As I walk back into my apartment, I can hear a low sound in the living room, where a few lamps are turned on. Jamie is on the couch, the TV tuned to ESPN. He has drifted off to sleep, cuddled up in the throw I usually keep on the back of the couch.
On the coffee table sits a box with a California postmark. Inside, I see a few books, a plate of cookies, and a wrapped gift. On top, there’s a note:So happy you’ve found good friends. Can’t wait to see you next month! -Mom. I smile to myself, glad to know that Jamie has shared about us with his mom, even just a little.
It’s amazing how much more like home the apartment feels, having him here. He’s right — it’s a soulless place, not an ounce of personality in sight. But here in this little nest of warm light, there’s personality to spare.
I sit down next to him, running a hand through his hair. He wakes up slowly, gifting me with that smile that belongs only to me.
“Hey…did I fall asleep?”
I nod silently, smiling down at him.
“How was dinner?’
“It was…great. You were right, it was nice to spend some time with Alexei.”
“Good.”
He looks at his watch and stretches.
“Ethan? Will you ply me now?”
I chuckle.
“It would be my pleasure.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
JAMIE
In mid-January,as I wake up in Ethan’s bed — in Ethan’sarms—for the second night in a row, I can’t help but think this is too good to be true. His arm is heavy over my waist, the breath from his nose tickling the hairs on the back of my neck.
I can’t help but wonder…is this what having a boyfriend is like? That sends me spiraling a bit, assisted by the fact that Avery had clearly noticed my new surroundings during our last phone call. I take a deep breath, trying to pull myself back into the moment, noticing Ethan beginning to stir behind me. I push myself back on his morning wood and a low hum echoes in his throat. His lips come to my neck, his dick rubbing up and down the cleft of my ass.
“Mmm…good morning.” It certainly seems like one from where I’m sitting.
“Morning, babe.” The term of endearment falls from his lips as if by accident. His tongue runs up to my ear, where he laves the lobe then bites it gently.
Jesus. I should really call him on the affection, the overnights. Ask him what’s going on and where we’re going with this.
But in this moment? I just don’t want to.
He pulls off my ear, dragging his teeth as he does.
“Can we try something…new?”
This pulls me up short. Ethan has been a generous lover, even talented. But I wouldn’t necessarily call himcreative. He seems serious about being a strict top, and every time we’ve tried something “new”, it’s been because I initiated it.
That being said, it doesn’t seem that he’sopposedto creativity, per se. Hell, that trick with the plug in Calgary turned him positively feral in the best way. Rather, it seems like his experiences thus far have been limited to quick and quiet hookups in hotels and back rooms, and whatever could be most easily and quickly done in those spaces.
In other words, I amdyingto know what new thing he’s wanting to try. I turn in his arms to see his face more closely.
“Sure. I mean, we can at least discuss it.” In truth, I don’t know that there’s anything he could suggest that I wouldn’t be into.
A bright blush rises in his face. He leans in close, his mouth next to my ear.
“Can I use my mouth…here?” He runs a hand down my spine, a finger tracing around my hole.
Well, color me surprised. “Ethan Tremblay, do you want to…rimme?”
