RoomHate
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He leaned in to kiss me then said, “I love you both very much. That night, I realized how foolish it was that I hadn’t said those words. But the truth is, it almost felt unnatural to announce it, because it’s not like I’d just recently fallen in love with you. It’s something that’s been there for years. I never stopped loving you. There may have been times when I tried to hate you, but even then, I never stopped loving you.”
“I never stopped loving you, either. It was wrong of me to just assume that you didn’t love me because you didn’t say it.”
He wriggled his brows. “You know what they say about assuming things…”
“You end up in a porno theater watching anal?” I chuckled.
“Good girl. That is correct.” He winked.
Having gotten no sleep since Bea’s ordeal began, I was quickly losing steam. The three of us turned in early for the night. Putting Bea back into the crib alone tonight was just not something I was ready for yet. Instead, she slept right in between Justin and me—her parents. I could definitely get used to that.
We had one more day with him—the day after Christmas. Then, Justin would be leaving us again, flying out of New York to London.
***
It felt like a dream to wake up to the smell of Justin’s coffee fusion brewing in the kitchen.
Bea was still sleeping when I went downstairs and snuck up behind him, looping my arms underneath his. My braless chest pressed through my nightgown into his broad back. We both gazed out at the frigid waves rolling through the wintry ocean. I was already pining for summer, not only because of the balmy weather, but because Justin would be home with us by then.
He turned around and covered my mouth with a hungry kiss. Now that my nerves had calmed down over Bea, my sexual desire was slowly escalating to a normal level. Justin’s hair was sticking up in all directions, and a small beard was growing out. As it scratched my face in a pleasurable way, I felt wetness between my legs. Pressing my body into his erection, I took a deep breath in, savoring his masculine smell that was mixed with the aroma of the percolating coffee.
I wanted him more than I wanted my morning cup of Joe, and that was saying something. Surviving the next few months without him wasn’t going to be easy, but at least, I knew now where things stood between us. He stopped kissing me and caressed my face, looking like he had something on his mind.
“I have a couple of questions for you,” he said.
“Okay…”
“I was thinking…I would love it if you and Bea could come to the last show in the spring. It’ll be in New York, won’t be too far for you to travel. I can book you a flight if you don’t want to drive. Then, we can all come home together in my car. It would be nice if you could at least see me on the big stage once before it’s over. What do you think? We could get noise reducing headphones for her if it’s too loud.”
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world. I’ve been thinking that I should at least get to see you on tour for one show. New York would be the perfect location.”
“Good. I’ll make all the arrangements.”
“What’s the other question?”
“What are the chances I could fuck you raw on that counter before she wakes up?”
I hesitated. I wanted him so badly, but my period had just come this morning. I was never comfortable doing the deed on the heaviest day of my cycle.
“I really want that right now, but…”
Disappointment flashed across his face. “What?”
“I stabbed myself…pretty heavily.”
Shutting his eyes in disappointment, he grumbled, “Shit. I need you so badly right now.” He looked down at the ground then up at me. “I don’t mind…if you don’t. I’ll stab you so good myself, you won’t even think about the other wound.”
As much as I wanted to, I just couldn’t.
I pulled on the edge of his pants, taking a peek at the rock hard erection inside. “I have a better idea.”
“Oh yeah?”
Dropping to my knees, I slowly undid the string of his navy pajama pants.
Leaning his elbows back against the counter, Justin bent his head back and surrendered without argument, except to laugh under his breath as he said, “Or…we could do this. Fuck. Yeah.”
Admiring the cut V of his lower abs and the thin line of hair that ran down the middle, I said, “I’ve always wanted to go down on you. That time we left the porno theater, remember that? I couldn’t have you back then, but I fantasized that whole night about sucking you off.”
He massaged my hair. “I’ll never forget that night. It was so damn hot to see you getting turned on during that movie. I wanted nothing more than to lift you on top of me and fuck that pretty little pink pussy right in the little red theater. I wanted you so fucking badly that night, so much it hurt. Almost as much as I want you now.”
