30. Stephen
30
STEPHEN
Jansen moved lower, licking across the head of my cock, dipping into the slit. I sank my fingers into the back of his hair, tugging lightly on the ends. He opened his mouth and sank down my shaft. I tightened the hold I had on his hair, willing myself not to come yet. He sucked, bringing his lips up then taking me back in again.
He kept up the pace, driving me wild, until I couldn’t take it anymore and used the grip I had on his hair to pull him off.
“If you keep it up, this is going to be over before we really get started,” I panted. I barely had control of myself.
Jansen turned to the nightstand, grabbing the supplies we needed. It didn’t take him long, but it gave me the chance to get my body back under control and onto the bed. At least as close to under control as I could get myself.
He opened the lube and spread some on his fingers, rubbing them together. I lifted my knees and pressed my feet into the mattress. Jansen bent down and captured my mouth, dipping his tongue between my lips. His finger ran down between my cheeks, finding my hole, and slipping inside.
The burn ignited every nerve ending in my body. I held his mouth to mine, tasting the man who would always be mine. A week ago, I didn’t know if I would ever feel this man’s hands on me again. We’d overcome the biggest hurdle of us being together. Now it was time for us to enjoy every inch of each other.
He opened me up with his fingers. First one, then two, then three. When the pad of his finger ran over my prostate, my hips bucked up begging for more.
“Jansen, I need you. Please,” I begged.
His fingers slipped out and the emptiness settled into me. That was until I felt the press of his hard shaft against my entrance.
“Fuck,” he moaned, slipping deep inside.
I lifted my knees, wrapping my legs around his back. The deeper penetration made the edges of my vision blur. He pulled out and thrust forward again. The angle was perfect, each time nailing my prostate. It set me on fire. My cock throbbed, begging me to take it in my hand, but I knew if I got anywhere near my dick, I’d come all over my hand.
“I miss the feel of you. The way you clench tighter around me when you moan.”
I’d been so lost in the pleasure I hadn’t even noticed the sounds I was making. “It’s only for you.”
He took my lips in a quick kiss. “Then let me hear it.”
Jansen locked his gaze with mine and picked up his pace. Thrusting over and over until my moans became shouts. My balls tightened and I couldn’t keep my hands off my cock any longer. I reached down and wrapped my fingers around the base. Jansen placed his hand above mine and together we stroked my dick. Sensation overwhelmed me. I thought I might combust.
I couldn’t hold back anymore.
“I love you!” I shouted as I released between us.
“So good,” Jansen moaned. His pace became more erratic. He pushed into me one last time, his release filling me. I held him tight to me when he collapsed on top of me.
We lay there, panting out each breath until our heart rates finally slowed. We turned to our sides and lay with our heads on one pillow, facing each other. His dick slowly slid out of me. Jansen’s eyes fell closed. The sheer fact I was in his arms again filled me with joy. I wanted to forget the last week. To move on and enjoy the future we’d planned together.
“I have something to show you.”
Jansen opened his eyes. “You do?”
“Yes.” I rolled over and leaned toward the floor, reaching for my pants. My phone was still in my pocket. Somehow, I managed to pull myself back onto the bed.
I settled next to Jansen and opened my email. The listing the real estate agent sent still sitting there, along with the email I never sent about not needing to look any longer.
Letting out a breath, I deleted the draft and opened the listing. “I think this could be the perfect house.”
I handed him the phone, but he kept his eyes on me. “You kept looking?”
My eyes dropped from his gaze. “No. The agent sent this to me the day you left. I started an email, letting her know we were no longer looking.”
He covered my hand where I held the phone. “You didn’t send it, did you?”
“I couldn’t bring myself to do it.” I shrugged my shoulder halfheartedly. “I guess I hoped we’d end up here at some point. I didn’t want to accept it was really over.”
He moved his hand from mine to cup my cheek. “I love you too much to let you go.”
“I love you too.” I smiled.
He took the phone from my hand. He was quietly flipping through the pictures. So quiet, in fact, my heart picked up its pace. There was no expression on his face. His eyes focused on the phone. Did he like it as much as I did? I thought this could be the perfect place for us. When he lowered the phone and simply stared at me, I couldn’t take his silence any longer.
“You hate it, don’t you?” I didn’t want to give away how disappointed I was. There were plenty of houses for us to look at. With everything that had happened between us, the fact she sent this house seemed like it might have been destined to be ours.
Jansen ran a finger down between my brows. “Get out of your head. I love it. When do you think we can see it?”
