Chapter 18
Chapter Eighteen
Ethan
The featherlight feel of fingers tracing my abdomen stirs me awake. Blinking open my eyes, I’m greeted by sunshine, but it’s not the one in the sky. The morning sun creates a glowing halo around Jacob’s smiling face.
“Good morning, birthday boy,” he sings, leaning down to press a smacking kiss against my lips.
Before he can pull away, I curve my hand around the back of his head and deepen the kiss. I want to hit the pause button and stay here in our bubble, but I know reality won’t wait for a daydream.
“Good morning.” My voice comes out like gravel. “I have to say, this is a great way to wake up.”
He grins at me. “Good. I don’t want you to think about anything today except relaxing and enjoying yourself.
” I open my mouth to argue but he silences me, pressing a finger to my lips.
“Nope. That means no cooking or even making a cup of coffee. You’re doing absolutely nothing all day.
Although, maybe I’ll let you work out if you want to, but I think we should try another form of cardio.
” Mischief sparkles in his gorgeous blue eyes.
Lacing my fingers through the strands of his dark blond hair, I pull him forward until our lips are a breath apart.
“Is that right?” I mumble.
“Mmm,” he hums.
Our lips meet again. He tastes like minty toothpaste and smells like his passion fruit shower gel, and I’m mentally kicking myself for sleeping in.
For wasting time when I could’ve been with him.
I greedily swallow each of his low whimpers as we suck on each other’s tongue with little finesse, and when I pull him on top of me, his lithe body lays between my legs. My cock is hard and heavy against my stomach, and there’s no way he can’t feel how hard I am beneath the sheets.
“Mmm, we don’t have time right now as your birthday treat is in the oven. Save it for later, big boy.” He props himself up on his elbows, but teasingly rolls his hips.
I tip my head back into the pillow and groan. “You’re a fucking tease, do you know that?”
“Yep.” He grins before adding, “But you’ll thank me later.”
With a final kiss to my lips, he climbs off me and heads back downstairs before I can argue.
When I’m showered and dressed, I head to the kitchen. The smell of vanilla makes my stomach grumble, and as soon as I walk in, my mom throws her arms around me and squeezes the breath out of me.
“Happy birthday, my favorite child. ”
“I’m your only child,” I grumble.
“Exactly. I didn’t want any more because you’re my favorite.” She grins, patting my cheek. “Come, open your cards and presents. Jacob tells me you haven’t got any plans today so I’m taking you both for lunch. There’s a cute little pub that does the most amazing Sunday roast.”
“You don’t have to do that.”
She places her fists on her hips and glares at me. “Ethan, you’re my son and it’s your birthday. It’s part of my motherly privilege to take you out to celebrate so just be quiet and open your cards.”
I fight a smile and do as I’m told, taking a seat at the island where they’ve placed a few cards and presents. There’s a balloon on the counter too which reads, Practically Prehistoric .
Jacob chuckles, placing a cup of coffee in front of me. He presses a kiss to my cheek, and I catch my mom’s eyes light up.
I know how much she wants me to find someone. While she’s never settled with someone since my dad left, she’s always championed love. Always encouraged me to get out there and find my guy.
I hope one day she does meet someone who is worthy of her because she’s such a fucking amazing person, and anyone would be lucky to have her in their life.
It’s early in the evening when Jacob grabs my hand and leads me into the living room. After having lunch with my mom, we got back to my house where Jacob banished me from going anywhere near the kitchen. So I stayed in the gym until he came to get me.
For the first time in years, I’ve really enjoyed my birthday, and it’s all because of this guy.
With a hand on my chest, he pushes me back onto the couch, then points his finger at me.
“Now wait here. I’ll be right back.” He starts to walk backward, keeping his eyes fixed on me. “Don’t move.”
Once he’s out of sight, I shift to get comfortable, but the sound of his shout from the kitchen causes me to freeze.
“I said don’t move!”
I grin and settle back down on the couch.
A few minutes later, Jacob walks into the living room, holding a delicately decorated cupcake.
It has a lone lit candle, shielded by his palm.
He drops his hand to his side when he’s standing between my knees and begins to sing “Happy Birthday”.
I can’t contain my bashful grin. I’m pretty sure my cheeks are heating with embarrassment.
When the song comes to an end, he holds the cake out in front of me. “Make a wish.”
