Chapter 46
Deejay
Matt joins me on the veranda outside my bedroom. Ours, really. I should just have him move his stuff in here. We haven’t slept apart for days. He looks battered and bruised, but whole. There’s a huge bruise on his shoulder that looks really painful, but otherwise, it’s the expected amount of damage after spending hours cage fighting. He sets a gift bag down on the table as he pulls me into a tight hug with a steamy kiss. He smells like my soap, which turns me on to no end. He’s just so fucking sexy.
When he’s sufficiently plundered my mouth, he pulls back, smiling down at me. A sparkle of excitement lights up his eyes, which makes me both happy and relieved. He had fun today. I was concerned he wouldn’t enjoy himself because of what happened last week, but clearly last week’s event did not steal his joy.
“How was it?”
I ask softly.
“Fun. I spent the whole time fighting Obsidites. There were only ten of them, but those fuckers are huge. No one told me I was only as big as some of their smallest adults, specifically their women. I thought I was going to have my ass handed to me. Look at what the first one I fought did, and she was one of the small ones,”
he shows me the bruise on his shoulder. “Dislocated it in one hit, no joke.”
He laughs with every word as he explains how he got injured, happy and excited.
“Nothing untoward today?”
He shakes his head. “Nothing. Loretta apologized, though she certainly did not regret her decision, paid me, gave me some salve, and wished me luck. I watched three of Loki’s fights. That man is maybe the best fighter I’ve ever seen. He’s pissed at someone in the skybox. After every fight he put his hands up and held his birds high staring up at the box. Oh, and he was glowing. I think Gage did something to him because he was lit up like a star.”
“Weird,”
I grunt. “Maybe something to do with him being a dragon.”
Matt shrugs. “How was everything here?”
he asks, pulling out a jar of salve and handing it to me. “Will you?”
I smile at him. “On the bed with you. I’ll massage the bruises away.”
He pecks my lips, then takes my hand and leads me back inside. He tosses his towel into the hamper, leaving him deliciously naked and lays on the bed, face up. The look of him on my—our bed makes me hum appreciatively in my throat.
I shuck my clothes and climb onto the bed at his feet, opening the salve and rubbing the bruising I can see, working my way up as I talk. “Nothing bad happened. I spent the afternoon shopping with the littles. Colt came along, but he barely spoke to me. I don’t know if he’s still chafing about you and me or if it's something else. I asked Kendall about it, but he looked me dead in the eye and told me that what’s between me and Colt has nothing to do with him. When did those two get so…? Whatever. Colt used to talk to me about everything and now it’s like pulling teeth.”
“He’ll open up again when he’s ready. Just keep on asking your questions, showing you love him, and being his dad. He’ll come around.”
I straddle his hips, now that I’ve made it up to his chest, and rub a generous amount of salve into his shoulder. “Yeah. It just worries me. It feels like he’s hiding from me and I hate it.”
“Of course you do. He’s your son.”
True.
“So, I bought everyone a new wardrobe because both Jasper and Cary have somehow grown out of their clothes in the last week, and Colt said he wanted more fashionable clothes to go out with his friends in. Ugh. He’s going to start going out with friends, Matt. Not that I have kept him home or anything, but this isn’t like taking him to birthday parties. They’re going to go hang out at places that are not here. I want to make him stay home because of the shit with Erroll and Tio, but fuck it’s not fair to hobble him when it’s unlikely to even touch him, right?”
“I don’t think it’s unfair to keep the kids close while the shit with Erroll and Tio isn’t resolved,”
he answers levelly. “It would be unfair to keep them home because of our fears afterward, but while we’re unsure what Erroll might do, I think it would behoove us err on the side of caution rather than risk Colt’s safety because he’s angry and wants to stretch his boundaries.”
I smile down at him, thankful for his unwavering support. “Agree. I want to keep him safe, but you’re right that I’ll have to let him go when the danger is resolved. It’s just so hard.”
“Is Kendall going with him?”
he asks frowning in thought.
“Probably. Those two have been joined at the hip since I brought Kendall home.”
“Then it’ll be fine for them to go hang out with their friends. They have phones and know who to call if something goes wrong. It’s good to worry about them, but we can’t let our fears dictate their actions. They won’t be kids for much longer, and the fact is, you’re raising adults. You don’t want them to get to the age of majority and have the thoughts and attitudes of children still. So, you let them have their freedom and let them make their mistakes and give them a soft landing when they fall. They’ll learn to get back up and be better than they were before.”
“How do you even know to say this shit?”
I ask, leaning over him to look him in the eye.
“I made a lot of mistakes and picked myself up, and I didn’t have the benefit of a loving father to help me figure my shit out,”
he answers honestly. “They’re lucky that when they fuck up, you and I will be there to offer a hand, but you can’t fix their shit for them if you want them to learn.”
“I know,”
I sigh. I move off him. “Turn over, I’ll get your back.”
He does as I request, adjusting his hardening cock so that it’s sticking out between his open legs. Oh, if that isn’t an invitation, I don’t know what is.
I put all thoughts of the kids aside, rubbing the salve into his back, where he has only one nice sized bruise. When I finish, I run my hands over his ass, kneading and massaging it. “Do you want me to take care of you tonight?”
