“That’s it. Do you have any condoms here?” he asked.
“C-condoms?” I asked, the ache I’d already felt becoming a throb as my legs began to shake. “No.” There had only been a couple in the nightstand, and I’d slipped them into the box with my ex’s boxers during the move, not liking the idea of keeping the condoms he’d bought.
“Then I guess you’re lucky I’m tapped out. Otherwise, I’d fill you with my cum.” He thrust two fingers inside me with the words. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
My body shuddered as the orgasm took me under, the vibrator extending the pulses while my body clenched and released around his fingers. He slid them out as I went limp, sucking on the glistening digits. The carnal image caused another throb between my legs.
After flipping the vibrator off, he pulled me into his arms and rolled us to our sides. “You got really worked up getting me off, didn’t you?”
I hummed, feeling like putty in his hands. “I want to tie you up and make you come in my mouth next.”
He chuckled against my hair. “Only if I can tie you up and go down on you first.”
I nodded against him. “Deal.”
“God, I’m crazy about you,” he murmured in my ear.
I smiled into his neck, brushing a kiss there. “Me too.” Our arms wrapped around each other tighter as we drifted in a hazy post orgasm bliss, the type of bliss I would no longer miss out on, not while I was with this man. And I would never have found him had I not started going to his bar on Friday nights.
Chapter 31
The Sixtieth Friday
Sean settled against Jack’s couch with a groan. “Did you really need to haul that massive bed up here? You guys are going to be house hunting soon, right? You could have stored it.”
“The bedroom set was necessary,” Jack said, meeting my eyes where I was collecting plates and napkins in the kitchen with Derrick.
Heat filled my cheeks as I thought of all the times we’d utilized that bed frame over the last year. I lifted my hand to my face to cover the blush.
Sean laughed. “I guess breaking my back is worth you two getting your freak on.”
Derrick’s eyes snagged on my hand. “Your ring is beautiful,” he murmured, moving past me to take the drinks to the living room.
I pulled my hand away from my face, staring down at the marquise-cut diamond on my ring finger. Jack had surprised me by proposing on the anniversary of the first Friday I had shown up at The Muse instead of our one-year dating anniversary. The whole bar had been in on it, and I’d been giddy as I’d jumped into his arms.
Now here we were, moving in together. I looked around the space where we’d managed to combine my belongings with his, though we’d rented storage as well for some things from each of our collections, since not everything would fit. Sean and Derrick had gone above and beyond by helping with both trips, the one to the storage unit last weekend and the final move above the bar today.
Seeing the Millers’ record player near Jack’s guitar felt right.
“I’m wasting away over here, honey,” Sean called.
I moved into the living room, settling down on the couch between him and Jack in front of the coffee table, where the pizza boxes were already set up.
“Have you watched this documentary?” Jack asked Derrick, pulling up a new music one we’d been eyeing together the other day before we got distracted by other activities.
Jack and I had sex often. I’d never imagined my sex life could be so fulfilling but also comfortable at the same time. Not that we didn’t experiment. Most of the items on my kink interests sheet had been marked off in the last year, though there were a few I’d added that we were still working up to.
He communicated about consent every time, making sure we were both enthusiastically on board. I’d been able to fully relax with him, with no doubts and no fears, and of course, lots of orgasms. What had once been so hard for me had become simple with him.
About a month ago, Jack had surprised Sean and me by bringing up the possibility of another sharing evening. There were a few things on my list he didn’t think he could do on his own, and he was all about making sure my needs were met. Any insecurity he’d once felt had settled the more he realized I reveled in what he thought of as his clinginess.
Sean had gently turned us down. He’d met someone new, but their relationship was in the early stages, and he wanted to focus on that.
He bumped my shoulder as Derrick and Jack talked through the documentary choices.
“Happy, honey?” he asked.
I leaned my head on his shoulder for a moment. “Yes,” I said simply.
