Chapter 33
Chapter thirty-three
Trey
On Your Knees – Ex Habit
The trip back to my place was met with retellings and exaggerations of the night’s antics.
Give it a rest, guys. I fucking hate it. Hate. It.
“Rocky who?” Chace snorts, raising his beer in salute. “Man dropped faster than my last relationship.”
“Please,” Sam adds, laughing. “That was art. If you’d done that in slow motion, we could’ve sold tickets.”
Logan just shakes his head, grin lazy and proud.
“You scared half the VIP lounge and didn’t even break a sweat. Classic Baker.” Sam snorts. “Though usually, it’s because of some sort of forfeit.”
I don’t say anything. Just slowly nurse my beer and lean back against the couch. The hum of conversation wraps around me—laughter, clinking bottles, the faint thump of music from the speakers.
I hate that my aversion of violence fucked off so quickly.
But…I did it for her. And I’d do it again.
Seraphina moves closer. She’s tucked against me, her small frame curled into my side.
The scent of her hair—vanilla and cherries—hits me all over again.
My arm slides automatically around her, pulling her closer.
Her laughter is soft, quieter than the others, but I feel it in my chest. She’s relaxed now, finally—the tension from the club slowly bleeding away.
When she tilts her head and presses a tentative kiss against my throat, right over the tattoo there, the noise in the room dulls to nothing.
The touch is feather-light, but it burns.
My pulse stutters. I look down just as she pulls back.
Her eyes find mine—steady, searching, lit with something that makes my chest tighten.
“I want to…” she hesitates, lips parting, voice a breath against my skin, “taste you.”
Time stops. Her words hit like a slow current, knocking the air out of me.
Well, I am feeling considerably fucking better about my choices.
The room fades—Mac laughing softly, Logan saying something to Sam—but none of it reaches me. I swallow hard, my hand finding hers.
“Sera…” I whisper her name like a warning and a prayer all at once.
Her gaze doesn’t falter. There’s no fear there now—just desire. Honest, unguarded desire. The kind that cuts right through my defenses. I draw in a shaky breath, thumb brushing the inside of her wrist.
“You don’t have to—”
Shut the fuck up, mouth.
Yeah, shut the fuck up. Cockblocking piece of-
“I know,” she murmurs, eyes glinting in the low light.
And… you fucked it. Great, fine. Cool. Cool. Cool.
“But I want to.”
And… we’re back.
High fives all around, bring it home boys.
The words linger between us. I press my forehead to hers, breathing her in, my voice low enough for only her.
“You’re gonna be the end of me, Dove.”
Her smile ghosts against my lips.
“Will you teach me?”
The room settles into a soft hum.
We’re close with the boys… but… I mean. Nah, that would be crazy, right?
She means she wants you to tell her what to do.
Oh. Cool. Good. Thank fuck. I know I told her I’d let her make her own choices, but the thought of sharing her with anyone makes me want to die.
“Alright, I’m done for the night,” Chace declares, stretching like he owns the place.
Very demure. Mindful.
Don’t drop the fucking ball, Baker.
Logan smirks, looping an arm around Mac’s waist as they head in the direction of their guestroom.
“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” He calls over his shoulder. Mac gives me a knowing glance, playful, teasing, but her smile doesn’t leave her eyes as she whispers to Sera,
“Try not to break him.”
Sam grabs the last bottle of beer from the fridge and hollers,
“Thanks for the memories, Sera, it’s been real. Make sure you keep our little princess in check!”
I don’t reply, just watch as they file away—Mac and Logan laughing, Chace and Sam bantering, their shadows long in the low light of the kitchen.
Then it’s quiet.
Just Sera and me.
My wife.
Her body melts against mine again, settling onto my lap, small hands resting lightly on my chest. The warmth of her is addictive.
The soft glow of the room highlights the flare of her hair, the curve of her jaw, the way her eyes flicker toward me.
I tilt my head, pressing a feather-light kiss to her temple.
“You okay?”
Her lips twitch into a small, almost shy smile.
“Yeah…I am. With you.”
I brush a hand down her back, feeling the soft silk of her dress, then pause, heart skipping as my thumb grazes the smooth skin at her wrist.
“Are you sure I didn’t…scare you back there?” My voice is low, rougher than I mean it to be.
Stop trying to ruin this.
I can’t fucking help it. I care.
She shakes her head, voice soft but steady.
“Not really. Maybe a little…but only because I know how much you care.”
She’s onto us, abort, abort.
I squash the inner voice down, ignoring its trepid warning.