I close my eyes and make my wish.
Can I keep you when we get home?
I blow out the candle and smile at Jacob. “Is this what you were doing this afternoon?”
He nods. “I baked them this morning and just finished decorating them.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Now sit back.” He pushes my chest so I’m back against the couch before carefully removing the candle and placing it on the coffee table. Then he drops to his knees between my spread thighs. “It’s time for your birthday gift.”
“You’re very bossy today,” I tease.
Placing the cupcake on the floor beside him, he smooths his hands up my thighs to my groin, his teeth digging into his plush bottom lip. My cock takes notice instantly, thickening inside my boxers.
“J…” I say in warning.
His fingers curl into the elastic waistband of my shorts and tug them down my legs, along with my boxers. My hard dick slaps my abdomen. Precome beads at the tip, smearing against my stomach, and it takes everything in me not to take over.
“Shit,” I gasp, gripping the couch cushions to stop myself from grabbing his head. “You’re killing me here.”
“Your thighs,” he says, desire laced in his voice. He runs his hands up the sides of my quads. I shiver as he drags his nails against my skin on the way down. “They’re so thick and solid. I love them.”
My dick twitches, wanting Jacob to love that part of my body rather than my thighs.
His lips quirk. “Impatient, I see.”
Leaning up on his knees, his delicate fingers wrap around the base of my cock.
He pumps his hand up and down my shaft, rolling my foreskin down to expose the swollen mushroom head.
His tongue peeks out to swipe the bead of precome while his eyes remain fixed on mine.
Those blue hues blaze with heat and a mischievous glint.
“Jacob,” I moan when his tongue teases the sensitive glans with another tormenting lick.
He wraps his plush lips around me and sucks on the tip, his tongue teasing the sensitive glans. My head hits the back of the couch, and I actually let out a whine when he releases me.
He snickers, but as I’m about to tell him to keep going, he picks up the cupcake. He scoops up some of the frosting with two fingers, then wraps his other hand around the base of my cock to steady my shaft.
“Fuckkkk!” I grunt as he smears the frosting down the length of my cock.
The muscles in my thighs tremble as he slowly licks the frosting away from root to tip in tantalizing strokes of his tongue.
My body shudders as he takes me into the warm heat of his mouth.
His lips stretch around my cock, taking me in deeper until I hit the back of his throat.
Ecstasy burns through my veins, and my balls tighten.
Jacob’s fingers massage the heavy sac as his head bobs.
There are tears swimming in his eyes from the way he deepthroats my dick like a dream, and he’s the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.
He pulls off with a pop and picks up more cupcake frosting to spread onto my balls before sucking each heavy nut like a starved man.
There’s no way I’m going to last. Nails dig into the juncture of my thighs as he takes me in as far as he can, and I can’t hold back any longer.
“J… I’m gonna come,” I grit out behind clenched teeth in warning.
He hums around my length, sucking harder, and the vibrations trigger my release. He swallows every drop of come, sucking me dry until I’m shaking and disoriented. He releases me with a pop, and I sag into the couch like a deflated balloon.
Jacob stands up, wiping the remnants of my come from the corner of his mouth with his finger and sucking it clean.
“Happy Birthday,” he sings, grinning.
My chest heaves as my lungs go into overtime, working hard to regain my breath. “I’m never gonna be able to look at a cupcake the same way.”
His eyes twinkle in delight. He takes a bite of the cake and then holds it out to me. But it’s not the cake I want.
Instead, I grab his hips and pull him onto my lap. Not caring that my dick is still exposed and sticky from a mix of come, saliva, and frosting.
Gripping his wrists, just like I did that day in London with the ice cream, I bring the remainder of the cake to my mouth and take a large bite, making sure to graze his fingertips with my teeth. His breath hitches, eliciting a groan from deep inside his chest.
“How many of these cakes did you make?” I ask once I finish chewing.
“Twelve.”
I nuzzle my face in the crook of his neck, nibbling and sucking on the delicate skin at the base of his throat. His hand grips my shoulder for support, squeezing the muscle tight as he moans.
“Go get them, then go upstairs and get naked on my bed. I want to eat my cake and devour you as my gift.” I lick his throat to his ear, tugging his lobe between my teeth. “Do you think you can do that for me?”
He nods shakily.
“Good boy,” I growl. “I can’t fucking wait to taste you.”