24. Close Your Mouth, Honey,I’ll Find A Use For It
Close Your Mouth, Honey, Or I’ll Find A Use For It
Missy
‘Okay, honey. Go wash your hands, please.’
Jonah jumps up and runs to the bathroom as I carry our bowls of pasta to the table when there’s a knock at the door. A knock that makes my stomach flip over, and my kitty get ahead of herself.
What is he doing here at this time?
It’s been two weeks since Christmas and five days since Nick came down to the shop and convinced me to let him help. It’s not that I didn’t want his help or that I have trouble accepting help normally, but I’m trying to keep the lines very clear. We only just made friends, and then pretty soon after that, we agreed to sleep together, and, yes, that makes things a little blurry, but having him help me in the shop in the middle of the night felt very much more than friends. He stayed over that night, but I’ve kept a little distance since then.
Opening the door, already knowing it’s him from the way he knocks, I try to prepare myself for the attack of his face on my senses, but it’s no good, goddammit . He’s standing there in black sweatpants and a grey hoody, a grocery bag full of what appears to be snacks in his arms, and a smile a mile wide on his face. A smile, I might add, that is bright enough to rival the moon and hot enough to melt my panties right off.
‘Hey.’ He beams, and I raise my eyebrows.
‘What are you doin’ here?’
‘Our show is on tonight, a double episode. You want to watch?’
I laugh and shake my head.
‘You are an addict. You know that, right?’ He nods, yes. ‘Have you had dinner?’
‘No, I was just going to eat popcorn.’
Turning, I walk into my kitchen, leaving the door open and him standing there.
‘Well, come in then.’
‘ Nick .’
Jonah runs to him as I serve him up some pasta, and he puts the bag on the counter.
‘Hey, little man. ’
My heart flutters at the way Jonah wraps his arms around Nick’s legs and Nick ruffles my baby’s hair. They seem to have genuine affection for each other, and it scares me a little.
‘Jonah, show Nick to the table, please,’ I say, and my son grins.
‘Is he staying for dinner?’
‘Yes, baby, he is.’
Taking Nick’s hand, Jonah leads him to the table, and I follow, carrying his bowl. Sweet Lord, baby Jesus, that ass… his back looks as good as his front.
We sit, Nick next to Jonah and me opposite. I hand him the bowl and cutlery and he thanks me before digging in.
‘Oh, that’s good, thanks, Missy.’ He nods, and I smile softly.
‘You’re welcome.’
‘Mama cooks the best food.’ Jonah says, raising his fork, and my smile widens.
‘Well, you haven’t had a whole lot of other people cook for you to compare, baby, but thank you.’
‘Why are you here?’
‘Jonah, swallow your food before you talk.’
Nick swallows his before answering.
‘Your mama and I started watching a TV show together, and there are two new episodes on tonight, so I thought we could watch it later.’
‘Can I watch?’
‘No, Jonah, it’s grown-up TV, and it’s on way after your bedtime.’
‘So why are you here now?’ Jonah questions and Nick tilts his head, apparently realizing for the first time that he is hours early for Chopped .
‘Would you prefer I left?’
‘No.’ Jonah looks horrified, and Nick smiles.
‘I guess I thought if I came early, I’d get to hang out with you for a bit, too.’ Jonah beams up at him, and Nick leans in close to whisper, ‘I also hoped your mom would feed me some of this pasta. I could smell it from the hallway.’
Jonah giggles, and I shake my head.
‘Eat up, you two.’
Dinner was nice. I was a happy observer as Jonah and Nick talked and laughed while they ate. Nick told Jonah about all the animals he has staying at the clinic right now and who he had in today and Jonah told Nick all about his adventures with Bowie and how it had been going back to school after Christmas.
As I leave Jonah playing in the shower and find Nick putting away the dishes he must have just washed, I inhale so very shakily. This feels like more than it’s supposed to.
‘What are you doing, friend?’ I say as I round the counter, and he smiles back at me.
‘Don’t do it.’ He sasses, smirking, and I shrug.
‘What?’
‘I can see your little cogs turning. You’re overthinking, freaking out that this is too domesticated. I'm just pulling my weight. You fed me. I cleaned up, simple as that.’ My lips part, and he stares at me, amusement in his eyes as he steps close, leaning in to talk close to my ear. ‘Close your mouth, honey, or I’ll find a use for it.’
My mouth closes, and I press my lips together as heat washes over me, and he laughs, passing me to move to the sofa. I want that. I want him to find a use for my mouth, and suddenly, I can’t wait to get my boy to sleep.
‘Oh my god, they’re actually gonna bang on TV.’
I stare at the screen, wide-eyed. We’re on the second episode of the night, and Kandi managed to get her spot in Jordan’s cabin. There are a couple of mixed-sex pairings now, but these are the first to get a little freaky.
‘That is a lot of heavy breathin’,’ Nick muses, and I laugh. He’s right. They are really going at it on those night vision cameras .
As Jordan reaches into the side table drawer and pulls up the blanket to hide them from the cameras, I know things just got really interesting.