The breath I’d been holding passed my lips in a rush. “What time do you have to be at the arena on Monday? Maybe we could go after work?”
“I should be done before your day at the university is over.”
“Great, I’ll see if she’s available. It’s still early. What should we do for the rest of the day?”
A smirk lifted the corner of his lips as he tossed my phone to the end of the bed. “I’m sure we can think of a few things.”
He rolled his body on top of mine and I stopped thinking at all.
“We need to hire another professor to teach early American studies. There are too many students on the waiting list,” Shannon said, handing me a folder. “I’ve included a list of possible candidates who have applied in the past.”
I set the folder in the center of my desk and made a note on my calendar to take care of the issue tomorrow. “Thanks, I’ll look through these first thing in the morning.”
She sat back in her seat. “Not working late tonight?”
I put a few folders into my bag. “No, I’m not. I have an appointment.” There was a knock on my door. “Come in.”
“Am I interrupting anything?” I looked up at the sound of Jansen’s voice.
“Nothing at all. I was getting ready to meet you at the car.”
“I got here early so I thought I’d come up.” He walked over and stood chest to chest with me.
I pressed a kiss to his lips. “You can always surprise me.”
A throat clearing caught our attention. “Don’t mind me,” Shannon’s amused voice filled the space.
Jansen chuckled. He turned to face Shannon. “Sorry. He’s addictive.” He shrugged.
“It’s good to see you again, Jansen.”
“You too.” Jansen gave her his easy smile that made women at the games scream, but I knew that wasn’t the same one he saved for me.
Shannon collected her things. “I’m returning to my office. Stephen, I’ll check in with you tomorrow about those candidates.”
I tapped the folder. “First thing tomorrow, I promise.”
“Have a good night, boys,” Shannon said, closing the door behind her.
“Ready?” Jansen held his hand out to me.
I pushed the strap of my bag onto my shoulder and took his hand. “Absolutely.”
Jansen had dropped me at the office this morning. We hadn’t left each other’s side the entire weekend.
He pulled up in front of the house we were interested in, where Kelly waited for us. The pictures hadn’t done the exterior justice. It was much more than I expected.
“Wow, those pictures weren’t the best.” Jansen’s gaze was glued to the house. The white exterior practically glowed in the beginning of the sunset.
“Not even close. Let’s see if the interior is as beautiful as the exterior.” I placed my hand on Jansen’s back and led him up the front stairs.
“Jansen, Stephen, it’s wonderful to see you again. Hopefully, this is the place you’re looking for.” She opened the door and gestured for us to go in first.
I walked in and almost agreed to buy it right then and there. The large window above the front door brought in ample amounts of light, and the curved staircase immediately to the right of the door gave the room a much more open feel than the houses we’d seen previously.
“Let me show you the rooms on the second floor, then we can come back down and look around the first floor.”
We followed Kelly up the stairs to the primary bedroom. There was a large space for a king bed with a set of glass French doors directly across from where the end of the bed would sit. We could easily open the doors and lie in bed to enjoy the morning breeze in the summers and watch the moonlight on the water in the winter.
“This shower is huge. I’m never letting King see it,” I heard from the en suite. I followed the sound of his voice. I found Jansen standing in the middle of a large glass shower that took up an entire wall. It had two showerheads, one at either side.
“Damn.” It was the only word I could think of, considering the images that were conjured in my head of me and Jansen in the shower together.
“There are three other bedrooms on this floor. Two of them also have en suites, but only one besides the primary have walk-in closets.”
Kelly showed us the other bedrooms. I knew as soon as I saw Jansen’s face light up the rooms would be perfect for when his family came to visit. It made my chest ache a bit, but I pushed it away. Serilda made her choice, and I wouldn’t give this man up for someone who considered me to be unimportant. Not even my daughter.
There were only two other things that were important to us. “What about the kitchen? Is there a balcony downstairs?”
“There’s a view of the beach with plenty of room for company.”
“Lead the way,” Jansen said.
We followed Kelly through the house. We passed the kitchen, which was large with plenty of room for family and friend dinners, on our way out the back. The moment we stepped out, I felt like I’d been transported into one of those romance movies. The one where the characters get their happily ever after, standing in the sunset on the beach.
“This is…”
Jansen wrapped his arms around my waist from behind. “Perfect,” he whispered in my ear.
I turned to face him. “It really is.”
“Let’s make an offer and go home so we can celebrate.”
“I like the way you think.” I turned to face the real estate agent, who’d stayed inside to give us a moment. “We’ll take it.”