We clean up side by side before carrying more beers into the living room and settling on the couch.
“What’d you pick for the movie tonight?” he asks.
We take turns: one picks the meal, the other picks the movie.
“First in theBournetrilogy.”
Jay grins. “Nice choice, Sweet Cheeks. I love me some young Damon action.”
I shake my head at his craziness. The terms of endearment he’s been trying out lately are completely unhinged. He started with fruits like Peaches and Kumquat.
Then he moved on to movie-themed nicknames.The Gooniesera brought on Mouth, Sloth, and Datalicious. I laughed so hard that I was crying.
After Jay joined my weekly video calls with Lauren, they started texting, and now she gives him the worst smut-romance nicknames imaginable. He waits for just the right moment to drop one, usually when I’m drinking something, hoping to make me spit it out, or worse, right in the middle of sex.
We’ve shifted from our usual entwined position to me lying with my head nestled in Jay’s lap. Partway through the movie, during the scene where Jason Bourne is dying Marie’s hair as a disguise, I begin to feel a warm stirring in my groin.
As the couple kisses on the screen and she peels off his shirt, I’m hard as stone. My hands glide up Jay’s leg, finding that he’s just as turned on as I am. I tug at the drawstring of his shorts, freeing his dick, and begin a steady rhythm, stroking him. He pauses the movie, his breath hitching.
“Mmm, that feels good,” he moans.
I shift, flipping over to kneel between his legs, the sudden movement disturbing Maisy and Daisy from their nap on the couch beside us. They blink at us with their prude, judgmental stares before retreating to their tower in the corner, their tails held high in disdain.
He raises his hips so I can tug his pants and underwear down further, and I take his balls into my mouth one by one, sucking and licking, drawing out more moans and gasps.
Tracing a path up his veined length with my tongue, I lick his slit, savoring the saltiness of his pre-cum. I relax my throat, taking him deep, loving the feel of him filling my mouth.
I’m lost in the rhythm, hollowing my cheeks as I suck the head before sinking down to the base, his length stretching my throat. Inhaling his scent, I press my nose into his trimmed hair, choking a little but relishing every second.
I know he’s close, so I increase my efforts, using my hand to stroke him as I suck.
And then he says it. “Oh, yeah, Babydoll, give it to me good.”
That stops me in my tracks.
I pull off immediately, looking up at him, annoyance flaring. “Are you kidding me right now? Babydoll?!”
He’s laughing so hard he can barely breathe.
“How long have you been sitting on that one?” I ask, exasperated but fighting a smile.
Between his tears of laughter, he manages, “I’ve had that one in my back pocket for a while. Lauren read a book where one guy calls the other Babydoll and Princess. It was a fifty-fifty shot of which one I went with.”
“You will never call me Princess,” I growl, my voice a blend of annoyance and humor.
Jay pushes me down into a sitting position and crawls into my lap, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
“I know you secretly love my pet names for you. Don’t act all cranky about it.”
He starts kissing me, his tongue exploring my mouth, reigniting my desire.
He’s right. I hope he never settles on a pet name for me. Even though I pretend to be annoyed by them, I love the surprise of a new one, even if it is in the middle of sex.
Our kiss deepens, the movie forgotten as he wraps his legs around my waist, and I carry him to the bedroom.
Flip fucking has become a favorite of ours, a familiar dance of give-and-take. We prep each other; his gentle touch sending shivers down my spine.
He takes my ass first, his thrusts filling me until he finds his release. I hold off, waiting for him to finish before plunging into him, chasing my own climax, finishing deep inside him.
