Chapter 36
Deejay
Music has always soothed the ragged edges of my life, though I didn’t learn to play a single instrument until after I bought this house.
When I saw it during an open house night, the Realtor didn’t think I was either old enough, or wealthy enough to afford it, so she ignored me completely when I walked in and had one of her support staff tail me as I looked through the house.
Of course, I fell in love with the place, but the two rooms that cinched it for me were the library and the music room.
At the time of the open house, the place was fully furnished, and when I walked into the music room, it felt like my entire life turned upside down.
I realized that I could learn to play any instrument I wanted, and I could do it at home if I lived here.
When I walked out of the music room, I looked at the support staff person who’d followed me and told her flat out I would pay ten percent more than the highest bid on the house.
Four weeks later, I hired an interior designer to kid proof the house and bring my dream rooms to life. Two weeks after that I sat for my first lesson with the piano.
Ten years later, I sit outside the door of the music room in the hall, wiping tears off my face because Robbie’s talent and expression are heartachingly beautiful.
I know how to play every instrument in that room, and I will never have as much skill on any instrument as he has in one finger playing the recorder flute.
His music haunts me and fills me with a deep, aching pain that I can’t explain and don’t want to.
It reminds me of difficult days and how far I’ve come, and it makes me ridiculously happy and grateful for the life I have created for myself and my family.
Robbie’s panic attack earlier today wrecked me and made me hate my sister for what she’s done to him, but right now, listening to the emotional and difficult melody that he’s playing makes me so glad she brought him to me.
He puts a lot of pain into his music, but he keeps flowing into a happier tune, one that makes me think he’s glad to be here too.
I see Matt poke his head into view and look at me concerned. I hold a hand up to silence him, get to my feet, and walk over to him, wiping away the emotional upheaval staining my cheeks. “Robbie is playing,”
I whisper, leading him away so our conversation doesn’t interrupt the musician. “He’s so talented. Even if no one else played anything, having the music room is worth it just for him.”
“I didn’t know he could play,”
Matt notes thoughtfully.
“I knew he could, I walked in on him the first week he was here—gosh, I think it’s only been eleven days since he arrived. How is that even possible? It feels like he’s been here forever.”
“It’s been pretty intense since he arrived,”
Matt rumbles. “It’s like his arrival set off a Rube Goldberg machine in our lives, but obviously he’s not at fault for any of the shit hitting our fans.”
“No. The inciting event was your arrival and he just happened to come along at the right time to intensify the chain reactions,”
I disagree as we enter the kitchen. “Wine or milk?”
I ask since it’s become our habit to have a drink together after getting the twins to bed, which he’d volunteered for today.
“Wine. Do we still have that bottle of cheap Moscato?”
he asks as he bends to check the wine chiller.
“Ah, no. I think Chanda and Robbie drank it yesterday after we went to bed.”
Something about that niggles the back of my mind, but I can’t quite grasp at it. It feels like déjà vu, but I don’t remember anything like this.
“A red, then? Lambrusco?”
“Sounds good to me,”
I agree. “How about a fire?”
“Let’s do it. You pour, I’ll light,”
he instructs, handing me the bottle as he presses a kiss to my lips. “Hmmm. I like that I can do that,”
he rumbles, sending shivers of desire down my spine and straight to my balls.
“Me too,”
I breathe, trying to decide if I should forego the wine, or stick to the plan. Either way, I want more kisses. In various places.
He chuckles, grabbing my ass and groping it affectionately. “I’ll have this later.”
Oh. Yes.
“Or now?”
“Hey,”
Robbie’s voice interrupts us. “I’m heading to bed,”
he yawns. “Just wanted to let you know in case you decided to get frisky in the kitchen again.” His teasing grin makes both me and Matt chuckle.
“Thank you,”
Matt laughs.
Robbie gives us a shy wave before heading off.
I bury my face in Matt’s shoulder. “We are never going to live that down.”
“I have zero regrets and now that I know Robbie’s gone to bed and everyone else is asleep. I’m going to get frisky with you on the back deck. So, pour the wine and meet me on the loveseat.”
He wags his eyebrows suggestively, making me giggle.
“How could I say no to such a lewd proposition,”
I snicker.
“I don’t know how you could say no to any idea I come up with. I’m a very versatile lover and all my ideas are fantastic.”
His words immediately transport me to Sunday night when he lifted me onto his shoulders to perform the most magnificent fellatio I’ve ever had in my life. As if it wasn’t enough that he had enough strength in just his arms to get me up that high—I nearly came just from that alone—it turns out that he can suck cock like a fuck machine. Oh gawd. I want him so much. Just the memories he’s already given me have me leaking precum.
“I’m going to go get the supplies…”
“No need. I came prepared,”
Matt grins, squeezing my ass before pecking my lips and letting me go. “Wine, Deejay, then I’ll take care of you.”
He walks out, leaving me standing there with a burning need to climb up an Obsidite mountain and jump. I take a minute to calm my excitement a little before I open the wine and get a couple of wine glasses from the cabinet. I take them out to the back deck, where Matt has a fire started in the steel fire pit we have out here. We’ve spent several evenings since his arrival out here with the kids, but this is the first time it’s been just me and him. I set the glasses on the table beside the loveseat, and pour us each half a glass, picking mine up and sitting as I watch him get the fire going strong. When he feels like it’ll burn for a while, he stands up and joins me pulling me into the crook of his arm before taking up his wine glass and sipping it. “Does this feel familiar to you?”
he questions softly after a few minutes of cuddling. “Like déjà vu or something?”
