Chapter 18
Dane
Mornings were now my favorite time of day.
Unless I was pulling my long shift. On the days I was home, waking up with Chip pressed into my side was heaven.
Some days, I would lie there just to listen to his soft little snores while allowing myself the joy of reveling in my good fortune.
Others, like this morning, I came awake to a fine, bright day and a boyfriend who was not only not snoring but rustling about under the covers.
The touch of his warm lips on my cock sent shudders through me. With a grunt, I threw the covers off to expose him to the buttery new sun shining through the windows.
“Woke up hungry, I see,” I said while he settled between my thighs with my stiff prick resting on his tongue. With a swirl over the ruddy head, his gaze locked with mine.
“Did you know that you wake up five days out of seven with an erection that you press into my right buttock?” He fisted the base of my dick, his breath hot and moist as it flowed over my cockhead.
“I did not know that,” I replied, folding my arms behind my head so I could watch him enjoying my cock. We’d joyously discovered Chip loved sucking dick. So much so, he was known to yank down my joggers at random times in random places in my house just so he could suck me off.
“You do. This morning I woke up at 6:10. That’s fifteen minutes before the alarm goes off, which gave me time to realize that your dick was not prodding me in the ass. That goes against our usual morning routine.”
“Sorry. I’ll happily poke your ass now if you want,” I teased, his jade eyes warming as he considered the offer.
“Thank you, but no. I’d like to continue pleasing you orally.
I enjoy how your penis swells in my mouth just before you reach orgasm.
Also, and this may be because you eat an inordinate amount of pineapple, your semen is quite sweet.
” He lapped at a droplet of precum as it appeared, then made a hearty, yummy sound.
My balls tightened. “Also, your water intake is high, so with your hydration levels and love of citrus, having you cum in my mouth is one of the things I love most about our sexual encounters.”
“I’m so glad… ” He fell on my cock then, without warning, easing his lips down to where his fist rested and releasing the base so he could bury his nose in my pubes. “Russell, that’s… ” I wasn’t sure what it was other than divine, so I said that. “Fuck. You’re going to… can you come up here?”
His uh-uh was garbled as he had a mouth filled with dick. “If you come up here, you can get your cock next to mine, and we can come all over ourselves. You like that.”
I liked it too. Chip considered it for a moment.
With a soft shake of his head, he continued showing me why I had crowned him the Oral Sex Master of Rochester.
His hips were now moving in time with his head, bare ass cheeks exposed to the world as he worked himself with his right hand.
It was a toss-up as to who came first. Probably me, as I had stupidly low composure when he was draining me dry.
I floated back down to earth like a maple seed helicoptering to the ground.
Chip, because he did nothing by half measures, cleaned my cock off with his tongue before slithering up over me, his slick prick settling beside my soft one as he captured my mouth with his.
The kiss was deep, his tongue gliding over mine, smearing my spend over my teeth and gums. I placed a hand on the gentle curve of his lower back.
He sighed into the kiss and allowed his full body weight to settle on me.
A sign of trust I treasured. Touch was a funny thing for him, so for him to be so cuddly was huge.
I’d never trade these tender moments of contact for all the money or power in the world.
“I love you,” I whispered when the kiss ended.
He nuzzled his nose into my throat, breathing out, then in, as if trying to inhale me into his lungs.
“You smell good. I wish I could have the smell of you in my nose all day long. That’s impossible, obviously, as most scent molecules only stay in your nasal mucus for a few minutes unless a medical condition is present.
Acute sinusitis can lead to smells remaining in the nose for several weeks,” he said as he buried his face back into my neck to huff more of me into his lungs.
I drew small circles on his back as he rested atop me.
“Once I had a sinus infection that lasted fourteen days. Fourteen days is longer than most viral sinus infections, as they generally run seven to ten days. So, mine was four days longer. Ninety-six hours longer. It felt like much longer as I had a headache and could smell molasses for the entire fourteen days.”
“That’s fascinating,” I replied, my eyes growing droopy.
“Not really. Just a tidbit of medical data.” He pushed back to rest on my thighs.
Curls tumbled, green eyes as lazy as mine, and a flaccid cock that really needed to be kissed back into rigidity.
Maybe I could poke his ass during the second round.
Or he could poke mine. I was game for anything with this man.
“I’d like to make some spiced molasses gingerbread muffins for breakfast.”
“Okay, we can do that—” He bolted from the bed with the glow of inspiration on his handsome face.
Within seconds, he had wiped his tacky belly off on a dirty shirt and pulled on some lounge pants and a Copperheads tee.
