Chapter 31 #2
He rests his head back against my shoulder, and I fist his cock, tugging and stroking while I press kisses to his throat. “Open your mouth,” I tell him. His lips part, and I slip two fingers into his mouth. “Suck.”
My thrusts are shallow, but this is all for him right now. I watch him with his eyes closed, breathing through his nose, as he suckles my fingers. His arm reaches behind me, and he holds my neck.
“You are so fucking sexy right now,” I tell him. “I wish you could see what I do and how beautiful you look, sucking on my fingers like a good boy.” I’m not sure how well he’ll receive being called a ‘good boy,’ but he’s sucking even harder on my fingers. He must like it, right?
I swear to fuck, I’m going to blow just by watching him, always so responsive.
My hand moves faster, and I squeeze harder, twisting on the upstroke, grazing the head of his cock. He mewls around my fingers, licking the pads. His ass squeezes the hell out of my dick as he gets closer.
I nip at his shoulder and neck, careful not to leave marks, not that I wouldn’t love to mark him as mine.
He’s growling now, his breath coming faster. I roll my hips as much as I can in this awkward position, but it’s also one of my favorites because he’s so damn close to me. This position is only for Seth.
“God, listen to you. Your cock is so hot and heavy in my hand.”
Seth finally spits out my fingers, gasping. “Fuck, Cal… I’m going to come.”
Now, it’s my turn to growl. “I love it when you say naughty words during sex. You have no idea how sexy you are right now. I could fuck you like this forever.”
“Agh… God… Coming…”
Hot cum shoots out onto the rug. Oops. I should’ve done better catching it, but a lot spilled over my hand. I close my eyes and breathe through the tight squeeze of his ass. I’m not quite ready to orgasm yet.
When Seth’s finished, I ease him back down.
Once he’s braced for me, I grab hold of his hips, pull out, and slam back home.
There’s no wasting time. I need to come quickly, so I pull out and sink back in rapidly and hard enough that our skin slaps together loudly. He grunts every time I thrust back in.
The pressure and electricity build and build. My heart is racing, and I’m clawing at Seth.
“Come on, come on…”
Suddenly, cum shoots out of me, and I throw my head back and close my eyes, but I don’t stop moving until my nuts have nothing left to give.
I pull out and fall onto my back next to Seth, catching my breath as a wave of euphoria and numbness washes over me.
“Best birthday sex ever,” I gasp. Seth rolls onto his side and gently smacks my stomach. “Hey! What was that for?”
“It’s only a love tap.”
“Love tap, my ass.” I grab him and pull him on top of me. “Come here.” Seth rests his chin on my chest, and I finger back his sweaty bangs. “Hey, gorgeous.”
He smiles back. “Hey.”
“You were hot as fuck. Next time, we need to use a mirror or something so you can see how hot you are.”
“I like that.”
“Like what? Mirrors?”
He nods as his face blooms red. “I masturbate in front of my mirror.”
“Pfft, and you keep saying you’re vanilla. I’m calling BS on that from now on.”
Seth reaches for my lips with his, and I lift my head to kiss him. “Happy birthday, Joker.”
“I got you a gift, too, by the way,” I tell him.
“But it’s not my birthday.”
I shrug. “It’s really for us. And I didn’t wrap it or anything. It’s at my house.”
“What is it?”
“It’s for when the kids are home, and we want to fool around.” Seth perks up and grins. “I got us tripods for our phones that come with a light. Instead of having phone sex, we can watch each other on our screens in real time.”
“That is hot.”
“I can’t wait to see your face turn red as you come for me on camera.”
He chuckles and kisses the tip of my nose. “I have a feeling life’s never going to be dull with you around.”
“That’s the plan.”
“Brae!” I call up from the bottom of the stairs.
“Yeah?”
“Want to help me make homemade spaghetti?”
“Yeah.”
“You have an amazing way with words, kiddo,” I say and head off into the kitchen to pull out all the ingredients and utensils we’ll need.
While I start chopping up some bell peppers, music suddenly fills the house. I stop, set down the knife, and close my eyes that are filling with tears.
The piano arrived a couple of weeks ago, but Braeden had yet to play it.
Fuck, my heart. It aches in the best possible way.
I pour myself a glass of white wine and step out of the kitchen, quietly making my way into the living room. I sit down on the couch and sip my drink as I watch Braeden play. His profile is serious, and his fingers move quickly over the keys like a fucking expert.
The song is familiar, but I’m not sure what it’s called. It’s clearly classical.
He looks over at me, gives me a brief smile, playing without stopping.
After a few minutes, he stops and rests his hands on the piano. “It feels good to play again.”
“I’m so glad you did. You’re incredibly talented, Brae.”
“Thanks.”
“What did you play?”
“Claire De Lune by Debussy. I’m a little rusty.”
“It was fantastic. Beautiful. Is that what you want to do professionally?”
His head is down when he shakes it. “Nah, I just… love music. I’m going to be a doctor one day. I want to heal.”
I set my glass on the coffee table, walk over to him, and bump my hip against his shoulder. He moves over so I can sit next to him. “I think you can do whatever you want. It sounds clichéd, but it’s true. You’re so smart and talented. You can do whatever you set your mind to.”
“Thanks.”
He still doesn’t say a lot, but playing the piano is a sign of healing, at least from what I see. It’s a promise that he’ll be okay.
I couldn’t ask for a better outcome than this.