Chapter 15 #2
He licks his lips, squeezing some icing onto my nipples, and I’m cackling. Shoving me into the counter, he sighs while lapping the frosting off of me.
And, of course, the feeling wears down every bit of control I was holding on to.
Within a matter of seconds, he’s up on the counter, naked, legs spread wide, with me pumping in between them.
My hips work steadily, thrusting my cock in and out of his warm, tight ass, until we’re both falling apart in mutually debilitating orgasms, together. Sugar on our lips while we kiss through groans and grunts of salaciously sweet pleasure.
“I fucking love you…” he pants to me, arching up into the feelings. Up to me, because he’s mine. “God, I love you.”
“I love you so much, sweet boy. My always and forever.”
Once we’re cleaned up, Jesse goes back to his task, and I stay away, so as not to distract him anymore. I linger outside, on our deck overlooking the ocean, while the sun sets before my eyes. It’s a tranquil vibe, lulling me into a trance.
By the time I come back inside, Jesse is done. And as ridiculous as the little cookie penises are, I’m impressed. They look awesome. Though, I’d expect nothing less. The kid is very talented.
“Let’s go to dinner,” he says on a breath, removing his apron and tossing it aside. “All the sex and baking worked up my appetite… for food.” He smirks.
“Sounds like a plan, baby.” I pat him on the butt.
We get dressed and head out to one of our favorite restaurants right on the water. We live walking distance from the resort we stayed in when we first came here for vacation last year, so we usually end up over there, at the beach and the cool spots they have for lunch or dinner.
At the restaurant, we’re seated at our usual table by the waiter who loves us, Al. But when we sit down, my jaw clenches… Because I realize that the intruders, Blake and Kenneth, are seated at the table right next to us.
“Oh, hi!” Jesse waves at them, wearing a polite smile.
“Hey, gorgeous,” Blake, the younger one, says to Jesse, standing up and kissing both of his cheeks.
It has my fist tightening by my side.
We don’t know them well enough for this… I mean, gorgeous?? Cheek kisses?? Come on.
Blake and Kenneth seem to have a similar age gap between them that Jesse and I have. Though, if I were to guess, I’d say Kenneth is close to fifty, and Blake is probably around twenty-five.
Even so, I don’t think that makes us friends, just because we’re both gay couples with a difference in age. Definitely not enough for them to be kissing my man…
Kenneth does the same, and when they turn to me, I’m certainly not hiding my scowl. Jesse elbows me and I grunt, moving in closer, so they can kiss my cheeks, too. A gesture I don’t reciprocate.
“I’m glad I ran into you guys!” Jesse says animatedly, picking up the container of cookies he brought along, I guess for this exact reason. “I made these for you.”
Blake accepts the container, opening it up. He and Kenneth take one look inside, and burst into a cheerful shriek of laughter that grates in my ears like nails on a chalkboard.
“These are so precious!” Blake squeals.
“Gingerbread dicks.” Kenneth beams. “How creative!”
Blake hugs onto Jesse, and I’m foaming at the mouth. “Thank you so much, sweetheart!”
As they pull apart, Jesse’s cheeks are flushed. My jealous rage is turning up the heat inside my skin.
“I just figured… it’s Christmas.” Jesse rubs the back of his neck.
“A lovely gift.” Kenneth touches his arm, and I’m literal seconds from ripping Jesse away from them. “So thoughtful.”
“Let’s push our tables together!” Blake suggests with excitement.
“I don’t think—” I begin to decline, but Jesse shoots me a look that obviously says, stop being such a grumpy hermit.
I can almost hear him saying it.
Letting out a sigh, I fight not to roll my eyes while changing gears, mumbling, “Sure. Sounds fun.”
Jesse smiles gratefully at me, sliding his fingers through mine.
For him. I’m doing this for him.
Anything to make him smile.
The guys shove our tables together while Jesse squeezes my hand, reminding me that it isn’t a big deal. They’re just trying to be nice…
And even if they wanted to sleep with Jesse, or both of us, that doesn’t mean they get to. We spend all of our time alone together. What’s the harm in having dinner with some new people? Just this once.
Al comes by and takes our drink order. I get a beer, but Blake and Kenneth order some elaborate tropical drinks, then aim eager gazes at Jesse, like they’re expecting him to get something similar.
The kid doesn’t really drink… I mean, in the States, he’s too young.
But those rules don’t apply here. Still, he’s not a big drinker, and neither am I, though I like to keep a few beers in the fridge, because I genuinely like them.
“Um… I’ll have the same,” Jesse says, ordering what Blake and Kenneth are having, and they both cheer.
