“Why Ginger?” he asks, biting back a laugh.
“The name of my first dog. Also acts as a cool down since you know, kinda weird to think about your childhood pet during this context.”
“Okay, no more talking.” Brad smiles softly. “But Noah,” he looks at me in my eyes, his smile fading. “If I ever cross a line or make you feel uncomfortable. I want you to use that word. I’ll stop immediately. You’re safe with me. Always.”
Heholds eye contact with me for a beat longer than usual. I nod my head. “Yeah, I got it.” I lean in again, “Now keep kissing me.”
Brad shakes his head, brushing his nose against mine. “I’ve got other plans,” he says slowly lowering down to his knees.
My mouth falls open, pulse thrumming wildly.
“Fuck, yeah.” I inhale sharply.
***
Brad wastes no time at all, doing what he does best—drawing the biggest orgasm from me while my dick is wrapped between his lips.
“Sir,” I whine, already feeling my balls tighten. He hasn’t teased me for long, just playfully flicking the piercing beneath my crown, yet I’m already ten seconds from blowing by the time he takes me in with no mercy. He’s so enthusiastic, it feels like he’s been waiting forever to taste me. The deep, primal sounds rumbling from his chest send toe-curling vibrations up my shaft. As soon as he cups my balls, massaging them in the palm of his hand, it’s game over for me.
I lock eyes with the most beautiful blue eyes I’ve ever seen. The way he looks at me, when I’m giving him myself, it’s unlike anything I’ve ever seen before. He looks at me like I hung the moon or that I’m the most magnificent person he’s ever known. One of a kind. Unique in every way. Like he’d do anything for me. I know because I feel the same way about him.
It’s like I’m…in loveor something.
The thought shocks me so much that my whole body responds. “Brad—” I press in close, as he pulls me towards him, swallowing me even deeper. Every pulse of my dick is met with a tightening of his throat as he drinks me down.
Myeyes roll back while my hips tremble, as the man I’m in love with doesn’t miss a drop.
I can only hope he feels the same way.
30
Brad
“Babe, have you seen my pink bathing suit top?” Veronica asks breathlessly.
She’s been running around all morning finishing up her packing for this girls weekend. She’s supposed to be gone in ten minutes. I wonder why she didn’t finish this last night. Only, I keep that question to myself for fear of annoying her any further.
“Uhh, check the laundry. I think I saw it there,” I say, strumming at my guitar.
Ever since Noah returned, I’ve found myself thinking about this old passion of mine. I’m not sure why—only that I felt an overwhelming pull to pick it up.
And I’m glad I did. The moment my fingers struck the first note, my heart skipped a beat.
Paislee hops away in her little baby bouncer in front of me. She’s chewing excitedly on her favorite giraffe toy that I popped in the freezer a few nights ago. Poor girls' molars are really coming in fast. But, I feel like the music is really helping her though. Within a few minutes of playing, she’s really giggling away, bouncing on her tip toes.
I keep strumming, even as I feel his presence behind me. The force is incredible, like a current slamming into my chest. Breathing is nearly impossible, yet it’s a glorious, overwhelming weight.
“Sounds beautiful,” he says quietly, behind me.
I continue playing while he sits next to me, watching my fingers dance across the strings. He leans back, silent and still. No hurry. Just quiet, perfect beauty.
My eyes glance up to his sharp jawline, the beautiful cupid's bow of his lips, his sparkling eyes that bounce between mine and the guitar. His hair falls perfectly in front and around his face. Soft waves that remind me of what a delicate angel he is.
“What song is that?” he breathes.
I arch my eyebrow, a smile creeping on my lips. “You never heard of Pearl Jam?”
Noah gives me a straight-line smile before shyly shaking his head.
