Chapter 23
JAYDEN
“They’re so cute, though.”
Eyes closed, I groan. “Stop. Please don’t call my balls cute.”
Stella is stretched out on the bed between my legs, my dick in one hand, my balls in the other. She’s been licking and sucking me and generally making me lose my mind.
“I’m sorry you don’t appreciate my low-hanging humour,” she says.
I choke, laying my arm across my eyes. “Jesus.”
She licks down the shaft, lifting it up and slides her tongue over my balls. “I’m sorry about what happened to you. Hang in there, buddies.”
I can’t laugh. My cock is on fire. Maybe I’ll laugh later.
“I see you’re standing firm.” She opens her mouth and sucks one testicle inside.
Tingles build at the base of my spine. I don’t even care if she’s making bad jokes about my junk.
She sucks on the other testicle with greedy pleasure, then resumes her attention to the head of my cock, swirling her tongue around, making small sounds of enjoyment My skin tingles everywhere and my thighs tense and ease.
Pressure grows, heat spirals, and then pleasure slams into me, electricity pouring into my body.
Sensation sizzles up my spine as my balls squeeze and my cock surges into her hot, wet mouth.
“Ahhh fuuuck.”
She releases me and drops her forehead to my thigh. We’re both panting. My body is quivering and spent. Then she climbs up besides me and drops down in a heap. I reach out and lay my hand on her back, my vision still black.
“I think you deserve a spanking for all that,” I mumble.
“What? I swallowed, and you want to spank me?”
“Not that.” I huff out a laugh. “The bad scrotum jokes.”
“Oh. But I was admiring you.”
“Mmmm. Okay.”
Long moments later, she says, “I have to go.”
“Yeah.” I roll toward her and prop my head on my elbow. I touch her face. “I wish you didn’t have to.”
“I know.”
“I want to spend the night with you. Sleep with you. All night.”
“I would like that, too.” Her eyes are big and luminous. “Unless you’re a bed hog. Or a covers hog. Or you snore really loudly.”
“I am none of those things.” I stroke her cheek with my knuckles. “But I thought you like to sleep on the diagonal.”
“Oh. Sometimes. That’s mostly because of Betty.”
“Ah. How about snoring?”
“She does snore. It’s a pug thing.”
I crack up. “I meant you.”
“No. But sometimes, I do like to wear an eye mask.”
“I can handle that.”
“Do you like the room cool or warm at night?”
“Definitely cool.”
She lifts her chin. “Okay, me too. It might work.” The teasing curve of her lips makes me smile. “Maybe I could get up early. I only live a couple of blocks away. Unless that would bother you…?”
Heat radiates through my chest and I smile like a fool. “I would love you to bother me.”
Two nights later, dinner’s all ready to put in the oven: a sheet pan dinner of chicken, sweet potatoes and broccoli. I have a bottle of pinot noir ready to open and a bowl of—ugh—olives and some mixed nuts to snack on before dinner. I rub my hands, waiting for Stella to arrive.
When she arrives, she’s without Betty.
“Where’s your dog?” I ask.
“I’m happy to see you, too.”
“Sorry.” I shut the condo door, pull her into my arms and kiss her until we’re both breathless. “I am happy to see you.”
“Me too.” Her eyelashes flutter. “I didn’t bring Betty.”
“You could have.” I glance down at Frank, quivering with excitement at our feet. “Frank is disappointed.”
“He doesn’t look disappointed.” She crouches to give him some attention. “I’m sorry, buddy. I wasn’t sure if Betty was invited.”
“She’s always invited. But Frank will survive.” I take her jacket and hang it in the closet then usher her into the living room. “Wine?”
“Oh, that would be nice.”
She follows me to the kitchen and perches on a stool while I open the wine and pour two glasses. I’m not much of a wine drinker but what the hell. I pass the glass over to her and take in her face. “You look tired.”
“I am.” She sighs. “I didn’t sleep much last night and… I have cramps.”
“Ah. Shark week, huh?”
She chokes on a laugh. “Yes.”
“Do you need Midol? Advil? A heating pad?”
“Oh God, a heating pad would be amazing right now.”
“I got you.” I run upstairs to grab the microwavable bag I sometimes use for sore muscles. After warming it for a couple of minutes, I beckon her over to the sofa. She stretches out with her feet on the coffee table and I carefully arrange the warm bag on her abdomen. “Okay?”
“Yes.” She sighs. “That feels nice.” She sips her wine.
I turn on the fireplace then fetch the olives and nuts, also turning on the oven to preheat.
She looks at the olives, then at me. “Have you had a change of heart about olives?”
“Ugh. No. Those are for you.”
She blinks and rubs her fingertips over her lips. “Thank you.”
“How was your day?”
We talk about her work and my practice and our dogs while we sip wine and munch snacks. When the oven beeps, I go slide the pan in and set the timer.
“What’s for dinner?” she asks.
“Chicken, sweet potatoes and broccoli.”
“Yum.”
“If it sounds too healthy for you, I can add some rice.”
“No, it sounds good.”
“How’re your cramps?” I slip my hand under the bag and gently press my palm to her belly.
“The heat helps.” She smiles.
“Do you get bad cramps?”
“Yeah. I always have. It’s so annoying. It was better when I was on the pill.”
