Chapter 19 #2
Kisses land on my stomach, and then along the top of my thighs, back and forward, teasing me, so I do some teasing myself.
I find the button of his trousers and undo them, pull them down with his boxers, and then I take ownership of his arse.
I use my index finger to caress the top of his crack, and I love how he leans forward as if giving me permission to explore more, so I do.
I use my hand to pull one cheek open and then use my finger to slide down until I find his hole.
I pat it there and Jay moans… and I want more, I want him panting my name until he’s coming undone under me.
“More.”
“Soon, Angel, soon you’ll be mine.” I open the drawer and blindly search for the lube. I squeeze some onto my fingers and warm it up between them, then I’m back at his entrance. I circle it, spreading the liquid, and when I’m satisfied, I breach him with the tip of my finger.
Jay moans against my skin, and then we’re both working to bring the other to the brink of madness. While I finger him, he makes me lose my mind with his skilled mouth. I add another finger when the first one slides easily inside him.
His tongue moves slowly from the base of my shaft to the top, and I slow the rhythm of my fingers to follow his pace.
The slide of his tongue is interrupted by kisses, and when he reaches the top, he flicks the tip of his tongue against the most sensitive part of me.
Then he opens his mouth and engulfs me, still working my tip and sliding down little by little.
The more he takes of me the more I push my finger in, trying to find his prostate.
His hand teases my balls, rolling them between his fingers and bringing me closer to the finish line.
We’re both breathless, but I believe we only have one thing in mind, which is giving pleasure to each other.
He hollows his cheeks and sucks me harder, and I push my fingers in, twisting and scissoring them. Jay lets me go with a pop when I hit his p-spot, and I don’t give him time to recover, I just keep hitting it with every slide in.
Lost in his pleasure, Jay rests his head on my stomach, and I watch how his eyes close in pleasure every time I hit that spot.
“Babe, please, I need you.”
I pull my fingers out and roll him onto his back, then I’m on top of him.
“I’m here, Angel.” I pull a condom from the drawer and put it on, then I focus my attention on Jay. I squeeze more lube onto my fingers, and bring them to his entrance again. I push two in, and on the next stroke, I use three.
It’s a tight fit, but I take Jay in my hands and work him from both ends.
His rushed breaths and his constant moans are a good way to understand what’s giving him more pleasure.
I slide in and out, making sure to hit his prostate every single time. When I can fit three fingers, his cock is vibrating in my hand, so red and ready to come. I let him go, and use the lube on my cock, and when I’m happy, I line myself up with his entrance.
“Angel?”
“Make me yours.”
“You are mine, Angel.” I push in and don’t stop until I’m up to the hilt. I crush my mouth to his to stop him from being too loud.
“You feel so good, Haden.”
“You too.”
I stay still until I’m sure he’s used to me, and then I let the pleasure take me. In and out, in and out, angling myself to hit Jay’s spot, and loving the way he squeezes me every time I hit him right.
The slap of flesh gets louder and louder the faster I slide inside him. I sneak my arms under Jay, and grip his shoulders to stop him from sliding up. He raises his hands to push against the headboard, and wraps his legs around me.
I use my weight to trap him between my body and the mattress. It must be a good thing because his hips begin to move without coordination, and his dick slides against my stomach, smearing precum all over me.
I push his legs open with mine, trying to get inside him a little deeper.
I pound inside him, three, four times, and then he’s biting me on the shoulder to stop himself from shouting his pleasure.
His semen spreads between us, while his body trembles in the aftermath, but I can’t stop.
His arse squeezes me in a stranglehold, making me blind to anything else but finding my own pleasure.
It doesn’t take much, especially when Jay bears down on me, and after three more strokes I’m coming inside him. I crush my teeth together to keep the growls of pleasure inside me.
I rest my head on top of his, waiting for my sight to go back to normal and stop seeing stars.
“Angel, you’re perfect,” I say to Jay, just before sealing my lips to his in a gentle kiss.
“That was amazing.” His last word ends in a yawn.
“Rest, Angel. I’ll take care of everything.”
I pull out of him, cuddle him in my arms, and when he’s asleep, I take care of him and then myself. Once I’m done, I cover him with the duvet and then go out to check on Arianna.
