“Okay.”
“Fuck, just like that, baby.” His eyes flutter closed and I know he’s close.
“Let me see you,” I beg.
He flips the camera around and angles it toward his cock. He’s huge and hard. A slight curve to the left and thick in his palm. His tip glistens, his hand wrapped tight, stroking with purpose. He’s leaking, the swollen head flushed dark and wet, and I feel my orgasm coil fast in my pelvis, sharp and dizzying.
He’s watching me. Watchingmewatchinghim. And then I see it—that perfect, electric moment when his body tenses and jerks, cum spilling down his fist and onto his stomach and thighs.
It’s enough. I gasp his name and come, thighs shaking, breath catching on a moan I barely manage to swallow. It’s the hardest I’ve ever comebecause of how I feel—because of him, ofus, of everything unsaid between the lines of what was said.
I work my clit slower, chasing the tremors down as he lets out a long, shaky sigh, jerking himself one last time before collapsing back against his pillow. His heavy cock rests against his stomach, and then he spins the camera around to show hisface. His eyelids are heavy; lips parted like he’s still catching his breath.
“I’ll see you before the game tomorrow. Remember what you agreed to. This is the last night we’re spending apart. We’re doing this. You and me.”
I nod, unable to trust my voice. My body’s still humming, my mind still spinning from everything we just said.
“I’ll see you then,” I whisper, and the screen goes dark.
And I’m left in the quiet, my chest aching in the most beautiful, terrifying way.
Chapter 34 – Brianna
One month later…?
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“Ugh. I can’t get it right,” Sawyer says.
I wipe sweat from my forehead with the back of my hand and jog toward the volleyball that’s just rolled under Sawyer’s brand-new trampoline. It’s the same one that Seth and I spent an entire Saturday installing while bickering over instruction manuals and laughing through mosquito bites a few weeks ago.
Sure, it was a mundane task, something simple and domestic, but it reminded me of the Greys, and the thousands of other married couples who get to do completely ordinary, everyday tasks together and find the romance in them. And that’s exactly what we’d done.
When the sun had dipped low and the air turned heavy with humidity, we found ourselves out back with the instructions and some tools. One thing led to another, and suddenly we were hooking up on top of the new trampoline. Let me just say... buoyancy? Seriously underrated. I think back on that evening under the trees…
“Just like that. Fuck, baby. Look at you taking me so well. Look how turned on you are. Your pretty little pussy all flushed and pink for me. That’s it—throw it back. Fuck. Just like that. And this ass…”He slides a hand over my hip, fingers finding the butt plug he’d slipped inside me that morning.“Dammit. Taking that plug so well. You like that, don’t you?”
He’d toyed with it, a low groan leaving his throat.
“That’s good. Get yourself nice and open for me. I’m going to need it later when I fit my cock in here. Do you think the neighbors are watching? I hope they see the way your pussy milks my cum. The way it keeps it just for you.”
I hadn’t realized how much I needed a little bounce in my life until I was gripping the mesh frame, legs wrapped around him, both of us breathless and laughing between kisses and thrusts. It was a little more difficult than I expected—keeping our rhythm steady with all the give beneath us—but we figured it out. And most importantly it was fun. Messy. Imperfect. Absolutely unforgettable. A first for me and him. And later that night, he took my ass just like he’d promised. With care, slowly, another first for me. And one that I know won’t be the last.
That’s what I’ve always wanted. To turn quiet, everyday moments like building a trampoline, folding laundry, fixing a leak, and raking leaves into something sacred and sexy simply because we get to do it together. Working side by side towardsome shared, household goal, no matter how small it might seem to the outside world.
That thought changed my entire perspective about what Seth and I were building and had me looking at him differently. Not just as someone I was falling for, but someone that I couldbuild a lifewith. Live with. Wake up beside on a sleepy Sunday morning and argue about paint swatches and who’s going to take the dog out to pee.
Because that's what we've been doing. We haven't made it official at work yet, but we told Sawyer. We had to—keeping it from her was getting impossible and neither of us wanted to lie. By the time we sat her down in the backyard, the new dog Seth bought her sprawled between us, she'd already rolled her eyes and told us she knew because she has eyes,duh.
“You’re not sucking. You’re just tired,” I say, stooping down to grab the stray ball. “We should take a break. This heat is brutal today.”
“But Coach said I need to keep practicing if I want to start next game.”
I tuck the ball under my arm and shake my head, watching her from across the lawn. It’s been over an hour since I picked her up from after-school practice, and we’ve been out here in the backyard ever since working on digs and drops while the crockpot simmers chicken and roasted vegetables inside.
Seth had an away game last night. The head trainer didn’t need me to travel for this one, so I offered to stay back. It gave me the chance to watch Sawyer and gave Seth one less thing to worry about—like childcare or school pickups or whether she’d miss a quiz because she’d be on the road. He was also more than happy knowing I’d be in his bed without him. A little too happy,honestly. Then jealous when he realized he wouldn’t be there to enjoy it.
He’s due home sometime late tonight, long after Sawyer’s bedtime, and I already know what he’d say to her if he were here instead.
