Chapter 7 #3
I had to be more careful about my time, and the wake-up call was good.
My man, who held other people’s lives in his hands all day, every day, needed to come home and submit all his power to me.
He needed to simply feel, to let go, to not think, just be.
I had to be the one in charge. He needed to surrender to me, and I had been so focused on the kids, thinking that he was fine with how things were.
And he was, he just needed more, and I had to be sensitive to when he did.
I had to look at him more closely and really see him.
I promised myself I would. I didn’t want to ever lose him.
Letting his cock fall from my mouth, rising over him, staring into his eyes, I told him, “Don’t want you lookin’ for someone else to take care of you.”
“I only want you, ever. You know that.”
I yanked him around, manhandling him, and pinned him against the wall. “Turn.”
He was shivering as he moved, and I placed his hands on the dark, smooth wood of the wall.
I stripped off his pants and briefs from where they were gathered around his knees and had him step out of them.
Just looking at him, clutching the wall, legs braced apart, waiting for whatever I was going to do to him, had me hard and leaking.
“Stay.”
“Yes, sir.”
I was back in moments, putting a towel on the floor under him, then dribbling lube over his crease. He jolted, his cock grazing the wall, and when he tried to move, I shoved him forward, bending him further and sliding a finger into his firm, round ass.
“Weber,” he moaned, pushing back as I pushed in.
“We all need you, Cy. You make everything work. Never doubt it. Never have a minute of uncertainty. It’s you, I swear it.”
“I love the others, I do, but I need you, Web, want you.”
“You want me to want you, need you?” I added a second finger and then a third to his greedy hole. I massaged and rubbed, waiting for the tight muscles to loosen as I kissed up the side of his neck, nibbling along the way.
“Yes,” he barely got out.
“Well, I do, Cy,” I said, opening him up, relaxing his muscles.
“More,” he begged. “Please.”
He was trying to suck my flesh inside, and I wanted to feed him my cock, but I had to wait until I was sure he was ready. I would never, ever hurt him.
“Web!” he gasped. “Hurry.”
I would show him how necessary he was.
Spreading his cheeks, I pressed my wide head to his entrance.
“Weber, baby…please.”
I sheathed myself to the hilt in one intense forward plunge.
“Web!”
Luckily, the walls were thick and the dinosaur movie was loud.
“Love…”
I slid out a little, only enough to feel his muscles contract, ripple around me, before I pressed forward, harder, deeper on the second thrust.
“Grab your cock, Cy,” I ordered him, my breath in his ear before I sucked the silky lobe into my mouth.
The noises he was making—whines, cries, groans—were driving me right out of my mind.
The man was beautiful as he came apart in my hands, and watching him, feeling him around me as I buried myself inside him, had me too close.
“You need to come, Cy. You’re making me crazy, and I won’t last.”
“Weber…”
“You’re mine,” I told him as my hips snapped forward, hammering into him, wanting to be buried as deep as I could.
“Oh yes,” he rasped, and I could feel him shaking. “Please, I need to just be yours.”
I lost track of everything but the man in my arms, the smell of his skin, the taste of his sweat, the sound of his breathing. How could I have ever thought I wouldn’t be spending the rest of my life with him?
“Web,” he begged, his voice cracking with emotion.
He needed me to do what I never thought was my right but always had an inkling of. I had to lay down the rules of my home just as I’d done with Lyn’s boys before they moved in. I had to say how things would be.
I took a breath as I held him, as I fucked him.
“Weber…”
God, he needed me before he fractured in front of my eyes.
“Listen, in this house, under this roof, you surrender to me. Everything is mine: your fears, your hopes, all of it. Put it all on me. I can carry it. I’ll take care of you, I’ll protect you, and I’ll love you no matter what because you belong to me. ”
“You promise?”
“I swear. Now let go.”
“Show me.” His voice shook.
I shoved my hips forward, pushing inside impossibly deep, and his breath caught as my left arm wrapped around him, across his chest, holding him, pressing him back against my heart and also allowing him to see it.
He had to see. To glimpse the thick gold ring he’d put on my finger three months ago, the ring I never took off, the ring that told the world I was now a married man. That’s what he needed. It tore the orgasm from him every single time.
“Fuck!” he roared, cum splattering the wall at the same time I filled his rippling channel that tightened viselike around my cock.
We were both heaving for breath, panting, him with his hands braced on the wall, head back, eyes closed, shivering, riding the wave of aftershocks rolling through his body. And me behind him, hands now gripping his hips, my body suddenly freezing.