I ask, running a finger over his cleft, down to his leaking cock.
He rumbles in his throat turning to look at me over his shoulder. “I like it, but do you mind?”
“Topping once in a while is nice,”
I reply, dipping my head down to lick up his spine.
He relaxes back down with a moan. “Then yes, please,”
he agrees slowly, vibrating my body everywhere it touches his.
Smiling, I reach into the nightstand and grab the lube and box of condoms. “Uh. Problem,”
I groan, annoyed. “We’ve run out of condoms.”
“Oh,”
he sighs. “Check the other nightstand? I put a couple in there too.”
“We used those yesterday.”
Fuck me. I should have grabbed some while I was out.
“I’m clean, and if it’s you, I’d be ok with raw, but there’s no pressure. We can do other things,”
he offers, turning to look at me over his shoulder. “I won’t get my feelings hurt if you say no because I know it’s not a decision to take lightly.”
I lean down and kiss his shoulder. “I’m also clean, and I would love to fuck you.”
“Then do it,”
he murmurs, love shining clearly in his eyes.
Love. Not lust, not infatuation. I can see real, actual, active love there. When did he start looking at me like that? How did I not notice this look on his face before now? And more importantly, why haven’t I told him that I love him yet? Because I do, I love him and have since before that love morphed into a romantic iteration of itself.
“Hey, turn over,”
I tell him, moving to give him the room to do it.
He turns, looking up at me curiously as I line up our bodies, laying on him. I hold myself on my hands, looking down into his absolutely love-filled eyes. “I love you,”
I say firmly, needing him to know I am not saying this on the whims of lust.
His curiosity transforms into joy, smiling up at me. “I love you too.”
No hesitation, no faltering, nothing but joy and genuine love come out of his mouth.
“Fuck, I love you.”
I kiss him, pouring all my love, joy, and need into it. I want him to know I treasure him, but fuck, I also want to show him how much I want him, need him, love him inside and out.
His hands run all over my naked body, touching and kneading, melting me into a puddle of happy goo. I want him so much, and I want to make him feel as good as he makes me feel. I need to show him how much his appearance in my life has changed everything for the better. I kiss across his jaw, down his neck, licking and nipping as I scoot back until I situate myself between his legs. Lube in hand, I pour some onto my fingers as he lifts his legs open for me. His cock lays there, beautiful with the bumps and ridges that make my body sing for him, but tonight, I want to give him the pleasure he gives me. I rub the lube over his hole, massaging that tight ring of muscles until I can slip a finger in without resistance. He rumbles in pleasure as I loosen him until I can fit another finger in. I check his face for pain, but his mouth hangs open as he pants with blissed-out, wanton abandon, so turned on a puddle of precum pools in his belly button.
That’s so fucking sexy.
“I’m ready, please,”
he begs, reaching for his cock.
I grin, slipping my fingers out, and pour more lube into my hand, slicking up my hard length in a few quick strokes. Kissing his legs, I position myself at his entrance, and push in, entering easily in a single, agonizingly sweet stroke. He moans again in unadulterated bliss.
“Yes,”
he hisses.
I draw out again and return, slowly, stroke by stroke, picking up speed, matching the pace of my thrusts to the pump of his hand on his cock.
“There, there, right there. Fuck!”
His words and noises make it hard to keep myself from toeing too close to the edge. He’s sexy as fuck, and the sight of him taking his pleasure from me ratchets my lust up. I love the way he looks like this, so into it, obsidian eyes moving between staring agape at me, looking at where we’ve merged, and closed in rapture.
“Touch me,”
he whispers, moving his hand to hold his legs.
I gather the precum on his body and take his cock in hand, pumping it with the rhythm of my strokes, loving the feel of his bumps and ridges in my hand, fucking him inside and out until he cries out, a deep boom of ecstasy as his cock grows in my hand and bursts long ropes of black cum all over his body and my hand. I nearly freeze at the sight of it but manage to keep my rhythm going.
Think about that later.
I close my eyes and concentrate on the feel of him, the tightness, the warmth, how much I love this man, and then, I soar with him. Groaning as I bury myself as deep as I can, twitching with every spurt inside him.
When the pleasure recedes and I start breathing again, I nearly flop forward, but Matt catches me and moves me to the side, reaching for a tissue to clean up the mess on him before cuddling me in his arms.
For several long minutes we stay wrapped in each other’s arms, learning how to breathe again, then he clears his throat. “You nearly lost it there. You ok?”
“I was surprised that your cum is black,”
I admit. “I didn’t know that. I guess I haven’t really paid attention to the clean-up part of our sex-life.”
“Yeah, I learned to hide it really quick. My first partner said I must be sick and wouldn’t have anything to do with me after that. I’ve been to a couple of clinics, but all my tests came back negative for anything, and it wasn’t blood in my sperm, so I just chalked it up to a weird quirk and hid it. Sorry, I should have warned you.”
“No, I knew right away that it was an Obsidite thing, it just startled me, that’s all. I love everything about you, including all your quirks and features.”
I lift my face to peck his lips. “All of you, Matt. I love it.”
He sighs happily, closing his eyes with a smile. “I’ll never get tired of hearing that. I love you too.”