Chapter 6
Chapter Six
Brandon
Robbie drops back on the couch, eyes falling closed after finally getting Lahna to sleep. She’s going through a clingy stage where she only wants him, and I know it’s draining, but he’s never once gotten frustrated with her.
He’s a thousand times better dad than I’ll ever be.
I move to part his knees and kneel between them.
“You okay?”
He hums, eyes still closed, so I move my hands slowly up his meaty thighs.
“How about now?”
Robbie’s blue eyes ping open and meet mine. “That’s very, very okay.”
I smugly note the way his dick is coming alive under his thin gym shorts and slide my hands further north, tickling the top of his inner thighs.
Robbie’s exhale is long and raw.
“Need me to look after you?” I ask.
“Uh-huh. I’ve been working so hard lately.”
He really has. While our house is brand-new and the perfect size for us, the land is still wild. He’s been building gardens and reading up on irrigation and building a chicken house, all with a two-year-old in tow.
I’ve been booked solid with work, which is a massive privilege, but it means I’m chained to my computer while he does all the grunt work, and the days when I work from the office I have set up in Hartford, he’s left to handle everything at home.
“Just relax,” I tell him. “I’ve got you, Robdog.”
Robbie spreads his legs wider, and I reach for the waistband to pull his shorts and briefs off. His monster dick is hard and resting against his hip, waiting for me to take care of it.
“Fuck,” I breathe. “You are so goddamn sexy.”
He gives himself a lazy stroke. “I need your mouth.”
It’s like he can read my mind. I lean forward and stretch my lips around his girth, moaning at the feel of him on my tongue.
If there’s one thing I’ll never get sick of, it’s the taste of my husband when he’s needy for me.
I wrap my tongue around his tip, then stroke the underside of his head, right in the spot where it’s most sensitive, waiting for that delicious hitch in his breathing.
The shaky inhale is music to my ears.
“That’s it, Brando,” he rasps. “Suck me good, baby.”
I tighten the suction, my own dick hardening at the feel of him on my tongue.
Robbie and I have had sex more times than I can count.
Fast and hard, slow and loving, every position, every surface, even throwing a bunch of role-play in there as well, but every time is as intoxicating as the first. That first kiss, the first touch, the way he stole my breath and my heart, and he never gave them back.
I’ve never met a man as wholesomely pure as he is. As unapologetically him. He loves life, he loves me, he loves our daughter.
And I’m so fucking lucky I get to be the one he spends his life with.
I suck him further into my mouth, getting his shaft nice and wet, taking my time to make it feel good for him.
I’ll get him off, but I want to make sure he enjoys it as much as he can first. Taking care of him is something I love most, knowing I’m draining the tension from his muscles, easing the ache of a long day’s work, thanking him for being the best man he knows how to be.
I reach up to play with his balls as I wrap my other hand around the base of his dick. It’s taken a lot of practice to swallow him, but unless I want to spend tomorrow at work with a rough voice, I have to skip that tonight.
Robbie gasps as his cockhead nudges the back of my throat and wraps a big hand around my hair.
He holds tight, tilting his hips and rocking gently into my mouth.
Spit is dribbling down the length of him, pooling in his balls and making it easier to jerk him off as I work him hard with my mouth.
The precum and the way his balls pull tight in my palm clues me in to him getting close.
“Brando … Jesus. Fuck. I love your mouth. So good at that, baby, so, so good.”
He’s almost there, and fuck, I’m not far off either. I won’t come until he touches me, so I keep my hands on him and suck like a man on a mission. The scent of sex is heavy in my nose, and his grunts accompany every thrust, getting him closer, needier.
His long groan is full of relief as his dick jerks in my mouth. It pulses with every spurt that hits my tongue, and I drink him down, hard as a fucking rock at his taste.
Once he’s done, he tugs me up onto the couch and pins me beneath him.
He pulls my cock out, stares deep into my eyes, and jerks me hard and fast.
“I love you,” he whispers.
He never fails to tell me. Every day, multiple times, the words pass his lips, but it’s his eyes that get me. That show me that he means every word.
I pull him down into a kiss. Long and slow, tongues tangling with the deepest kind of affection.
I don’t want to think about what life would have been like if I had never met Robbie, but thank fuck he decided he wanted to experiment with a guy, and thank fuck I was brave enough to follow him on this journey.
His hand is warm, rough from all the yard work he’s been doing, and he’s got the most perfectly firm grip as he works me closer to finishing.
I sink into the feeling, stop resisting, just waiting for the high to hit, and when it does, it’s addictive. My cum coats my abs, and Robbie strokes me through it, waiting for me to be done.
Our kisses slow as I breathe heavily into his mouth.
“Needed that,” he whispers.
“I could tell.”
“You always can.” He nibbles his way along my chin. “Do you think it’s weird?”
“What?”
“That somehow we lucked the fuck out and found someone completely perfect for us. Or, at least, you’re perfect for me. I hope I am for you.”
I adore him. “Don’t get humble now, big guy. You know you’re perfect. For me. In general …”
“I’ve seen the shit Chad and Bailey went through and what Zeke and Charles faced too. And it’s weird. Like, they had to fight to be together. They had to work through shit. With us … I dunno. We just work. Do you think it’s weird we haven’t had any big issues?”
“Nope. I’m glad we haven’t. I think that being fraternity brothers for so long helps. We already went through our learning to communicate stage. I mean, fuck. We shared the pledge hall all freshman year; after that, it wasn’t possible to have secrets.”
“True.”
I tilt his face up so we’re eye to eye. “That doesn’t bother you, does it?”
“Fuck no.”
“Good. Because when it comes to us, I have no complaints at all.”
“Even though I’m not working?”
I shake my head. “I like that it isn’t something you need to do. You and Lahna are so close. It’s amazing.”
Something shifts behind his eyes.
“What is it?”
“Well … we always talked about two, right?”
Excitement lights me up. “You’re ready for that?”
“If you are.”
“Looks like we’re making our little family four.”