“I had that feeling earlier,”
I comment softly. “Like, we’ve done this before, but we haven’t.”
“Weird,”
he grunts. “Fuck it, it doesn’t matter.”
He drains his glass and sets it back on the table. “Finish or don’t but I’m taking it out of your hand.”
I grin, gulp the rest of my wine down, and hand him the glass. “Time for the hanky-panky?”
“The hankiest of pankies,”
he confirms, as he sets the glass down.
Excited, I swing my leg over his lap, straddling him as I press into a hot, steamy, passionate kiss. As our tongues mingle and dance, his strong hands grip my hips, kneading and squeezing, moving together until all I can think about and all I want is his magnificent cock inside me making me soar. I need skin, need it, so I pull back long enough to rip my shirt over my head, then pull his up, fighting for a brief moment with the sofa before he sits forward and helps me get his shirt off. I tackle his mouth again, loving the way his rough hands scrub up and down my back, to my front, teasing my nipples, then down to the button on my jeans. A flick and a zip later, I gasp in unadulterated pleasure as he takes my cock in hand causing me to undulate on his lap, greedy for more.
“Fuck,”
I gasp when he rubs his thumb over the head of my cock, spreading the precum all around. I’m leaking and wet and so turned on, it feels like much more of this and I’ll cum before I’m ready.
Suddenly, he moves me, flipping positions with me. I’m on my back with him kneeling between my legs—how did he move me so fast? He relieves me of my pants then kisses along my jaw and down my neck, stopping for a moment to suck on that spot that drives me wild before traveling down. He licks and sucks my nipples spending ages just there, bringing me to the edge of ecstasy. “Fuck, fuck—gonna cum—”
His hand grips my cock hard, both stopping the momentum toward orgasm, and simultaneously driving me further along the edge. He gives me a sly smile as he licks my nipple then traces his tongue down my body, sucking a hickey into my thigh. His hand moves off my cock, massaging my balls as he sucks my cock into his mouth, licking and sucking, drawing me in deeper with every bob of his head. I can feel myself slide into his throat and out, and fuck—that is so fucking sexy. My balls try to draw up, but his hand is right there, massaging them back down, taking me to the edge and back again. “God. Fuck. Yes. I’m gonna—”
His fingers press into my perineum. “Breathe,”
he instructs before swallowing me to the root.
I take a deep breath, following my orders and let it out as the sensation builds and builds until all at once, I’m orgasming hard, crying out because it hurts so good and feels so different. I’m not cumming like I usually do, but fuck, it’s fucking fantastic too. He licks and sucks every pulse and twitch out of me before pulling off and continuing to pump my cock with his hand. “How was that?”
he asks as he pulls a small bottle of lube and a condom out of his back pocket and sets them on the couch next to me.
“What—?”
I pant, having a hard time catching my breath. “What was that?”
“Dry orgasm,”
he explains, pulling his beautiful, bumpy dick out of his shorts and rolling the condom on one handed. He squeezes a bit of lube onto my hole, using his fingers to spread it around, then slicks up his cock and lines up, pressing his head slowly into me.
“Fuck,”
I breath, bearing down.
I feel the bumps along his cock slide over my sensitive prostate until he’s flush inside, lighting me up like a firecracker. He starts a slow progression back out and I see stars, bright and blinding in the darkness behind my eyelids. I know I’m noisy and I can’t stop myself. I have to let it out. I need to release the overwhelming pressure of the constant, absolute pleasure of having him pumping inside me.
Vrrt. Vrrt. Vrrt. Vrrt.
“What the fuck is that?” I demand.
Matt stops and reaches down, pulling my phone out of my pants. “Chanda,”
he says, showing me the display.
“Fuck,”
I pant, reaching for it. “He wouldn’t call if it wasn’t important.”
He starts to pull out, but I wrap my legs around him, stopping him. He arches his brow at me as I answer the phone. “Chanda?”
I try to sound normal.
“The Chaos Eater burned my house down because I offended Erroll of Morgaine yesterday.”
Quickly I put the phone on speaker so Matt can hear too. “I want to take you up on your offer of safe haven.”
“What happened?”
Matt demands, having not heard the first part.
“Tio burned my house down.”
“Just what the hell is Erroll doing?”
I question aloud as Matt lets loose an impressive growl.
“That fucker’s been busy today.”
I nod in agreement. “Chanda, my offer stands firm. Get over here. The Demesne D’Aquino welcomes you into our protection.”
“Thank you. Half an hour if nothing else goes wrong.”
“Knock on wood. See you soon.”
“Yeah.”
I hang up and toss the phone to the side. “Half an hour or is the night a bust?”
Matt frowns as he leans down, pushing up on my insides again. “Half an hour before we have to deal with this shitstorm. I say we enjoy it.”
I meet his lips, putting the difficulties of the rest of the world aside. Everything else can wait for the next thirty minutes, I’ve got important Matters to attend.
Pun intended.