Chapter 30
Chapter Thirty
CASH
My face still hurts a little a week later. I feel it as soon as I wake up. Actually, I think I slept on it wrong, making it throb, and that’s why I’m awake. I’m rarely awake before Onyx, and I’m looking right at him when I open my eyes.
He’s sprawled out beside me on the floor of Lie’s shrine-to-dicks room. He’s naked and rolled his way out of the blankets, which doesn’t surprise me. He’s rarely under the blankets all night. Onyx runs hot.
Having a clear view of his sexy body, I think that’s pretty accurate that he internally runs hot when he’s so sexy.
Onyx isn’t, like, ridiculously fit. I’m not sure he does anything to create that kind of muscle.
But he’s thin. His arms and chest are a little more toned than the rest of him.
I’m not sure if it’s because his drumsticks are heavy or the constant repetitive use of his upper body muscles from drumming.
His cock is half hard, leaning against his thigh.
My fingers twitch to touch it, but I refuse to when he’s asleep.
I don’t think he’d care, but it feels weird without him being awake and having him give me permission.
I don’t buy into the idea that I own his body and he owns mine now that we’re together.
I’m still my own person, and he’s his. His body is his. Even, and especially, while asleep.
Still, I do touch him. I rest my hand along his ribs and then over his sternum so I can feel his heart under my hand.
Onyx hasn’t left my side for the past week since Benson hit me. I wouldn’t have thought we’d be doing anything different from how we were already living, but I guess there were more times when we were apart than there are now.
I love his presence in my life. I keep waiting for it to get suffocating or to need some space, but I never feel that way. I can’t get enough of Onyx. He’s just… my dream.
So many times, people will tell you that once they get with their crush, they’d built up this unrealistic ideal in their head, and the real thing is a ridiculous disappointment.
That’s not the case with Onyx. Maybe because I never had to build up a romanticized version of Onyx.
He wasn’t someone I crushed on from afar.
He was right there with me every day. In my house.
Hanging with my family. Including me in his play with my brother.
He was never a stranger who I watched at a distance. He was an integral part of my life since the moment we met as kids. There was no need to exaggerate the man Onyx is. He’s far better than anything I could have come up with anyway.
For a while, I stare at him sleeping. One of his arms is over his head. The other is on his bent leg. His eyelids flutter while he sleeps. His hair is wild on his head, his facial hair growing out. I’m not sure if it’s on purpose, but it’s super sexy.
His hand covers mine, and I smile.
“You awake before me this morning,” he murmurs, pretty blue eyes opening to meet mine.
“I think I slept on my eye,” I tell him.
His smile lessens. “Need an ibuprofen?”
“Eh. I’ll get one when I get up. I didn’t want to stop looking at you yet.”
Onyx smiles again. “Like what you see, do you?”
“Definitely. You’re the hottest person on Kala.”
He huffs in amusement.
“No, really. I can say that with confidence. I see hundreds of people every day taking tours. No one is as hot as you are.”
“You want me to suck your dick this morning? Is that why all the compliments?”
“Noooo. I was thinking I wanted to suck your dick this morning.”
“Ah.” His hand over mine guides my touch down to his dick. Then he lets me go. “Have at it, my love. You can suck my dick whenever you want.”
“That’s so generous of you,” I tease.
Onyx smiles. His beautiful eyes remain on mine as I slowly, lazily stroke him.
I haven’t listened to much of the book Lie downloaded on my phone yet.
I haven’t had an opportunity to do so. But I remember all the tips and lengthy detailed instructions he’s given me so I slide toward Onyx and climb between his legs.
His hand touches my cheek with so much tenderness that I close my eyes. “You feel okay to do this?”
Sighing, I lean into his touch. “I’m not broken, Onyx. I’m a little sore, but I’m fine. Promise.”
“You said you need an ibuprofen,” he reminds me.
“I do, but I’m fine. I want to suck your cock. It’s magnificent.”
Onyx chuckles. He takes his hand away and brings it over his head with the other one.
I’ve only sucked his dick like… four times.
It’s not that I’ve been stingy with it. I am self-conscious about my lack of skill.
But we do so many other things, too. He sucks me.
He fingers me. We take turns eating asses.
Sucking nipples and licking each other’s bodies.
Rub our dicks together and all over each other.
Then there’s penetration itself, and Onyx can bend me in all kinds of positions. It gets better literally every time, and I can’t get enough.
So yeah. I haven’t done a lot of sucking. Maybe I’ve been working on finding the confidence to do so. I’m not sure I have it this time, but I love Onyx’s dick. It’s seriously magnificent. If I could write songs, I’d write one about his perfect dick. I bet Lie would help me do it.
The thought makes me smile, and I bring my mouth to his cockhead. I flick the tip of my tongue against his slit. He’s smooth and slightly damp. The hint of tangy funk in my mouth tells me he’s already into it.
I keep his cock in my fist, holding him upright like a flagpole.
