Chapter 61 #2
There, right there, I had gone to my knees and given him my best blowjob amidst construction equipment and electricity wires. We had all our first times here together.
I can’t help a filthy grin. This is a shag pad.
He dangles a set of keys in front of me, a silver guitar hanging from the keychain.
It looks just like the Fender I threw off the cliffs at Arc.
“For you.”
“So we’re really doing this?”
“I think the question should rather be, how could we not do this?”
He’s right. At the moment, only our jobs are separating us. Apart from that, we are together 24/7.
“How about we bless the new house?”
I kick off my flipflops, dropping my corduroy shorts within seconds.
Before Yosh can react I place my hands flat on the kitchen island and hoist myself up, my bare ass landing on his precious spotless countertop.
Yosh lets out a scandalised gasp before my mouth shuts him up. He lifts me up, legs instinctively wrapping around him.
“Does the tour take us to the bedroom next?”
“Nothing’s changed there,” he whispers as he’s already carrying me there. “But… if you insist...”
“Oh, I insist. Pretty sure something’s changed in the dynamic department since my last sleepover.”
He huffs out a laugh, twirling me around so he can bump open the door.
“Is that a complaint or feedback?”
“An upgrade. Five stars. Highly recommend.”
By the time I’m done talking, my back had already hit the mattress. He lays me down like I’m breakable, which is funny, considering what we usually do in here.
This is home. Where the sheets feel familiar soft and cool against my skin, smelling like his organic laundry detergent and a little bit like him. Suddenly he becomes blurry through my eyes.
When he dives into my neck to cover me with kisses, I use the moment to blink like the wings of a hummingbird.
It’s okay, though. Each day my heart still beats and feels is a day I’m grateful for.
Yosh’s kisses on my collarbone burn hot against my skin. He trails down, nuzzling through my chest hair, kissing and licking my hardening nipple.
Electricity shoots through me as his mouth moves lower, to my sternum. Suddenly he’s on the stone that still hangs against my chest, kissing it softly.
“Should I take it off? I promised I’d give it back to you.”
He looks up from below, our eyes locking. Mine unsure, his certain.
“Keep wearing it. One of these days we’ll bury it on the beach.”
“Okay… uh, why?”
“It’s a way to—” he gestures with his fingers, searching for the right words, “leave energies behind so we can move on.”
He keeps kissing his way across my chest, blessing every rib with his mouth.
“You mean a clean slate?”
The last word melts into a moan as he reaches the fuzz just below my navel.
“Something like that,” he murmurs. “It served its purpose. Please, baby, let’s not waste time talking ab—”
I drag him up to my mouth before he can finish, my tongue hauling him back inside fast an greedy. He laughs into the kiss, then crawls higher, settling between my legs exactly where he belongs.
The hard press of his thickened cock against me turns into a frantic, hungry grind as we devour each other, rolling, fighting for dominance in that stupid little game we both pretend we’re not obsessed with.
We both love getting pinned, so there are times when it’s less passion and more a stubborn contest about who caves first.
“I can tell you’ve been starving.” Yosh groans against my mouth, lips still chasing mine even when I pull back just enough to look at him.
“Love, you have no idea. I was going insane, I’ve never been so long…”
The words get stuck somewhere in my throat.
I want us to flip 180 and rail him into oblivion and past that. To feel his tight, experienced hole clench around me and milk every last bit of sanity out of my body. The thought alone, combined with the way we’re grinding like two horny teenagers pushes heat hard and fast to my balls.
I have seconds. Maybe less.
You know what?
Fuck all of it.
I get my hand between us and wrap it around both of our lengths.
Feeling him pressed against me is enough to send me over the edge. A few warm, frantic strokes and my release is already building.
It tears out of me in short, helpless pulses, spilling hot across my chest as my vision flares white.
Yosh pulls back just enough to look down. His breath shudders, pupils blown wide. He rises to his knees, tossing his hair back like a fucking god before lining himself up with my parted lips.
