over it. I take out my phone and send her a quick’thank you’text. She’s always lookingafter us.
In under twenty minutes, I have French toast and bacon plated up. Once everything is set on the dining table with cutlery and napkins, I move on to making his morning smoothie.
Grabbing some bananas, berries and yogurt, I make sure to add his protein powder to the mix. Hesitating and thinking it over, I add another scoop of powder. My guy needs some extra protein today.
Holding the top down, I try to choose the lowest setting on the dial. But, when I press the button, the machine roars to life. I slam my hands on the lid, praying he doesn’t hear it upstairs.
“Please be quiet, please be quiet,” I beg the stupid blender. I glance at the mixture, happy to see the ingredients blended perfectly. Turning off the machine, I turn to grab a glass.
“Need help?”
I jump out of my skin, yelling out so loud, you’d think I was a character in a horror movie.
Tobias stands there at the kitchen entrance, chest bare wearing grey sweatpants, covering his mouth, trying not to laugh. “I’m so sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to scare you.” He chuckles lightly, walking over to me.
Resting one hand over my heart, I try to regain my resting heart rate.“No,I’msorry. How long have you been awake?” I pant.
“Well, how long have you been blasting that thing?” He teases, grabbing my waist and bringing me close. Burying his face into my neck, he kisses me gently against my pulse point.
“Shit. I woke you.” I pout, swinging my arms around his neck. “Were you having a good dream?”
“Never as good as this.” He hums, backing me up into the counter. I suck in a breath as his tongue travels down the column of my throat.
“Mmm.” I swallow hard, his hands trailing slowly down my stomach. “I made you breakfast,” I manage, right as a breathy moan slips free when I tilt my head and his teeth graze my collarbone.
“Did you?” He smiles, dipping his fingers under my waistband of my joggers. I gasp at his palm grasping my dick.
I nod my head, trying to stay focused. “Mhmm.”
“I should thank you,” he smirks against my neck.
Without another second to waste, I turn, connecting my lips to his. He tangles his tongue with mine, desperately seeking more.
I give my dick a few long, hard tugs that make me shake in anticipation, watching him lower to his knees, sliding my pants down along with him.
“I should be taking care ofyou,” I say, my voice wavering.
My dick bobs over his plump lips, waiting—he’s waiting—eyes up, patient, obedient, wanting.
“You are,” he smirks. “Hang onto the counter.”
I obey. His praise alone sends a tremor through me. My palms brace the counter as he takes me in one slow, greedy slide, swallowing me whole.
“Shit,you’re so good at that,” I pant, watching his deep eyes fixated on me. I’m not lying either. He’sreallygotten good at it. Not like he’s nevernotbeen amazing.
But just watching how hungry he is for it. Howconfidenthe is, pulling out every moan from me. The way his tongue twirls around my tip before he goes back in for more. It’s intoxicating.
His hands grip my thighs as he works me deeper, slower, deliberate.
My head falls back as he sinks farther than he has to, and the desperate sound that rips from me earns a firmer squeeze to my trembling legs.
“Sofuckingperfect, T.” I moan, brushing his hair back, thumb gliding across his cheek. “God,lookat you. Such a good boy on your knees for me.”