Lord, this is testing me.
I’m not sure why I’m so resistant to all of this. I don’t think it has much to do with Jesse, per se. Well, I’m sure it does, in a sense, because I’m jealous and possessive as fuck. But even back home, I was a loner. I rarely ever hung out with friends.
One of the many reasons my last relationship didn’t work… I hate going out and being social.
I’d much rather just be with Jesse.
And he’s the same way. At least, he always has been. But I can’t blame him for wanting to interact with other people on occasion.
So I just keep reminding myself this is good for him, while our drinks are delivered, and we order food.
Blake and Kenneth raise their glasses. “Here’s to a tropical Christmas,” Kenneth says.
“With our sexy new friends,” Blake adds, winking in our direction.
I chew the inside of my cheek, following Jesse’s lead, lifting my glass to clink with them.
“So… any big Christmas plans?” Kenneth asks us.
Jesse and I share a look. He bites his lip, then says, “We usually just hang out at home and exchange gifts.”
I rub his shoulder lovingly. “He’s being modest. He loves Christmas. Plans out elaborate meals and surprises…”
I give him a little grin, and he lights up. It takes away my frustrations just a tad. I can’t wait to spend our holiday anniversary with him.
“Ooh, that sounds fun,” Blake says, leaning in on the table. “So you’re really just a little chef, huh?”
Jesse chuckles humbly.
“Seriously… more than just gingerbread dicks on the menu?” Kenneth asks, amused.
“Hell yea,” Jesse says. “I’ve got a whole ass menu prepared.”
Blake and Kenneth laugh, clearly impressed. Which they should be, because he’s awesome.
“Do you work in a restaurant?” Kenneth asks Jesse.
“No,” he murmurs timidly, fiddling with his glass. “No, I just like to cook…”
“Not yet,” I cut in, and he peeks at me. “But he easily could. He could run his own restaurant if he wanted to.”
Jesse stifles an illuminated smile. “Maybe someday…”
“You will, baby,” I tell him softly, confidence lining my tone. “I fully believe you can do whatever you want. I mean, we know you can…”
He lets out an adorable little chuckle while giving me some major swoon eyes.
Unfortunately, I forgot we’re not alone.
“Awww!” Blake cries. “That’s so sweet! You two really are adorable together.” He tilts his drink in my direction while speaking to Jesse. “He’s so supportive of you. You’re lucky.” His eyes flit to Kenneth. “This one doesn’t always support my passions…”
Kenneth rolls his eyes. “That’s because your passions are creating an OnlyFans and seeking out endless partners for content.”
Jesse, who was taking a sip, spits into his drink, immediately coughing hysterically as I rub his back, all the while eyeing the two dudes across the table.
I knew this was coming…
Blake argues with his partner. “Don’t act like you don’t enjoy the research.”
The food arrives, as the perfect distraction from this increasingly awkward topic of conversation. Not a fan of where that was going…
As usual, the food here is delicious, so we eat joyfully while making slightly more casual small talk. The guys tell us about what they actually do, outside of recording themselves sleeping with other guys, that is. And it surprises absolutely no one to find out that Kenneth is rich.
Like, very rich.
“I was a broker on Wall Street,” he tells us.
“But after my second health scare, I decided the stress was just too much. The money wasn’t worth my life.
So now I spend most of my time traveling with this one.
” He juts his thumb in Blake’s direction.
“Collecting art, hosting benefits, investing… Things like that.”
“Sounds fun,” Jesse says with a polite smile, and I watch him closely, wondering if he thinks that’s a better life than what we have here.
Does he want more? Is he… unsatisfied??
God, I hate this. I hate being in my head all the time. It’s exhausting.
“Sort of similar to what you guys are doing, right?” Blake asks, looking between us. My forehead lines. “Jesse told us the other day that you’re in early retirement mode right now. You sold your business and whatnot…”
I look at Jesse, and he gives me a timid smirk. He really just told them all about our lives, huh?
“Yea, it’s a little different,” I grumble. “But… sort of. I’m sure I’ll need to do something else, but at least we have time to relax for a while.”
The guys smile along and nod, though who knows if they’re really grasping what I’m saying. I think more than anything, they’re checking us out and trying to gauge whether we’d be interested in sleeping with them.
Look, I’m not saying they’re unattractive… Sure, I’ve never found any man other than Jesse sexually attractive, but objectively, these two are certainly good-looking.
But still. It’ll be a non-negotiable no. I have no interest in sharing Jesse, or myself.
I’m good, thanks.