‘I love this show.’
Nick laughs, and I turn to look at him.
‘Thank you for letting me hang out tonight.’
‘You didn’t give us a lot of choice.’ I raise one eyebrow, and he smirks.
‘I know. I’m sorry. Truth is, it’s my brother’s birthday today, and I just didn’t want to be alone.’
I knew he’d lost a brother. I haven’t got into the details of it, but knowing that, and knowing he doesn’t really see his family, tells me he’d have been sad and alone if he hadn’t come over here.
‘I’m sorry, Nick, and it’s fine, really. Jonah loves seeing you, and I guess I don’t mind hanging out either.’ I roll my eyes playfully, and he laughs.
‘I really like hanging out.’ He reaches up to push my hair behind my ear, and this feels nice, too nice… abort, abort!
‘So, I was thinking about what you said earlier.’ He furrows his brow, and I move from the sofa, standing between his knees and slowly lowering to mine. He inhales deeply, and I smile. ‘About finding a use for my mouth.’
‘Missy,’ his voice is an exhale as he reaches down to cup my cheek, and I tuck my fingers into the waistband of his sweatpants, noting there’s only one waistband — he went commando.
Pulling down as he lifts his ass, I’m thrilled when his hard dick springs free and comes to rest on his stomach. Arousal dampens my underwear, and excitement floods my veins. My blood rushes, my stomach clenches, and as I lower my head to press my lips to his bare thigh, I realize I’m a little nervous.
I want this to be good for him. He’s gone down on me multiple times. His thick fingers have made me hear colors, and his dick, this beautiful, thick, hard example of perfection right in front of my eyes, has stretched me, sank deep into me, and rewritten all the sexual experiences of my past into mere fumbles. Nothing I’ve had before compares with what this man does to my body, and regardless of how casual this thing is, I want to be that for him.
‘You don’t have to,’ he says softly, sensing my hesitation, and I shake my head.
‘I want to. I really want to I just— I want it to be good for you.’
My vulnerability is reflected back at me in his eyes, and he leans forward, cupping my cheeks in his hands and gazing into my eyes.
‘Missy, everything with you is better than anything that came before.’
Shit. I’m in trouble .
Needing to break the eye contact, and the moment we’re in, I reach up and push him back before wrapping my fingers around his cock. The hiss that he sucks in between his teeth is satisfying, and I start to stroke the hard length and velvety soft skin, tracing the underside of his shaft lightly with my thumbnail.
‘Miss,’ he groans my name, and it fills me up. I raise my gaze to meet his hungry stare and lower my head to kiss the side of his cock. Nick’s hips buck gently, and I know he needs more.
Licking my lips, I take the thick head into my mouth, slowly circling with my tongue before releasing him into my hand and lapping up the precum beading on the tip.
‘You’re going to kill me,’ he moans, his voice low, and I giggle, giddy and excited to have him at my mercy.
‘Not until I’m done with you,’ I promise, then sink my mouth onto him, taking him as deep as I can, wrapping my fist around the base to make up the difference.
Sucking Nick’s beautiful cock is my new favorite thing. I bob my head up and down in time with the twist of my hand, sucking and licking, kissing and savoring while he groans and breathes hard beneath me.
‘Missy.’ His fingers thread into my hair, and I work a little harder, faster, knowing he’s close and wanting to taste him, to swallow him down and make him a part of me, even if only for tonight. ‘Baby, I’m gonna come.’
Good, that’s what I want. I don’t ease up. As his body tenses, his fingers tighten in my hair, and his groans become louder and more intense, I fuck him relentlessly with my mouth and hand. A determination to make his toes curl drives me on, and I squeeze my thighs together as the slickness soaking my boxers spreads to my thighs, and Nick sucks in heavy pants.
‘Fuck, that’s good.’ He sighs, and I look up once more to meet his lustful gaze before his eyes squeeze shut. ‘Fuck.’ He curses as he tenses, grips his fingers into my hair, and comes in my mouth. I swallow instinctively as he breathes hard beneath me, and I swallow again, working him down until he relaxes his grip and his body softens.
‘Get up here,’ he growls, then grabs me and pulls me up onto the sofa so I’m straddling his waist. ‘Boxers off, honey.’ He pushes me to the side, so I fall to the sofa, laughing until he pulls off his shirt and pulls up his sweatpants.
‘My god, you look good,’ I say without meaning to, and he smiles.
‘And you look like my favorite meal.’ He reaches up and yanks down my underwear, clearly frustrated that I’m taking too long.
‘Nick, your dick is in no way ready to fuck me.’ I laugh as he kneels between my legs.
‘Missy, I could smell your fuckin’ arousal while my dick was in your mouth. If you think I’m not going to eat you like a midnight snack, you’re very much mistaken.’
I swallow at the intensity of his gaze as he pushes his hands up my thighs and spreads them wide.
‘You’re so fuckin’ beautiful like this.’
He’s staring at my kitty when he talks, so I think he’s talking to her, but as he lowers his head and the mouth I know can work wonders, I don’t give a fuck.
Casual. We’re just casual.