The words themselves hit me, harder than any punch I’ve thrown.
My hand curls over hers, fingers entwining.
I press my forehead to hers, breathing her in, letting the quiet of the house wrap around us.
She leans in, brushing her lips along my neck again, teasing.
I let out a slow breath, voice low and broken.
“You are kind of remarkable, Sera.”
Her hands slide up to my shoulders, a gentle tug, her eyes locking on mine.
“Teach me, husband,” she whispers. “Teach me what you like.”
I catch her gaze, burning, relentless.
Fuck. I fucking love it when she calls me that.
Slowly, I stand, still holding her, and she wraps her legs lightly around my waist as I maneuver us to our bedroom, heading out to the balcony doors.
The cool night air hits us as I push the doors open, a breeze tangling through her hair, the city lights twinkling below.
We step out, the railing cold under my hands, but her body pressed against mine is warm.
I tilt her back just enough to kiss her, tasting the warmth of her lips, letting her respond, let her hunger guide her.
Her hands press into my shoulders, sliding up, down, over the curves of my chest and back, and I can feel her tremble, lost in the press of us.
My own hands roam freely, cupping, holding, memorizing the way she molds against me.
We’re both quiet except for the sound of our breathing, the faint hum of the city below, and the pulse of our own desire.
Her eyes flick to mine, daring me to push further, to teach her what I like.
“Get on your knees, baby,” I demand.
I watch her hesitate, the smallest tremble in her fingers, the heat in her cheeks painting her even more beautiful. She’s leaning toward me, curiosity and desire flickering in those storm grey eyes, and I can feel the pull—the gravity of it, the magnetic thread I can’t resist.
“You want me to teach you?” My voice is low, rough, careful, and she nods, tiny, urgent, full of trust as she lowers herself down, first to one knee, then to two.
Her eyes lift to mine, wide, innocent, and full of heat, waiting for me to guide her, to show her the next step.
I let my shirt slip from my shoulders, the fabric falling open, leaving me bare against the heat between us.
My hand moves up to her jaw, tilting her head slightly, feeling the soft pressure of her skin under my thumb.
Her eyes meet mine, wide and waiting, and my chest tightens at the trust in her gaze.
“Undo my belt, baby…” I murmur, my voice low, almost a growl.
I don’t rush her. I let her take her time, let her feel the power she has over me.
She licks her lips as she fumbles with the buttons on my jeans, slowly tugging them down.
My heart races as she cups me through my boxers, before slowly lowering them too.
My cock, now level with her face, glints in the shallow light coming from the bedroom.
The light reflecting off the silver bars.
My first blow job since I got the piercings and I am so fucking ready for it.
I run a hand through her hair, twisting into a gentle but firm hold.
“Kiss it, Dove. Make it wet.”
Make it wet
Shut the fuck up.
Her cheeks flush, but she follows my instruction, nodding her head, and leaning in, swirling her tongue over the tip, licking up the pre-cum. I moan, my voice deep.
“Good, baby. Now the shaft,”
Don’t neglect the balls.
My pulse races, my abs tightening when she steadies herself.
“With a hand, I want you to gently stroke and caress my balls. Start light, teasing.”
If she grips them and rips them like a Beyblade, I am going to fucking blame you.
She nods and I let her carry out her mission. I lose myself in the feeling of her lips, how her eyes keep flicking up to watch my face.
“Okay, open your mouth wider, use your tongue and suck.”
Jesus fuck. My cock fucking jump when she licks my piercings.
“Fuck, baby. You feel fucking incredible. Do you think you can take some more?” I grit out, voice husky. She hums, the vibration going straight through me. I look down at her on her knees as she takes more of my cock in her mouth, the tip hitting the back of her throat.
“You’re so fucking sexy, baby. Keep your eyes on me. Fuck—”
A string of saliva drips from her mouth.
“You taste good.”
NEW ACHIEVEMENT AND KINK UNLOCKED, “YOU TASTE GOOD.”
She kisses and licks before leaning forward, gently sucking one of my balls into her perfect fucking mouth.
“God, baby…you’re such a good girl. Such a quick learner.” She flushes under my praise.
She opens her mouth in an “o” and sucks the tip past her lips, her head gliding down my shaft and slowly back up, finding a rhythm.
“You want me to take control, baby?” Her grey eyes flick up to mine, pupils blown wide as she nods.
I grip her hair tighter as she hollows her cheeks, taking me deep, the tip of my cock brushing the back of her throat.
Her eyes water, smearing her makeup and it’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.