“No, please, A. Strip, I need to see you,” I plead with him. My plea causes his pupils to dilate. He lets go of my hand, unbuckling his belt at what must be the slowest speed known to man.
“Please, A,” I beg, not caring about my desperation.
“Tut, tut, Jamie. Patience is a virtue. Maybe I’ll need to add that to your corrective training,” he says as he wiggles his hips, his pants hitting the floor in a thud.
I don’t even answer. My cock is obvious and leaking from the tip as I get a front-row seat to the sexiest strip I’ve ever seen. Finally, finally, his underwear hits the floor to meet the rest, and I get my first look at Arnie in his birthday suit.
Art covers his arms, chest, and back. His thighs have massive pieces that trail around the back of his legs. I do a turn signal with my finger, and he smirks but obliges. His back is completely covered, running over the globes of his ass, and I’m momentarily jealous of the artist who got to ink there. I gulp as he turns back around, and I come face to face with his hard cock. Thick, so thick, and smaller than mine, but oh...my.... god.
“Is that a PA piercing?!” I almost shout. I look back up and the smirk is still on his face. “Yes, I also have a Jacobs Ladder and my lorum done. Does that scare you, Jamie?” He sounds confident, but his eyes give him away; he’s nervous that I won’t like it. My dick drips more when I fall to my knees, never breaking my eyes from his.
“I think... I want to know how it feels in my mouth... maybe even —” he cuts me off when he pulls me up by my armpits, shoving his tongue into my mouth and grabbing my ass. As he takes what he wants from me, I whimper into his mouth.
“Fuck. Jamie, get in the bath,” he growls at me as he breaks the kiss. Our foreheads press against each other as we pant. I’m so turned on that I need him to guide me into the bath and seat me in front of him.
Disappointed that we aren’t continuing our love fest, I let myself relax as calming music comes through a speaker in the room and a warm washcloth covers me as Arnie cleans me.
“I could get used to this, A. But so, you know, I am sucking your dick the minute we are both clean,” I say in the best authoritative voice I can muster under the conditions. His chuckling response vibrates at my neck as he continues to clean me. Turning me to straddle his lap, he passes me another cloth, and I take my time washing him back. I trace his tattoos with my finger, sometimes my tongue as I clean him. He relaxes with his eyes shut, allowing me to explore his skin, the whole-time rubbing circles into my hips or massaging my ass.
I look to see us both hard and decide to take the lead again. Grabbing us both in my hand, I stroke slowly. Arnie’s head snaps up as his intense blue eyes open, a questioning look on his face.
I shrug one shoulder and give him my best innocent look.
“I want to make you feel good... please?” I ask as I continue to stroke us slowly. He nods, his grip tightening on my hips as I speed up a little. My hips move on their own as I grind, rubbing my thumb over his PA. Then I hear the sexiest moan I’ve ever heard coming from his lips, and it spurs me on. He likes what I’m doing to him, even if I’ve never done this before.
I apply harder pressure, which elicits another gasp from him; his grip on me is getting painful now, and I know to expect fingertip-shaped bruises tomorrow. His cock piercings rubbing against my sensitive skin, mixed knowing that Arnie is losing control to my touch, is what takes me over the edge. My orgasm rushes through me, and I’m covering him in my come as he shakes beneath me. Pulling me close, he bites my shoulder as hefinds his own release, and I swear I have a second mini-orgasm, letting out my own moans of pleasure.
Our mouths meet, and for a while, we just rock slowly together. Once the bathwater turns cool, we help each other out, never taking our hands off each other as we dry off and slip into Arnie’s bed. I pull him close to my chest as our breathing evens out, and I can’t help but giggle to myself as I realise. I’m the big spoon.
Chapter 26
Arnie
I wake to the smell of coffee and my sweet boy singing at the top of his lungs.
“WHAT’S LOVE GOT TO DO, GOT TO DO WITH ITTTTTTT!”
The singing gets louder as I hear footsteps growing closer to the room.
Laughing, I wait for his entrance into our room. Oh, our room. I like the sound of that. Jamie shoves the door fully open, and I am greeted with not only a delicious smelling breakfast on a tray adorned with orange flowers from my garden, coffee and juice. But I am also given a full-frontal view of Jamie in nothing but what God gave him.
“Please, tell me you did not cook nude, blondie,” I chide, my brows furrowed as I cock one eyebrow at him as he nears the bed.
“No, I wore your apron, silly,” he says as he places the tray down and jumps back into bed.
“Arghh.”
Jamie goes into a fit of laughter as I remove his stone-cold feet from my thigh. Quickly turning him over, making sure not to spill the tray, I give him 5 quick swats on the ass for his shenanigans. I shake my head and smile as I return to the breakfast of eggs, toast, and fruit.
“Thank you for this,” I say as I kiss him slowly. He hums and melts into me. I can feel the surrounding radiance. I like relaxed Jamie.
“What’s this?”
“Oh, that’s for after,” he says, covering his mouth as he chews his toast. “It’s just a little something I picked up at the market for you, and, y’know, the whole Jed thing got in the way of me giving it to you.” He waves his free hand around to signal the madness that was the brick incident.
I watch to see any negative signs from him at the mention of Jed, but there didn’t seem to be any. Jamie seems to be healing from the ordeal well, but I’ll be keeping a close eye on him in the next couple of weeks in case he slips into another episode and needs more comfort.
Jamie fidgets as we finish eating our toast with marmalade — a pleasant change from my usual plain —and just as I place my half mug of coffee on the side table, he is putting the tray on the floor and jumping into my lap. Looking up through his lashes, his cheeky smile and twinkling grey eyes tell me all I need to know about what he wants this morning. Moving closer, I take his smooth ass in my hands and massage his tight round globes as I take his mouth. We slowly rut against each other as we settle into the fiery heat between us.