His breath hitched when I took his cock out. I opened wide and wrapped my lips around it. He let out a hot, throaty sound and was already wet the moment my tongue took its first swirl around his crown.
“Holy shit,” he hissed. “That’s good. Your mouth on my cock, Amelia…nothing like it. This feels like a dream.”
He tasted warm and salty as I sucked, rubbing my palm along his shaft. He gripped the back of my hair to guide my mouth as it bobbed up and down over his cock.
At one point, I began to take him as deeply as I could without choking. As I intentionally squeezed the back of my throat around his cock, I snuck a glance up at his reaction as he muttered, “Oh, you evil bitch. That is so fucking good.” I repeated the movement again and again. His eyes were closed so tightly that he looked like his mind had travelled to another dimension.
My own moans vibrated over his cock as he suddenly bucked his hips and came hard down my throat. Pulling my hair, he groaned, “Shit. Take it all, baby. Take it all,” as I drank in the hot spurts of cum shooting down my throat.
I looked up at him seductively as I swallowed every last drop.
When there was nothing left but his panting, he said, “Fuck. You didn’t hold back. I always knew you liked cream with your coffee, but damn. It was hot to see how much you enjoyed it, too.” He released a long breath as he adjusted his pants. “I already want to do it again. Is this a trick to get me to stay or something? Because it just might fucking work.”
“Really? If that’s the case, my mouth is ready.”
“Oh, we will be doing that again before I leave. That…was mind blowing. Where the hell did you learn to suck like that?” He shook his head fast. “Never mind. I don’t really want to know.” Wiping the corners of my mouth, he asked, “What the heck did I do to deserve that anyway?”
“You saved my daughter’s life. You deserved the blow job of your life.”
He squeezed me close. “Quick, run out to the beach and jump in the choppy ocean.”
I squinted my eyes. “Why?”
“That way I can save you. Maybe you’ll let me take that ass later.”
***
Justin spent a record amount of time that afternoon trying to get Bea to say “Dada.”
She babbled a lot in general, but hadn’t used the letter D as much as the letters B or M. She also knew how to say “bye bye.”
I watched the two of them from the kitchen as Justin sat with Bea on the couch, trying to get her to repeat his words.
“I never stopped loving you, either. It was wrong of me to just assume that you didn’t love me because you didn’t say it.”
He wriggled his brows. “You know what they say about assuming things…”
“You end up in a porno theater watching anal?” I chuckled.
“Good girl. That is correct.” He winked.
Having gotten no sleep since Bea’s ordeal began, I was quickly losing steam. The three of us turned in early for the night. Putting Bea back into the crib alone tonight was just not something I was ready for yet. Instead, she slept right in between Justin and me—her parents. I could definitely get used to that.
We had one more day with him—the day after Christmas. Then, Justin would be leaving us again, flying out of New York to London.
***
It felt like a dream to wake up to the smell of Justin’s coffee fusion brewing in the kitchen.
Bea was still sleeping when I went downstairs and snuck up behind him, looping my arms underneath his. My braless chest pressed through my nightgown into his broad back. We both gazed out at the frigid waves rolling through the wintry ocean. I was already pining for summer, not only because of the balmy weather, but because Justin would be home with us by then.
He turned around and covered my mouth with a hungry kiss. Now that my nerves had calmed down over Bea, my sexual desire was slowly escalating to a normal level. Justin’s hair was sticking up in all directions, and a small beard was growing out. As it scratched my face in a pleasurable way, I felt wetness between my legs. Pressing my body into his erection, I took a deep breath in, savoring his masculine smell that was mixed with the aroma of the percolating coffee.
I wanted him more than I wanted my morning cup of Joe, and that was saying something. Surviving the next few months without him wasn’t going to be easy, but at least, I knew now where things stood between us. He stopped kissing me and caressed my face, looking like he had something on his mind.
“I have a couple of questions for you,” he said.
