I glanced up at him and couldn’t help but chuckle. “Will you ever like it?”
“Nah, not my thing, but I’ve got something else I’d love your lips around.”
He pressed down on the top of my head and I moaned. I loved it when he did this, was forceful, and I happily sank to my knees.
“Come on. Get it out.” He rested his hands on his hips and glared down at me. I held my breath and unbuckled his belt, and he watched as I popped the button on his pants and lowered his zipper. I sighed happily when I tugged his pants and they fell to the floor. His dick sprang out, long and thick. It curved up as if it knew exactly where it wanted to be—in my mouth.
“No underwear?”
“Nope. I’m a planner.” His eyebrows quirked, and I opened my mouth wide. I was ready for Aspen to shove in deep and go hard, but he didn’t. He teased between my lips and kept things shallow. I loved it because I was able to concentrate on the head of his dick and get bursts of his salty tang on my tongue. His girth puffed my cheeks out and I felt full in a great way. He released a long breath and carefully pumped his hips forward, slipping deeper to the back of my mouth. I tried to relax for him and swallow, and his muscled thighs trembled under my hands when I had him in my throat.
“Bed,” he murmured. “I had a plan for you tonight.”
Pouting and not caring, I bobbed off him and sat back on my heels. “You don’t want it?”
He touched my lips. “I said get on the bed. Listen.”
Nodding, I got up and went, my dick hard and aching and still trapped in my pants.
“Should I—” I went for my belt, and he shook his head.
“Lie on the pillow and get comfortable. You’re always so wound up.”
“That’s the way I’m built,” I snapped back, not angry, just used to letting people know I wasn’t being annoying on purpose. I liked our bed. The comforter was thick and a relaxing ocean blue. All the pillows were fluffy and the most shocking white I’d ever seen in my life. They were one of those touches that made the bed-and-breakfast perfect. I settled myself in the middle of all that awesome bedtime extravagance and tried my best to relax.
Aspen grinned, and I had to smile to myself when he tugged a small wicker basket out from underneath the bed. It was clear he’d made an effort for me, and my heart melted as he set the basket on the bedside table. He pulled out a candle in a silver tin, and I hummed as he lit it.
“You’ve never done anything like this at home. It’s very romantic.”
He gave me a skeptical look and shrugged. “Everyone’s always in the way at home.”
“Are you unhappy with—”
“Not like that. There are just a lot of us, and even when we sneak off for a while we don’t really have alone time. I’m not complaining, I like sharing you, but this is for us.”
My smile didn’t quit as a warm vanilla scent hit the air. He pulled a couple of other things out of the basket—the lube was standard and didn’t surprise me, but the large, shiny butt plug did. He showed me the toy, and I nodded.
“At home someone’s always trying to get in you. I want to put my cum in your ass and keep it there.” The way he stared at me had my dick throbbing.
“Yes, I want that.”
“Tonight it’s just me, and I want it in there all night.”
Moaning, I nodded and spread my legs but my pants were still on. He laughed and didn’t do anything about them. I gasped when he dipped his fingertips into the candle, but he only shook his head at me when I shot up to check his fingers as he pulled them out. He shoved me down onto the bed and used the hand that had been too close to the flames on my chest. I gasped at the warm, slick sensation as he massaged across my pecs.
“I often think everyone in the house has you strung too tight. You make everyone’s problems your problems. You’re going to have to learn to stop doing that.” I nodded as he massaged my chest harder, almost to the point it hurt but not quite.
“Close your eyes.”
“I don’t know how long I’ll be able to stay still.... Oh, that’s good,” I murmured as he brought the candle over and tipped some of the oil—not wax—out onto my stomach. I flinched, but the temperature was amazing and perfectly warm and didn’t burn at all. I drifted as Aspen worked his hands over my muscles. He grabbed an old blanket from somewhere, I wasn’t able to pay much attention, and had me roll over onto it at some point.
“Why are my pants still on?”
“Because this is about me taking care of you, not sex,” he murmured.
I turned enough to look at his hard dick straining and bobbing as he worked, and he laughed.
“Yeah, I want to fuck you, but it’s not all about that.”
