“And I’ve already set aside money for that.”
“Well okay Daddy Warbucks, I guess you have everything covered. But fair warning, once you get connected to the internet, you’re going to have the urge to buy a cooling blanket or veggie peeler and it’s just a gateway drug to more shit.”
“And apparently I have a girlfriend now.” I tried to act like everything was normal and she hadn’t removed me from the dating pool with her declaration.
“Yep, one who’s going through a quarterish life crisis.”
“I prefer my women in the middle of a death spiral. It’s easier for them to ignore my red flags.”
“Smart man.” Fancy ran her hand down my chest, stopping when it landed on my penis. It took very little encouragement for my dick to stiffen. “Should I put some music on?”
“No music. I only wanna hear you.”
Fancy tugged on my pants, and I wasted no time stripping down to my birthday suit. Her mouth was warm and when she teased my tip with her tongue, I melted into the couch cushions. Watching her eagerly ease her mouth over my dick was my wildest dreams realized. She traversed the length of me, her slurpy moans of pleasure letting me know she was enjoying this as much as I was. Dick sucking was an art and Fancy was a fucking Basquiat.
Fancy’s throat held the power to erase my mind, any stress or worries from the day dissipated as she stroked my shaft while circling her tongue over the tip. I gathered her hair in my hand to get a better view. Just the sight of her lips around my dick was enough to send me over the edge. Her big fuck me eyes settled on my features searching for confirmation her magic tongue had the intended effect. Tilting her head, she curled her tongue as she slid up and down.
“I think you’re the sexiest when my dick is in your mouth,” I groaned. Leaning over her, I whispered into her ear. “God, you are so good at this.” Pulling off her shirt, I caressed her soft skin. Her moans shifted me into demon time. Standing, I looked down at her on her knees staring at me to make the next move. “Say ahh for me, darling.”
Fancy complied and I slowly moved my hips back and forth, fucking her face. Collecting her hair once more, I guided her over my shaft. The sensation of her tongue running up and down my dick practically dropped me to my knees. “Take that dick, baby. Take all of it.” She tried to accommodate more of me, earning an A for effort.
Her hand dropped to her crotch, and she worked her clit which made me jealous. I wanted to be the one pleasing her. Stepping back, I pulled her to her feet and in one fell swoop, hiked her upward until her thighs were on my shoulders, her feet near my head, and her pussy front and center. Fancy’s squeal at the unexpected position change was followed by a deep moan as I dipped my tongue in her plump lips.
The sounds of her moans were my favorite tune. She released a series of melodic purrs before capturing my dick into her mouth. Her throat seemed to work overtime, reciprocating ever suckle, lick, and kiss of her clit with one of her own. The sensitive skin around my shaft goose pebbled as she teased me with her lips.
“Edison, I’m gonna come. Please —”
“Come with my dick in your mouth. I want your orgasm to echo through me.”
Fancy bobbed for my shaft, sucking it back in. I slapped her ass, and she tumbled into ecstasy. Whimpering and humming against my dick. Her hands went limp, and I hugged her tighter to prevent her from falling. It took everything in me not to explode in her mouth. But I was greedy and wanted more. Releasing her, I gently laid her on the couch. Fancy’s eyes were hooded still riding the wave of her sexual high. I lowered myself on top and was greeted by her wet and juicy center.
My eyes grew wide like I was experiencing sex with Fancy for the first time. Tonight, the act was slower and more intimate because I could see her face and kiss her lips when the moodstruck. She didn’t shy away, latching on to my curious gaze. I loved the way she absentmindedly massaged my body while we made love. Her hand kneading my thigh or caressing my arm with each thrust.
When I was a teenager, this is what I imagined a relationship would be like. Cozy dinners just us two. Silly dancing while the noodles boiled. Lazy days reading a book while music played as a soundtrack. And nights … nights were spent making love, your hips wobbling as you exchanged breaths. And the joy of knowing tomorrow you’d wake up and do it all over again.
While she rocked her hips, I pulled her further underneath me so my dick could sop up all her loving. Fancy pressed her lip to my ear and gave me a play-by-play of how my dick made her feel. How she’d never been this wet before and when I was in her vicinity it was difficult to think about anything else but fucking me. After each sentence, my breathing became more ragged, my hands tugging at her waist.
She nibbled on my ear and coaxed me. “That’s it, baby. It’s all yours. I’m all yours.”
Shuddering over top of her I wedged my hand between us working her clit until she reached her edge and her eyes rolled to the back of her head as we grunted and groaned through our shared ecstasy.
Fancy wrapped her arms around me as her body twitched against mine. I licked the sweat from her neck and face because at this point, I was ready to consume this woman. Resting my face on her chest, I suckled her perfect breasts, sucking each nipple until it was taut. Fancy’s hips were still floating underneath me, practically coercing my dick to come back to life. Grabbing my penis, she slipped me back inside for round two.
Yep, everything I needed was right here.
In the morning,after Edison left, I decided to make use of the newly connected Wi-Fi. I contacted my agent, and she helped me craft a message to be shared with the label and included an offer to be available for a virtual meeting at any time. It was important that Chap wasn’t the only voice they were hearing from. If he and Darla were attempting to cover me in dirt so the label and fans turned on me, I wasn’t going to make it easier for them.
Edison’s bedroom was large while being cozy at the same time. The bed was positioned so it overlooked his beautifully landscaped property. The house and surrounding land were like night and day. Outside was a sanctuary and the interior, aside from the primary bedroom, was very much a work in progress. I cataloged all the little finishes that would make Edison’s place feel more like home.
Because that’s what he was to me, home. It had been years and without missing a beat, he and I fell into our familiar cadence with sex as a bonus feature. Last night I let him know he was mine. Something in me was itching to make things official.And before you start, this doesn’t have anything to do with thefact that my life was a dumpster fire.I didn’t have shit figured out, but I knew who my heart belonged to.
Releasing a big yawn, I plotted out the rest of my day. I could help Edison by taking pictures of some of the items that needed to be posted online for sale. I’d also spied a guitar in one of the rooms, maybe I could work on tuning it. And then I had to get dinner sorted. A text message popped up, interrupting my restless scrolling.
Darla: When can we expect you back in LA?
I was taken aback by the intrusion. One minute you’re looking at pesto chicken recipes and the next your conniving best friend is texting you like she didn’t have a care in the world.And did you catch the WE?Who the fuck was we? Her and Chap? They were a collective now. Not Darla and Chap but WE. I was going to kicktheirasses, individually and as a fucking group. Everyone could get these hands.
Fancy: Did you sleep with Chap?