I could not have moved if my life depended on it.
“Web.”
“Cy.”
“I don’t want to put more on your plate, so I’ve been keeping a lot of things to myself.”
There was only one response. “Do you think of this as our house?”
“Of course. It’s more yours than anyone’s,” he stressed to me. “When any one of us isn’t here, it’s okay. But when you’re not here, Web, it’s empty. You make this house a home. You’re the one we all love and need. You’re the strong one.”
I slid from his body, his muscles releasing me, and turned him slowly around to face me.
My hands went to the thick chestnut hair, pushing it out of his eyes so I could see them.
“Then lay all your crap on me, all right? I can take it. I’m strong.
Please let me shoulder it, Cy, whatever it is, whenever it is.
It’s my right as your husband, as the man you love.
Respect me enough to trust me with the bullshit as well as the good stuff. ”
He nodded.
“Yeah?”
“Yes, Web,” he said, nearly collapsing in front of me, so I grabbed him and helped him to the bed. He was sprawled out, the picture of a sated man.
I sat beside him and stroked his hair. “Lemme go get you some water.”
“Not yet,” he said, taking hold of my hand. “Let me roll around in our alone time for another minute.”
“They’ll move out eventually,” I said, fingers tracing over his eyebrows, “and you’ll miss them somethin’ fierce.”
“I love them all, and I love them being here,” he assured me. “But I would also like for you to put me over the kitchen table sometimes too.”
“That’s gross,” I teased him, laughing.
“You know what I mean.”
“I do.” I sighed, straddled his hips, and sat over his groin. “We need to carve out a bigger chunk of time for us. I will work on it the minute I get back from soccer camp with Tris.”
“I sound so needy,” he said, his hands on my thighs, sliding over them.
“You love me and want alone time with me. How is that needy?”
“But I have to understand that I share you with four other people.”
“We will make more time. Just don’t stop talkin’ to me. I have to know everything that’s goin’ on in that head of yours because you ever thinkin’ that you’re anything less than necessary is crap.”
His hands were clutching at my thighs. “Jesus, Web, your body is so hard. I love touching you.”
“Are you listening to me?”
“You look so good, so healthy and beautiful, your whole body… It’s like you were sculpted out of stone or something.”
“You ain’t listenin’ at all,” I groused.
“I am.” He chuckled, hands reaching for my face, easing me down into a kiss.
It was a blur after that.
I woke in the night because I was cold, and when I reached for him, I came up with chilly sheet instead of warm body. I lifted my head and saw him standing at the window, wrapped in a blanket, staring out at the city lights.
“Not bored of your life, are you? Wish you were back out there, on the prowl?”
He looked at me over his shoulder. “No, I’m just glad we got things straight tonight. I wanted to know where I stood, been wondering for a while, and you told me. I know you love me and need me, and that me not wanting to be in control all the time, of everything, doesn’t make me weak.”
“No, it doesn’t.”
He nodded. “I brought you a bottle of water for when you woke up.”
“Thank you,” I said, still watching him.
“I can deal with you being gone now that everything is all cleared up.”
“You always knew, inside, didn’t ya?”
He looked out at the lights again as it started to rain. “I hoped. I never wanted anything or anyone like I wanted you, Web. Only piece I was missing to make my life how I always wanted.”
“Christ, aim higher next time.”
He was scowling when he turned, and I started laughing.
“You’re such an ass. I was having a moment there.”
“Oh.” I grinned. “Sorry, by all means, then, have your moment.”
“Well, now I can’t. You ruined it.”
“C’mere.”
He flipped me off.
“You gonna make me get up?”
He stalked over to me, irritation rolling off him, and when he was close enough, I grabbed his hand and pulled him down into my arms.
“I want the blanket,” I told him.
“So you’re just cold,” he snapped at me.
“Yep.”
“You didn’t want me at all?”
I grunted.
“Maybe a little?”
“Maybe a little,” I agreed as he lifted, aligning our bodies before lying on top of me.
“So you’ll keep me?” he asked as I put my hands on his face, easing him up higher so I could kiss his throat, which I loved to do. It made him shiver every time.
“I’m the orphan,” I told him between kissing and sucking, my teeth dragging over his skin, jarring him, his hands clutching at my shoulders as the sensations rolled through him. “You gotta keep me.”
“It’s all I ever wanted, Web, you know that.”
I did. “Well, you ain’t gonna run me off. I reckon I’m here for good.”
“I’m counting on that,” he said, and kissed me. “I’m counting on forever.”
I felt exactly the same.