“I’ll check the fridge and see what we need,” he said. “Make yourself at home.”
I took a little stroll through his house, peeking into rooms and ‘making myself at home.’ He had three bedrooms, one filled with gym equipment, and having investigated every inch of his body, I was fairly confident he used all of it. The other spare bedroom was filled with some of the most gorgeous guitars I’d ever seen. This was obviously where he made music, because there was a drum set against the wall with the window, a desk in the corner with a laptop on it, and microphone stands scattered in various places, some with mics on them, some without. There was a gorgeous upright piano in front of the window and I couldn’t help but sit down and play a little before snooping further.
I walked back into the hall and found a bathroom and a laundry room across from the bedrooms, then made my way to the master at the end of the hall. I walked into the room and smiled. It was so, I don’t know, very much him. The headboard of the bed looked like it was made out of reclaimed wood, but the bedding looked super chic. White on white with pops of blue, so I could only assume this was Cassidy’s doing. I could see a bathroom and closet on the west wall, and a huge window that overlooked tall trees which provided privacy and something pretty to look at.
“You like?”
I jumped in fright, spinning to find Jaxon leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed, and looking edible.
“I love,” I said. “It’s very you.”
“Did I hear you playing my piano?”
I chuckled. “Guilty.”
“I can’t wait to hear more.” He closed the distance between us. “I like you in my space, Harmony.”
“You do?”
“Very much.” He smiled, settling his hands on my hips. “I’d actually like to see you naked in my space.”
I raised an eyebrow. “What about the store?”
“I’ve got everything we need. We don’t need to go to the store.”
I twirled my finger toward him. “Strip.”
“I’m sorry?”
“You heard me. Strip. Slowly.”
His mouth twitched and he pulled his T-shirt over his head. Good lord, his chest should be deemed illegal. I bit my lip and forced myself not to help him.
“Slower,” I directed as his hands went to the waistband of his jeans.
He slid his jeans down his legs and threw them in the corner. He was barefoot which was sexy as hell, and I could see the evidence of his arousal under his boxer briefs.
“Your turn,” he said.
“Are you naked?” I challenged, and he grinned.
“You gotta give me something, Rufus.”
I reached under my T-shirt and removed my bra, dropping it on the floor.
“Okay, that’s not entirely fair,” he complained. “At least take the T-shirt off as well.”
I did as he requested, then smiled. “Do not move,” I demanded.
He watched me intently as I closed the distance between us and knelt in front of him, tugging his boxer briefs off and releasing his dick. I wrapped my fingers around his girth and squeezed gently, then licked the tip.
“Jesus,” he hissed.
“Do not move,” I repeated.
He smiled down at me and stroked my cheek. “I won’t move.”
I took him in my mouth, sucking the tip, then taking him as deep as I could before choking myself. I slid my hand down the shaft, working it as I continued to suck. God, he tasted incredible and I couldn’t get enough. His hands wove into my hair, tugging my locks out of the scrunchy I’d used to secure it to the top of my head, and he gripped my scalp as I sucked and licked my way to heaven.