He coats my face, my hair, my mouth. I taste all the bitterness of him on the tip of my tongue.
Yosh drops face first beside me onto the mattress. I keep staring at the ceiling with my eyes open wide.
“Sorry, couldn’t stop myself from doing a Callie Coconut.” Our new code for premature ejaculation.
Yosh chuckles into the pillow. I laugh too, even though I’m still catching my breath.
He looks at me with soft, satisfied eyes, swiping his finger over the mess on my face.
I catch his wrist, sucking his finger into my mouth.
He groans. I stay hard.
“I’m going to take a shower,” I say, moving carefully off the bed.
His ensuite bathroom is finished now too. I step inside, taking a good look around.
Black slate tiles and a bonsai on the cabinet with rolled-up anthracite towels.
Neat spa vibes. I’m only missing the sauna. We can build one outside if he wants.
I turn on the faucet, the cold water from the rain shower washing the heat and the evidence off me. I soap myself with the bamboo shower foam I find on the windowsill. I lather my chest and work over the rest of my body.
My dick is still pointing at the ceiling. I tap it once against the glass panel because I’m a childish motherfucker.
He was right. I’ve been starving, and my appetite is nowhere near satisfied.
So I get out of the shower fast and dry myself on the way back to the bedroom.
I find Yosh lying on his stomach, the side of his face resting on his folded arms, feet dangling in the air. Seeing him this careless makes me the happiest.
He told me the new meds Erin put him on are a blessing. Said his PTSD had been steady for years, but after he got drugged at SeaBreeze and after everything that happened at Heatherfell with Jay, he has been on edge again.
He’d tried to soften it so I would'nt feel guilty. Did not work. I’d cried beside him once I knew he was asleep.
I will never fully understand, but I know enough to see flares of anxiety coming.
Mostly on normal days, because normal feels too good to trust.
Maybe one day he’ll talk, but I’m not pushing him.
And I’m not sure I’m doing it right, but lately I’ve been looking back at our early conversations from a different angle. Not from when I was the one digging into my past, but from the version where I’d watch him talk.
When I replay those moments, I don’t hear my own answers anymore. I hear the questions he’d asked. And maybe I can use some of that to be there for him the way he’s been there for me.
I fold my arms and look at every shape and curve of his relaxed body. The observation comes with a crooked smile.
“Hey, gorgeous,” I tell him as I settle between his legs. I catch his hips, trailing a line of soft kisses from the small of his back to exactly where I want to be.
A soft hum of contentment. “I love you, Sapphire.”
“Love you too.”
I kiss and bite the skin at his tailbone. “God, you’re so beautiful, Yosh. And you’re mine. Completely.”
I lower myself and eat him out, my mouth working over his entrance, sucking softly and dipping the tip of my tongue through the tightness.
I live for the way he reacts to it, the desperate noises he makes, the way he squirms under my hands like he can’t decide whether to twist away or press back into me.
I make him so wet with the slow flicks of my tongue that I don’t need anything when I slide my fingers in.
It doesn’t take long before he’s begging to be filled.
It doesn’t take long for me to do exactly that.
I don’t want it to be fast. I don’t want it to be frantic or messy. I lay flat over his back, my hips rolling slow, stealing soft kisses between his shoulder blades.
He moves with me, pushing back eagerly with every slow push of my cock inside.
There's no need to rush because we’re not doing this to take the edge off. We’ve already done that.
We end up fucking for at least half an hour. He has me shivering as if gripped by a cold fever more than once, and there are plenty of almosts.
We pause when we need to, start again when the intensity settles. We talk through it, love through it, and when it all gets too much and I start swearing, we breathe through it together.
By the time we give each other permission, it feels like a fucking out-of-body experience.
He promises more tantra soon, and that we’ll take our time with it.
I murmur okay and drift off to sleep, still buried in his perfect ass, holding him in the perfect spoon. Inside this perfect house, on this perfect island.