Out the door he went, the sound of Sable padding along down the hardwood stairs carrying into me. “Now. Guess we’ll do that now.”
By the time I washed, dressed, stripped the sheets and put clean ones on, Chip had put Sable out in my front yard to piddle and was now gathering ingredients.
“You’re sluggish this morning,” he informed me as I schlepped into the kitchen with a laundry basket of dirty bedding.
“Those should be washed in cold. Cold-water washing conserves electricity by up to eighty cents per load, which adds up to one hundred and sixty dollars a year for a typical household. Where is the flour?”
“Cupboard above the stove. I’ll use cold. I’m sluggish because we went to that party with your teammates at Finn’s and the game went into overtime,” I said as I headed into the laundry room to chuck the dirty sheets into the machine.
“That was not an expected outcome for those two teams, but the result was good for us. Our quest for the cup should be an easy one at the beginning, but as Coach says, any team can win any game on any given night. Statistically speaking, we should be able to easily handle them in the first round of the playoffs by a… ”
Whatever he was saying faded into Chip chatter as the water began to fill the washer. Cold water, obviously. Once the sheets were churning, I joined him in the kitchen, where we made what may have been the most amazing muffins ever.
Chip was going back for his third when a sharp rap on the front door startled us. Who the heck was knocking at my door at eight o’clock on a Monday morning?
“Not a clue,” I said to Chip’s quizzical look as I made my way to the front door from our pig-out station on the sofa. Peeking through the peephole, I saw my mother standing on the step with what looked like a box of donuts.
She grinned at me when the door opened. “Good morning!” She was incredibly chipper today, and it showed in her clothes. Bright spring colors, sunglasses, and a generous amount of lipstick that she only wore when she was going somewhere special. “Hello, Chip!”
“Hello, Mom Rourke,” Chip called from the sofa. Sable woofed hello but stayed with Chip and the muffins. She’d gotten a few nibbles.
“Are those for us?” I asked as I reached for the box. She jerked it away from my greedy fingers.
“No, they’re for Eli. We’re taking a day trip to Niagara Falls.”
“Oh. That’s nice. We’d love to go, but we have plans for the day and—”
“I’m not inviting you, Dane. Eli and I are having a day trip for two.” She stared at me for so long I was beginning to wonder if I had sprouted antennas. “Honestly, you’re so sluggish in the mornings. A date. We’re going to the falls on a date, and these are for the ride.”
“Oh. Oh!” My brain finally put two and two together.
“I know you’re probably upset I’m considering dating someone—”
“Mom, no, I am not upset at all. Dad’s been gone a long time now. Your kids are grown. I bet your house is lonely.”
“It is. And he’s so very nice. And he cooks!” Mom glowed.
“That he does. And yes, Eli is so nice. Have a great time. Text me when you arrive and leave.”
“Yes, son,” she teased, kissed me on the cheek, and scampered over to the next doorway to ring for Eli. I leaned on the doorframe, arms folded, as Eli bounded out of his house in a dark blue sweater, rubber-soled shoes, and a yarmulke with tiny Stars of David on it.
“Good morning, Dane. It’s a lovely day for a drive. I’m sure your mother told you we were going on a date today?” I nodded. “Good. Good. She’s quite a pretty sight, isn’t she?”
Mom blushed.
“That she is,” I said. “Now, listen, young man, I want her home by midnight and no later.”
Eli snorted a laugh. “Young man! Ha! It’s been many years since anyone called me that. No worries, I’ll deliver her safely to her home by your curfew.”
“Please, as if that child can set my curfew,” Mom scoffed before linking her arm with Eli’s. “Come along. We have kosher donuts to eat and a waterfall to get frisky by!”
My eyes flared as the two lovebirds hurried to Mom’s car and rode off into the sunrise.
Chip appeared at my side. He slid his arm around my back and leaned his head on my shoulder. His curls smelled of molasses and gingerbread. Frisky? Hmm, not sure I liked the idea of that so much…
“Your brow is wrinkled,” he whispered before lifting his head to give me a soft peck on the firm lips. “They’ll be fine.”
“I know that, I just don’t want to see her get hurt.” I blew out a breath. I was being overprotective. “Eli is a good man. He’ll treat her respectfully, or he’ll answer to a cop and a firefighter.”
“And a hockey player.” He gave my chin a tender smooch.
Yes, and a hockey player. My hockey player. And didn’t that make me the luckiest smoke eater in this damn city? Why yes. Yes, it did.