Chapter 31
31
MATT
At seven on a Monday morning, Sylvia should be on her way to Salem for a meeting. It’s the only day of the week that she has to drive, so I know I’ll catch her alone. This is a conversation that has needed to happen.
“Hey Lew,” she says cheerfully. “I was going to call you later today.”
Taken aback, I almost miss my mug while pouring my coffee. Putting the carafe back so the rest of the pot can brew, I take a sip before answering.
“Hey Syl. Whatcha need from me?”
She hesitates for about ten seconds before she says, “I was thinking that we should give us another chance.”
Involuntarily, I spit coffee across the kitchen. Still choking and coughing from the shock of her statement, I put the phone down on the counter to grab a paper towel.
“We were good together, Lewis. Good enough you asked me to marry you. I freaked out when you said you weren’t coming home after your mom got better. I thought you’d fight for us. I was just being chicken shit about moving away from home. I miss you, Lew. I still want to marry you.”
The gasp from across the room makes me turn fast enough that I knock my almost full cup of coffee off the countertop to shatter on the linoleum below. I didn’t realize I had put the phone on speaker when I set it down.
Smashing my finger on the screen to end the call, I call out to Eric when he races back toward the bedroom. I can hear my phone ringing in the kitchen, but I ignore it. Sylvia is over nine hours away. She doesn’t matter. Eric does.
Knocking on the bedroom door, I call out to my boy. It takes a while for him to open the door for me, but when he does, he immediately turns away from me.
“I won’t be your little secret,” he says and sits on the edge of the bed before I can say anything. “I get that people can love more than one person, but that’s not me. I love you, Mattie, but I won’t share you. I don’t like ultimatums, but it’s gotta be her or me, Mattie. You have to choose, and you have to do it now before I fall any more in love with you.”
I fall to my knees in front of my brave boy. He’s put his heart out there, and there’s only one way I know of to reward him. Grabbing his chin, I pull gently until he’s looking at me.
“It’s Super Mattie and Sparkles forever,” I whisper, my lips brushing against his. “You’ve always held my heart, my precious unicorn boy.”
I give him my heart all over again with the kiss I place on his lips. I only want to make him mine in every way possible.
Standing slowly, I don’t break our kiss, pushing my boy to lie back on the bed. Using my left hand to keep my weight off his upper body, my right travels from his throat in a gentle caress down his torso to the waistband of my favorite pajama pants.
“I thought I have shit taste in fashion?” I ask him as I pull the drawstring to loosen the pants.
The look Eric gives me is a mix of mischief and something more special.
“I guess it’s a good thing that I was the one who picked these out, isn’t it?”
Chuckling at his cheeky response, I give the pants a yank and delight in the squeak of surprise I get from my boy before I start kissing my way up his thigh. I’ve decided this very special and unique boy deserves some very special kisses today.
“Mattie…”
Eric’s groan encourages me as I reach my goal. I might have never sucked a dick before, but I have watched more than enough of my share of porn to know of most of the techniques… and I may have practiced with some popsicles over the last week after getting my first glance of him at Pegasus.
Wrapping my right hand around his base, I slowly stroke him in a loose grip while my left hand moves to fondle his balls. Watching his face, he seems confused but enraptured with what I’m doing.
Has no one ever done this for his pleasure before?
Lowering my mouth to the head of his penis, I lick up the precum that has started to flow and delight in the sounds I’m able to pull from my boy. I want to surprise him, so I remove my right hand and work my way down his shaft, an inch at a time, keeping eye contact the entire time.
My own dick is dripping in my sweats as I work my way to swallowing around the head of Eric’s cock. His head flies back and he grips the bedsheets desperately when I swallow around him a second time. I want his nails digging into me, not the sheets. I want him to mark me, bruise me, bleed me, claim me.
Pulling up, I switch to shallow suction as I thrust my tongue onto his slit over and over. Based on the sounds coming from my cutie, I’ve found something he really likes.
“Mattie… I’m… Don’t stop… Gonna…”
I want his release. I want to take in every part of him. Intellectually, I know I shouldn’t be giving head without a condom, but this is Eric. I don’t want anything to come between us, not anymore.
Impatient for my reward, I move my left hand and push my middle finger against his tight pucker while my thumb presses against his taint. The combination of those with my suction seems to be the right recipe for release because I have to start swallowing a second later. Someday soon, I want to know what a facial would feel like, but this morning, I just want to consume my boy.
Pulling off his spent dick, I pull the Grinch up to cover him back up.
“Such a good boy for me, Sparkles,” I whisper and lay down next to him to wait for him to ride out the afterglow.