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“Oh, is it?” I held up the spatula I was using to mix. The bit of batter still on it slid down. “I didn’t even notice the date.”
“You didn’t notice the date? So, is lingerie and brownies a common activity in our house now?” His voice came right by my ear. I hadn’t heard him move across the floor.
“It got hot,” I countered.
“It’s October in Old Oaks.” His hand trailed over my bare ass, moving up my back until he gripped the back of my neck. “You’re such a bad liar, Bexley.” He untied the apron and threw it on the ground. His hands gripped my waist, and he placed me on the counter. When I looked him over, his usual attire was traded in for a black dress shirt and black slacks.
“How was your class today?” I asked, paying no mind to the game I started. After his needed time in the Sigma house, he moved out and applied for an undergraduate teaching assistant position. He was accepted for their weekend opening, and upon the start of our senior year, we got a new apartment on the other side of town.
“Far less interesting than what I’ve walked in on,” he said as he stuck his finger in the batter.
“They say it’s not good for you to eat raw batter,” I warned as he removed his finger and painted a smear on my collar. He repeated this and painted chocolate on my chest, stomach, and hip. When he finished his art piece, he put his finger in my mouth, and I licked the remainder away.
“Good thing I’m eating you, then,” he warned as he fisted my hair.
His tongue moved over the brownie batter that decorated my skin. I grabbed at his shirt, desperate to undo the buttons and feel him against my skin. He reached my hip and groaned. I slid my hands to his pants and unbuckled his belt. He was more than ready beneath me.
His fingers hooked the sides of my underwear, and he slid them down my legs before putting them in his pocket. He dropped down on his knee and teased my inner thighs. His tongue slid against my center, and I moaned. I missed him so much today.
“Better than any dessert,” he claimed before devouring me. His tongue worked circles over me, slipping in and out. He slid two fingers in as he punished my clit. I cried out continuously, but that never stopped him. He used it to fuel his tortuous pleasure. He kept on the edge of that fall.
“Please, Jai,” I begged. “I wanna come.” He hummed a laugh against me, but he increased his pressure. The orgasm hit me like a train, and my head fell back. “Fuck me,” I cried. He rose from the ground and his shirt fell open more. My eyes moved to his newest tattoo, like they did every time he was shirtless.
A swallow was inked by the bullet wound he received almost a year ago. So much happened in one month, and so much bloomed since that dark night.
He moved his pants out of the way, freeing himself. The piercings gleamed as he moved his hand along his length. “You’re stunning,” I confessed in a sigh.
“Flattery gets you everything, love.” He stepped forward, taking my hips and sliding me off the counter and onto him. “Oh, myfuck,” he moaned. I held onto his shoulders, helpless to whatever his plans were. “Couch, now,” he said as he kissed all over my face.
“No brownies?” I asked with a pout. He looked down at me when we approached the couch.
“Fuck the brownies.” He laid me over the arm and pulled my hips higher. His thrusts landed every time as he played my body the way only he could. “Make it beautiful, Little Swallow.”
The pressure rose in my chest, and the whimpers turned breathless as I climbed higher. “Jaiden!” I screamed as I came and made a wet mess of our new carpet.
“Gods, that never gets old,” he said, giving me that wicked half-grin. He was trouble and would be for the rest of time.
“I love you.”
May 27, 2022: Senior Year
Jai
“Baby, we’re gonna be late!” I called up the stairs. “Mari won’t wait for you either.”
“I’m coming,” Bex called in the distance.
“You will be,” I muttered under my breath. I pulled out my phone and checked the time. We needed to leave in the next ten minutes to make the check-in requirements for the commencement ceremony.
“Okay, I’m ready.” I heard her voice at the top of the stairs, and when I turned around, she stole my breath. She had my soul already, and now she was going to suffocate me. She wore chunky black heels and a sweet black dress. It scooped across her chest with long sleeves. The length hit perfectly against her thighs, and the skirt had a frilly layer peeking out.
“You’re stunning,” I voiced when I could speak again. Her hair was wild and free, like always. The soft features of her face were accentuated by her makeup. I wanted to ruin it immediately.
“Don’t even try it,” she warned like she could read my thoughts.
“What?” I laughed at her tone.
“I know you, Mr. Wells. There will be no ruiningthis,” she declared as she waved her hand in front of her face.