“Okay…”
“I was thinking…I would love it if you and Bea could come to the last show in the spring. It’ll be in New York, won’t be too far for you to travel. I can book you a flight if you don’t want to drive. Then, we can all come home together in my car. It would be nice if you could at least see me on the big stage once before it’s over. What do you think? We could get noise reducing headphones for her if it’s too loud.”
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world. I’ve been thinking that I should at least get to see you on tour for one show. New York would be the perfect location.”
“Good. I’ll make all the arrangements.”
“What’s the other question?”
“What are the chances I could fuck you raw on that counter before she wakes up?”
I hesitated. I wanted him so badly, but my period had just come this morning. I was never comfortable doing the deed on the heaviest day of my cycle.
“I really want that right now, but…”
Disappointment flashed across his face. “What?”
“I stabbed myself…pretty heavily.”
Shutting his eyes in disappointment, he grumbled, “Shit. I need you so badly right now.” He looked down at the ground then up at me. “I don’t mind…if you don’t. I’ll stab you so good myself, you won’t even think about the other wound.”
As much as I wanted to, I just couldn’t.
I pulled on the edge of his pants, taking a peek at the rock hard erection inside. “I have a better idea.”
“Oh yeah?”
Dropping to my knees, I slowly undid the string of his navy pajama pants.
Leaning his elbows back against the counter, Justin bent his head back and surrendered without argument, except to laugh under his breath as he said, “Or…we could do this. Fuck. Yeah.”
Admiring the cut V of his lower abs and the thin line of hair that ran down the middle, I said, “I’ve always wanted to go down on you. That time we left the porno theater, remember that? I couldn’t have you back then, but I fantasized that whole night about sucking you off.”
He massaged my hair. “I’ll never forget that night. It was so damn hot to see you getting turned on during that movie. I wanted nothing more than to lift you on top of me and fuck that pretty little pink pussy right in the little red theater. I wanted you so fucking badly that night, so much it hurt. Almost as much as I want you now.”
His breath hitched when I took his cock out. I opened wide and wrapped my lips around it. He let out a hot, throaty sound and was already wet the moment my tongue took its first swirl around his crown.
“Holy shit,” he hissed. “That’s good. Your mouth on my cock, Amelia…nothing like it. This feels like a dream.”
He tasted warm and salty as I sucked, rubbing my palm along his shaft. He gripped the back of my hair to guide my mouth as it bobbed up and down over his cock.
At one point, I began to take him as deeply as I could without choking. As I intentionally squeezed the back of my throat around his cock, I snuck a glance up at his reaction as he muttered, “Oh, you evil bitch. That is so fucking good.” I repeated the movement again and again. His eyes were closed so tightly that he looked like his mind had travelled to another dimension.
My own moans vibrated over his cock as he suddenly bucked his hips and came hard down my throat. Pulling my hair, he groaned, “Shit. Take it all, baby. Take it all,” as I drank in the hot spurts of cum shooting down my throat.
I looked up at him seductively as I swallowed every last drop.
When there was nothing left but his panting, he said, “Fuck. You didn’t hold back. I always knew you liked cream with your coffee, but damn. It was hot to see how much you enjoyed it, too.” He released a long breath as he adjusted his pants. “I already want to do it again. Is this a trick to get me to stay or something? Because it just might fucking work.”
“Really? If that’s the case, my mouth is ready.”
“Oh, we will be doing that again before I leave. That…was mind blowing. Where the hell did you learn to suck like that?” He shook his head fast. “Never mind. I don’t really want to know.” Wiping the corners of my mouth, he asked, “What the heck did I do to deserve that anyway?”
“You saved my daughter’s life. You deserved the blow job of your life.”
He squeezed me close. “Quick, run out to the beach and jump in the choppy ocean.”
I squinted my eyes. “Why?”
“That way I can save you. Maybe you’ll let me take that ass later.”
***
Justin spent a record amount of time that afternoon trying to get Bea to say “Dada.”
She babbled a lot in general, but hadn’t used the letter D as much as the letters B or M. She also knew how to say “bye bye.”
I watched the two of them from the kitchen as Justin sat with Bea on the couch, trying to get her to repeat his words.
