Chapter 23
Sumner
After everything Sly had ever done for me, I wanted to do something for him for once.
I remembered an item on his bucket list about getting breakfast in bed someday, and it stuck with me until I decided to act on it this morning.
He was still asleep, looking as peaceful as ever, so I slipped out of bed, and put on one of his shirts before I walked quietly to his kitchen.
I checked the fridge to see what I could work with, and decided to go for scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast. Basic, but that was all he had in the kitchen, and running out to grab something else would only take time. And I didn’t want to risk him waking up before I brought the food to his bed.
By the time everything came together, I felt oddly proud of myself. Even if I had made breakfast many times before, I never truly made it feeling this…happy.
I plated the food carefully and poured some coffee into his favorite mug—which, funnily enough, was in the shape of a helmet. Then I balanced everything on a tray and carried it down the hall, walking slow so I wouldn’t spill anything.
He was still asleep when I went in. His hair was a mess, one arm draped across his stomach, and the other over his face.
The sheet was barely covering him, and I admired his chest and stomach for a moment before I set the tray on the nightstand.
Leaning down, I gently brushed my fingertips along his forearm.
“Sly,” I whispered.
He stirred and frowned, moving his arm away from his face. Then he blinked his eyes open. “What’s that sweet smell?”
I smiled and brushed his hair away from his forehead. “That’s probably the honey. I made breakfast.”
He turned his head toward the tray, blinking again like he didn’t quite believe it. Then he looked at me and smiled. “You did?” he asked, reaching up to cup my face with his hand.
“Yeah. Come on, sit up.”
He moved to sit up, but he wasn’t interested in the breakfast first. He leaned back against the headboard and pulled me into his arms, placing kisses to the side of my head. “Thank you. You didn’t have to.”
“I know. But I wanted to.” I melted into him and let him hold me for a moment. “So you can cross that off your bucket list.” I looked up at him to see his reaction.
“Shit…you remembered that?”
I shrugged. “Yeah.”
“I’m going to keep you forever,” he murmured, kissing my cheek before loosening his arms around me. “Show me what you made.”
I smiled and turned to grab the tray off the bedside table, then placed it on our laps. “Scrambled eggs, toast, coffee, and bacon. And tea for me.”
“You’re a goddess,” he praised, admiring the food. “You helping me eat all this?”
I nodded, happy to share my food with him. That was something that had become our thing. We shared everything with each other, and while it was a simple gesture, it meant so much to me.
We ate together, talked about our plan for the day, and every so often, and when he finished the last bite, he leaned back against the headboard, looking all happy and satisfied.
“That was perfect, baby. Thank you.” He rubbed my back and I turned more toward him with a pleased smile. “It’s been a while since I’ve been able to cross something off my bucket list,” he added.
I pursed my lips and studied him for a moment before saying, “There’s actually another thing you could cross off.”
He lifted a brow and tilted his head to the side. “Yeah? What’s that?”
“Actually, there’s two more things.”
Question was written all over his face as I put the tray away and got up to grab my phone. Opening my music app, I put on ‘Sex on Fire’ by Kings of Leon.
“Fuck me…” he murmured, slowly realizing what I had in mind. “Are we about to have a hot makeout session?”
I nodded and got back on the bed after putting the phone on the tray. I straddled his lap, placing my hands on his shoulders while he moved his hands to my ass.
“Fuck, yes. Come here, baby.”
I leaned down and kissed him, passionate and deep, pressing my body against his as I circled my hips to feel his cock. He groaned and squeezed my ass, dipping his tongue into my mouth.
A moan escaped me. I had to give it to him…
making out while that specific song was playing did feel more intense.
My hands moved into his hair, tugging gently.
When the song slowly came to an end, he broke the kiss but stayed close.
“You said two more things. What’s the other thing I can cross off the list? ”
I smiled and gently pushed him back against the headboard. “Me riding your face.”
Amusement sparked in his eyes. “That’s not on my bucket list.”
“Right,” I said, running my fingers along his pecs. “It’s on mine. Because you said your face is one thing you’d let me ride besides April and your dick.”
He chuckled and squeezed my hips, shaking his head.
“You’re incredible.” He sat back up and kissed me one more time while taking off my panties before instructing me to move up on my knees.
Once I did, he moved his body down until his head was right between my thighs.
“This is heaven,” he said, moving his hands to my ass and squeezing hard.
I rested both hands on the headboard to steady myself while I watched him. In the background, another song started playing, but I didn’t focus on it.
I focused on his mouth which was now covering my pussy, with his tongue flicking against my clit. Moaning, I moved my hips, and he put more pressure against my most sensitive part. His gaze moved up to my face, and a smirk tugged at his lips as he watched me.
“This is the best view I’ve ever had,” he murmured, momentarily taking his mouth off me. “Fuck, I wanna stay like this forever.”
“I’ll let you…” I breathed, reaching down with one hand to push my fingers into his hair. “But please never stop.”
Grinning like a fool, he teased me by trailing kisses along my inner thigh before his mouth was back on my pussy. It didn’t take long before my legs started shaking, and I wasn’t so steady on my knees anymore.
My hips bucked, and I tightened my grip in his hair as he moved his tongue faster. “Oh, God,” I moaned, throwing my head into my neck and arching my back. “Don’t stop.”
He sucked hard on my clit, then flicked his tongue against it even faster until an orgasm came over me. it didn’t come unexpectedly, but the intensity of it overwhelmed me.
“OH YES!” I cried out, unable to hold myself up any longer, but Sly was right there, keeping me steady with his hands on my thighs.
I collapsed when he stopped, and he pulled me on top of him, wrapping his arms around my body while I buried my face into the side of his neck. I was shaking from the aftermath of the orgasm, but his hands caressing my back slowly grounded me again.
“I got you, baby,” he whispered into my hair before taking a long, deep breath, then letting it out with a chuckle.
I turned my head to look at his face and smiled. “What?”
He smirked. “I think I’m starting a new list.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Another bucket list?”
“Kind of. Except this one’s for things I want to do every day.”
“Like what?”
“Eating you out while you ride my face. I’m not just saying this, baby, but that was fucking epic, and I think it’s my new favorite thing in the world.”
I laughed and scrunched my nose, then shook my head at him. “You’re unbelievable.”
“I’m just being honest.” He pressed a kiss to my forehead and squeezed me tight, and we stayed in bed while for the rest of the morning while the music in the background continued to play.