I nod. We’ve been using condoms but she did share she’s not on other birth control right now. “Maybe you should go back on it?”
She lifts one shoulder. “Yeah. I was thinking about that.” She bites her lip, then sips her wine.
It’s her body. Her decision. I’m not going to push it. But it would be amazing to do away with condoms. So I just nod.
She proclaims the chicken delicious and asks about the barbecue sauce that’s on it.
“I get it at Granville Island Market. It’s local.”
“It’s really good.”
I send her back to the couch with a re-warmed bag while I quickly do the dishes, then join her, pulling her into my arms. With just a couple of lamps on, the city lights sparkle outside the floor-to-ceiling windows and the fire flickers warmly.
I tilt her chin up to kiss her. “I don’t like it that you’re in pain.”
“I’m okay.”
We kiss again, her mouth soft and sweet and lush, our tongues sliding together.
“You know what else helps with cramps?” I murmur.
“Um… what?”
“Orgasms.”
A little laugh puffs out of her. “Oh.”
“Seriously.” I kiss her softly again. “It releases endorphins. And, uh, relaxes your muscles. I think.”
“That sounds plausible.”
“You doubt me?” I draw back. “Is that a challenge?”
Her eyes widen.
“Because I’ll do it.” I kiss her again, deeper, licking inside her mouth.
She lets out a soft moan that goes straight to my dick.
I nip at her lips then press a string of kisses down her cheek and her neck to the neckline of her sweater.
I suck gently on the delicate skin at her throat where her pulse beats.
Then I gather the bottom of her sweater in both hands and lift it up.
It’s loose and comes off over her head easily.
I gaze down at her and trace a fingertip between her breasts.
She’s wearing a black bralette edged with lace.
I brush my fingertips over one edge. “This is pretty. Are your breasts sore?”
She nods. Her bottom lip is full and pouty and wet, her eyes heavy-lidded.
“I’ll be gentle.” I tug one of the soft, stretchy cups aside and bend to take her nipple between my lips.
Her breathy sigh floats over my head as I gently suck and tug at the tender tip, then move to the other one. Lust punches through my stomach and my dick thickens. I push the thin straps down her arms to free both beauties and continue to nibble and lick and suck.
“Oh my God,” she whispers.
I ease a hand inside her soft, stretchy leggings, pushing beneath her panties, brushing over the soft curls. She tenses.
“Jayden…”
“I know. It’s okay.” I cup her pussy. She’s warm in my palm. Warm and velvety. I hold her for a moment like that as I nuzzle her gorgeous cleavage. “Do I need to get lube?”
“I…”
Her thighs are pressed together.
“Relax, baby. Relax.” The tension eases a bit from her thighs. I use my fingers to part her pussy lips and encounter slick heat. “Nope. Don’t need lube.”
“Jayden, this…”
I kiss her mouth. “Relax. Does it feel good?”
“Oh God, yes, but…”
I lick her plump bottom lip. “Let me do this.”
I slick up her wetness and circle my fingers over her swollen clit.
She whimpers.
“Spread your legs, beautiful. That’s it.” I rub her sensitive nub. Her entire body is quivering, her breath choppy. “Oh yeah. That’s it.”
She makes needy little noises, her pelvis lifting. I suck on a nipple again and then her back arches, she cries out, and her clit pulses against my fingertips.
“Oh yeah.” I keep my fingers moving until she grabs my wrist.
“Oh God. Oh God.”
I smile in satisfaction and withdraw my hand from her clothes. “That was perfect. You’re perfect.”
“You’re…” Her voice trails off.
“I know.”
Her eyes are closed but her lips quirk up into a smile. I give her one more kiss.
“What about you?” she murmurs.
“What about me?”
“Do you want me to suck you off?”
“No. I mean, I would love that, but not tonight. You’re hurting.”
“But…” She lays her hand over my throbbing cock inside my jeans.
“I’ll survive. Or… I’ll do it myself.”
Her eyes flutter open. “Now?”
“Do you want me to?”
Her nod is quick.
I’m only too happy to unzip my fly and pull out my aching dick. I push the sides of my jeans apart and tug up my shirt. “Christ,” I mutter. “You make me so hard. So horny.” I lean back into the couch cushions and grip myself.
Heat rushes through my body as I slide my hand up and down, rotating my palm over the head a few times. “Fuck, that feels good.”
I glance at her and she’s watching with avid eyes, sprawled boneless next to me, her tits spilling from the bralette. The sight of her only makes me harder. I shove my hand into my jeans, pushing them and my boxer briefs down my hips, so I can cup my balls.
“Look how tight your balls are,” Stella whispers.
My thighs tense and try to spread apart in my jeans. “Ungh.” I move my hand faster. My head drops back and I close my eyes. “Ahhhhh.”
My orgasm explodes in my groin, heat and pressure splintering and flying.
Electric jolts rock my entire body and I let out a long, guttural groan as I come, my abs contracting and my hips lifting involuntarily.
My hand grows slick and wet on my shaft, and I squeeze tighter and massage the wet, sensitive head with my other hand.
I languish for a moment, panting, then grab for the tissues on the table and clean up.
“That was hot.” Stella trails her fingertips over my lower stomach.
“Fucking hot.” I let out a long exhalation. “How are your cramps?”
“Cramps? What cramps?”
I smile. “Good.”