He thrusts into my mouth—slightly deeper this time.
“I’m not going to last… fuck—”
He comes with a surprised gasp, the cum pooling in my mouth. I swallow every drop, wanting to keep every part of him I can.
When he’s done, I stay there, savoring the salt and the heat and the bliss, until he gently lifts me up.
I make an involuntary sound of protest.
“You can continue later,” he promises. “Everything okay? How are your knees?”
“Who cares about my knees? I feel like a sex wizard, Caspian. I made you come in record time. I should have a trophy!”
My stomach rumbles. Loudly.
“I think my sex wizard is hungry,” Caspian says dryly, hanging up the towels.
“You’re definitely a wizard, though. I’m under your spell.”
“I truly am a marvel.”
“What would you like to eat?”
“A sandwich you make for me,” I decide, yawning as the adrenaline drains away. “While I lie on your bed and recover from the emotional labor of being your boyfriend and a sex wizard.”
“You should rest,” he says earnestly.
He shouldn’t indulge me like this.
I love that he does.
He guides me to the bed and tucks the blanket around me like I’m precious, fragile, and in urgent need of professional bubble wrapping.
He kisses my nose, my forehead, then my mouth.
When he slips downstairs, I’m smiling like a fool.
Being loved, seen, and cherished by Caspian Stone has that effect.
I’m almost asleep when the doorbell rings.
“No need to come down yet!” Caspian calls, which obviously means I am already halfway down the stairs.
Cole Hudson stands at the door holding two gourmet sandwiches.
Next to him, a small boy peers up at me with curious green eyes. Noah.
“Oh!” Cole says when he notices me. His cheeks turn pink. “You’re probably wondering why I’m holding these sandwiches.”
He pauses.
“Well. Caspian invited me over to admire them. Because he made them himself from scratch.”
Caspian groans.
Noah frowns.
“Daddy, that is a lie. We bought them from Mr. Grigg.”
