CHAPTER 54 – ANTONIO
I feel so weightless that I can almost see my skeleton leaving my body, continuing on and leaving me behind like a jelly-legged cartoon character.
The water is still pouring, and I shut it off.
Then I rest my head against Caspian’s chest, trying to realize what just happened.
I feel like my whole body had an orgasm. Is that a thing? I’m going to google it. There must be publications on systemic neurological responses. Maybe even an archive I can access?
“Let’s get you a towel,” Caspian says softly.
That’s when I notice red marks on his chest.
Four of them.
“Did I do that?” I ask, horrified. “Did I bite you? I didn’t—I didn’t realize.”
“Aren’t Labubus famous for their sharp teeth?” Caspian teases, reaching for a towel. “It’s okay, baby.”
He drapes the towel over my shoulders and touches one of the marks.
“It was actually very hot.”
My gaze drops from the bite marks to his erection.
I fling the towel aside like a superhero ready to save the day.
“You need to come too.”
He picks up the towel and puts it right back around me.
“I’ll survive.”
“This is not about survival,” I say, trying to sound like a seasoned seducer but ending up coughing. “This is about pleasure.”
I take him in my hand, and he groans.
I immediately let go, like I’d touched a live wire.
“I’m sorry! I grabbed you like you were a—like a handle.”
He laughs.
“I love the random things that come out of your mouth.”
“They’re called words.”
“I groaned, because it felt good.”
“Oh. In that case.”
I wrap my hand around him again, brushing my thumb over the tip where drops of precum glisten.
My mouth waters. I look at him.
“I want—can I?”
The words don’t make much sense but he understands.
“Yes, baby. You can.”
I get down on my knees.
I don’t mind the cold tiles, because the second I get him in my mouth, the world rights itself.
I let out a moan, and Caspian curses.
He thrusts into my mouth—slightly deeper this time.
“I’m not going to last… fuck—”
He comes with a surprised gasp, the cum pooling in my mouth. I swallow every drop, wanting to keep every part of him I can.
When he’s done, I stay there, savoring the salt and the heat and the bliss, until he gently lifts me up.
I make an involuntary sound of protest.
“You can continue later,” he promises. “Everything okay? How are your knees?”
“Who cares about my knees? I feel like a sex wizard, Caspian. I made you come in record time. I should have a trophy!”
My stomach rumbles. Loudly.
“I think my sex wizard is hungry,” Caspian says dryly, hanging up the towels.
“You’re definitely a wizard, though. I’m under your spell.”
“I truly am a marvel.”
“What would you like to eat?”
“A sandwich you make for me,” I decide, yawning as the adrenaline drains away. “While I lie on your bed and recover from the emotional labor of being your boyfriend and a sex wizard.”
“You should rest,” he says earnestly.
He shouldn’t indulge me like this.
I love that he does.
He guides me to the bed and tucks the blanket around me like I’m precious, fragile, and in urgent need of professional bubble wrapping.
He kisses my nose, my forehead, then my mouth.
When he slips downstairs, I’m smiling like a fool.
Being loved, seen, and cherished by Caspian Stone has that effect.
I’m almost asleep when the doorbell rings.
“No need to come down yet!” Caspian calls, which obviously means I am already halfway down the stairs.
Cole Hudson stands at the door holding two gourmet sandwiches.
Next to him, a small boy peers up at me with curious green eyes. Noah.
“Oh!” Cole says when he notices me. His cheeks turn pink. “You’re probably wondering why I’m holding these sandwiches.”
He pauses.
“Well. Caspian invited me over to admire them. Because he made them himself from scratch.”
Caspian groans.
Noah frowns.
“Daddy, that is a lie. We bought them from Mr. Grigg.”
I’m trying not to laugh.
“That’s true, buddy, we did,” Cole admits sheepishly. “After Caspian called me in a sandwich panic.”
“I wouldn’t say panic,” Caspian interjects.
“A crisis,” Cole corrects, earning an indignant huff from Caspian.
He pulls me close, his hand resting at the small of my back.
“This is Antonio,” he says. He sounds so proud. “My boyfriend.”
“Antonio, this is Noah. He’s going to be seventy-five soon,” he continues solemnly.
“Not seventy-five!” Noah giggles. “Five!”
He shows me five fingers as proof. Then his cute little face scrunches with concern.
“Where does it hurt the most?” he whispers.
“What?”
“Uncle Caspian told Daddy you’re so beautiful it hurts,” Noah explains, stepping closer to examine me. “Is it like a tummy ache?”
“It doesn’t hurt like that,” I mumble, flustered.
Noah nods, satisfied.
Then his face lights up.
“I get to carry the rings!”
Silence. Caspian turns crimson.
Cole winces.
“Okay, Noah, it’s past bedtime,” he says quickly. “We should go.”
“No!” Noah protests. “Uncle Caspian promised! He said I can carry the rings when he marries Tonio!”
Cole herds him toward the door, mouthing sorry, and then they’re gone.
It’s just us.
The sandwiches, the silence, and my wedding planner boyfriend.
He stares at his feet, looking shy, nervous, and completely exposed.
I love him. I love him so incredibly much.
“Caspian,” I say softly.
He makes a strangled sound—half-groan, half-proposal, maybe.
I take the sandwiches from his hands and set them on the counter.
Then I kiss him as gently as I can.
“Ti amo,” I whisper.
His breath stutters. I take his hand.
“Come on. Let’s eat those sandwiches you made me from scratch.”