She blinks awake as soon as I reach the crib, so I pull her up and bring her with me to the kitchen. In no time she’s fed, changed, and back in bed.
I spend some time with her, basking in the realisation of how lucky I am to have Arianna with me. I’ve become a different person since I’ve had her in my life.
A better person.
When I’m sure she’s asleep, I go back to the other room, to the other person who makes us a family. To the other person who has changed me for the better.
I join him on the bed and pull him closer to my side. And while he sleeps I make a promise. A promise I have all intentions of seeing through, because he’s given me a gift I can’t ever repay. He’s made Arianna my daughter, and he’s made us a family.
“You saved my family, and now I’m going to help save yours.” I land a kiss on his beautiful curly hair, and I make another promise to him. “You’ll always find a home in me.”
After caring for Arianna this morning and putting her back to sleep at eight a.m., I went back to bed. Jay was waiting there for me, asleep again after trying to get up when the baby started crying. But I took ownership, and tucked him into bed before taking care of my daughter.
The bang of a fist on the door wakes me up, and with me the entire house. Who the fuck it is at nine a.m. on a Saturday morning? It better not be someone trying to sell me something, because I won’t be happy.
I put on some track bottoms and stomp to the door, pulling it open with a face like thunder. I’m not sure who’s more surprised, me at finding my parents on the other side of the door, or them at my aggressive and unwelcoming behaviour.
I should have stayed in bed.
“What are you two doing here?” I don’t have the patience to be civil, not when I’ve just been dragged out of bed, not when my daughter is crying her eyes out because they scared her, and not when the last thing I want is to have to deal with them today.
“Haden?”
Jay’s voice washes over me, bringing back memories of last night, and a desire for a repeat that awakens my body and fills my cock in a flash. I force my mind to think of horrible things but not even my parents’ presence seems to override Jay’s effect.
“My parents are here.”
“Oh.”
I’m not sure if it’s a good kind of oh, or an oh that means why didn’t you tell me they were coming. “They’ve come unannounced.”
Jay doesn’t answer, but instead goes back to attending to Arianna, who’s still crying. His hair is all messy and wild after our lovemaking.
What the fuck are they doing here?
I could be buried inside Jay right now and die happy. Instead, I’m at the door dealing with this shit.
“Back to my question. What are you doing here?”
“We want to see Arianna.”
“You can’t just see her whenever it pleases you.”
“It’s been days, and we’re tired of waiting.”
“You’ll wait until I say so. I don’t want to be ambushed in my house. Not at nine a.m. on a fucking Saturday morning. Not when I’m sleeping.” I’m so full of fucks I could swear for years.
“Boy! Calm down.”
“I’m not a boy, and you are in my fucking house, so you should be the one behaving if you want to gain access to my fucking place.
” The last words are more of a shout than normal conversation.
I’m fucking tired of his patronising behaviour.
“I stopped being your boy when you two tried to kill me because I liked boys. Guess what, I still like boys, and the Lord hasn’t struck me down yet with his fury. ”
A hand lands gently on my back, and I turn my head to find Jay there.
His eyes are on me as if I’m all that matters.
As if I’m m his only focus. The only important thing on this fucked-up morning.
They’re full of understanding and love. I want to read the emotion in his eyes as love, because I believe that is what’s between us.
“This is scaring Arianna.” His words have the immediate effect of calming me down.
I take a few breaths to allow my body to go back to a normal state from the flight or flee one I was in just seconds ago.
My parents don’t talk, but instead they look at me in the same way they always have, with condescending annoyance, because I’m not doing what they want me to do.
I don’t say anything, but I move to the side, leaving the door open in an unspoken invitation to come in. I grip the knob so tightly with the need to slam the door in their faces that it leaves a dent on my palm when I close the door and let go of it.
I rest my forehead on the cold wooden door, begging my body to unlock and my mind to stop sharing memories I don’t want to remember.
Memories of happy times when I was blind to what my parents were, and moments where I met the fury of their beliefs, which surpassed the love they had for their own flesh and blood.
I could never do to Arianna what they did to me. She will always be my daughter, no matter what.
The air in the living room is thick, as if a hurricane is about to swipe us away. They’ve been here only ten minutes, but it feels like eternity.
What was happening inside my head when I agreed to let them in here?