For a few minutes, I use only my tongue and lick all over him.
Sometimes in patterns, up and down, around his crown, against his slit.
I follow his veins for a minute, moving my fingers out of the way so I don’t miss even a centimeter.
It isn’t until Onyx moans that I remember I’m supposed to be sucking his dick.
Not playing with his cock like it’s a toy.
So I do just that. I put him in my mouth and awkwardly bob on his cock, alternating between sucking and just moving him between my lips with my tongue firmly against the bottom of him.
Onyx continues to make wonderful moaning noises as I move over his cock. I’m not sure there’s much talent or skill involved. I’m winging it.
I must be doing okay because his hand rests on the back of my head. He doesn’t try to move me in one direction or another. It feels like encouragement. Like he’s enjoying it. His hips rise, and I think he’s getting close.
“Cash,” he moans. “Unless you want to swallow, you need to back off.”
Oh no. I’m swallowing. Granted, I think I’ve choked every time I’ve tried to swallow. He doesn’t just dribble his orgasms. He shoots like a water pistol, and I think it hits the back of my throat. That’s why I choke.
I bear down, sucking with a bit more concentration. His hand tightens on my head, and I let him take control so he’ll get off. He’s always gentle with me. Especially now, when he’s concerned about my bruised and banged-up face.
It doesn’t stop him from fucking into my mouth, though. Not deeply. Not rough. Enough to get off, and this time, I only choke a little. I think I’m getting better. Maybe not better in my skills, but better at not choking on his spunk.
I honestly don’t care what anyone says. Cum does not taste good. I’ll never not swallow his load, but yeah, it’s not my favorite thing.
Onyx pulls me up his body by a handful of my hair. There’s something arousing about the sting it creates. I feel it shiver down my spine.
“You want me to call you Daddy again, don’t you?” I gasp right before his mouth crashes against mine. He moves my body over his and grips my cock in his hand. I grunt into his mouth as he jerks me.
Usually, I can lie motionless for him to do with me as he wants.
But not in this position. Not with his hand gripping my hair tightly in his fist and my dick trapped in his other fist. My hips rock on their own, shoving my dick through his tight hand.
Whiny animal noises come out of my throat and straight into Onyx’s mouth as my orgasm takes hold.
Holy fuck. I’m going to come right now.
It shudders through me like an earthquake. I don’t have the force that Onyx does. I’ve gotten off far too much for my cum to shoot from me like his does. Maybe it’s a little more aggressive than a dribble, but I would wager a guess that it’s not by much.
His grip slowly loosens in my hair and around my cock until I’m limp over his body, my load spread between us like the filling between two cookies.
“So, does that mean you like being called Daddy?” I ask between pants.
Onyx huffs. He doesn’t answer. I’m guessing he doesn’t really know any more than I know if I’m serious about calling him Daddy. It just comes out sometimes when we’re fooling around. Mostly when his dick is in me, but there are other times.
My alarm goes off, and Onyx jerks. “God, I hate that sound.”
Laughing, I stretch to reach my phone and hit the off button. I sigh, letting my body go limp on top of him again. His fingers trail through my hair soothingly. I could probably fall asleep again.
“Ready to get up?” Onyx asks.
He never lets me be late for work. Not that I would be. I’d have far too much anxiety to let that happen.
Onyx gets up, carrying me with him. I grin. It’s so nice having a strong boyfriend. However, we barely fit into the shower we use in the small bathroom across the hall. It feels like the walls close in around us.
I haven’t been back to my house since Benson hit me. Onyx did one day while I was at work to grab me some of my clothes and a few other things I asked him to pick up. So I have clean clothes spread between Lie’s penis room and Onyx’s bedroom.
Lie is still asleep when we leave, so I send him a text on the way out the door.
Interestingly, the talk around the island has nothing to do with me and Onyx. It’s all about Benson hitting me and Onyx beating the fuck out of him. I haven’t seen my brother, but from what I’ve heard, the quip ‘you should see the other guy’ is very true in this case. I’m not even sorry.
I am surprised that no one suspects that Onyx and I are together. Which means that Benson hasn’t repeated that he saw us kissing. Everything I’ve been asked about is Benson. Onyx is a hero. He’s the knight in shining armor protecting me from my brother.
I’m a little amazed by how much I want to set people right. He isn’t just a good guy defending me from someone he’s watched lose his grip on reality for almost a decade. He’s my boyfriend. Mine. I get to call him mine.
But I don’t. I hate attention on me. I hate how people look at me and whisper about me.
It would take nothing more than us holding hands or something, but we don’t.
Onyx leans down and whispers, “Have a good day. I love you.”
That’s when I look around and realize that I’ve been caught up in my thoughts. We’re at the tour docks. I sigh and meet his eyes. “I love you.”
He smiles. “I’ll see you this afternoon.”
I nod. I love that this is private between us. But maybe I’m more ready for the world to know than I realize.