“Ball pit?” I ask, eyes wide. “You got a ball pit?”
He puts his hands on his hips, and shoots Goldie a look that says, can you believe her? And Goldie, I see, is nodding right along.
“Of course. He’s one. What other cool stuff can a 1-year-old do besides stumble and slobber?” He shakes his head as if it makes perfect sense. “A ball pit covers both of those things. Plus, I’ll be with him the whole time.”
“Okay,” I say, not wanting to discourage him from his attempts to bond. And everything he’s done so far has made sense. “Well, I’ll get the food ready and then shower.”
Goldie nods to Jett. “I’ll get him down for a nap if you want.”
I shake my head, feeling the familiar heaviness in my chest. “He needs to eat. I’ll get him down. If you wanna change him now, though, that would be good.”
She agrees. Beau disappears to get things done. I catch quick glimpses of him through the kitchen window, buzzing around the back yard making sure everything is set up. An hour and a half later when he comes in, I can tell the 5am wake up call is hitting.
“Gonna feed him then get him down for a nap. We could steal a quick twenty minutes, too, you know.” His eyes trace the neckline of my shirt, dropping off to stare at my hard nipples.
“Yeah,” he grins, “a nap isn’t a bad idea.”
I grin, too, because I do think a nap would serve him, but I also know that watching him plan and execute Jett’s birthday has been the biggest fucking aphrodisiac. Like, I’m wet just from how tired he is. Seriously.
In my room, Beau kicks off his sneakers and unbuckles his pants, his eyes catching mine as I lower the top of my tank, exposing my breast. Jett takes notice quicker than Beau because when Beau’s eyes drop to my chest, Jett’s already hard at work, covering me.
After his jeans are slung over the other chair, he tugs his shirt off by the collar, over his head, adding it to the chair. God, he looks so good, wearing nothing but a tattoo to symbolize his love for his father. Muscled and strong, I love the dark happy trail coaxing me down to his boxers. Straining in front of him is his blue-cotton covered erection, already impressive. I pull my thighs together beneath me, needing a steadying movement to prevent the pulse between my legs from taking over.
When he hooks his thumbs in the waistband of his boxers, my chest floods with heat, prickly and electric. “You are so sexy,” I tell him, keeping my voice low. Though as I glance down to check on Jett, I notice he’s already out.
I look back up at Beau. “He’s asleep,” I say, standing with my tits still out because I need to get Jett in his crib so I can fuck Beau’s brains out. Seriously. Once he’s successfully transferred, I turn to find Beau lowering his boxers.
The simmering heat inside of me at being Beau’s girlfriend turns into something else completely when he’s naked in front of me. I’m feral, ruthless, starved. I want him in all the ways right now, and the crazy part? I know I’m only going to love him more, and therefore, want him more as time goes on.
As I practically trip trying to get out of my jeans at top speed, I almost laugh, wondering how crazy for him I’ll be in a year from now.
Today is Jett’s first birthday. Beau and I are doing good. The studio is almost ready for its soft opening.
Things are good.
And as Beau pushes me back into the chair and drops to his knees in front of me, I know things are about to get a lot better.
Gripping my knees, he shoves my legs apart, exposing my wet pussy. Dipping down, he peppers kisses up and down my glistening slit, not paying attention to my clit at all. My hips surge forward, seeking out his thick, wet tongue, but he doesn’t let me have him. Instead, he reaches up, giving my breasts each a squeeze as he greedily palms them, running his thumbs along my nipples.
“I don’t just want to taste your pussy, baby, you should know that by now.” With more force, he thumbs over my nipples some more.
“You can do whatever you want to me,” I say, feeling a little crazy with how much I want him. “Whatever you do,please just fuck me.”
His grin only sends me farther down the maddening road. “Seriously, Beau,” I whine quietly. “I want you so fucking bad.”
Our eyes hold. His smile falls away and like I’ve told him I have a need to be met, he nods his head. “Let’s take anap.”
On his knees, he leans into my lap, taking one of my breasts in both hands. The tip of his tongue skates over the bumpy surface, making my skin slick with sweat. I want him so bad that I’m actually sweating.
With one hand, he holds my breast as he seals his mouth around my nipple, sucking it in tenderly. His other hand stretches to the opposite breast, where he kneads and pinches with his solid, strong hand.
My head falls back as my hips instinctively push forward, searching for anything to relieve the dull throb between my legs. When I can’t, I bring my head up and watch him worship my breasts.
The moans, the soft kisses, the deep suckles–worship is really the way I’d describe it when he has time with my breasts. Opening his mouth, white streams down his chin as he switches sides. I let loose a relieving moan when his mouth seals and suckles again, bringing a tidal wave of pins and needles. He gulps as my body goes through let-down, and his swallows turn lazier as my milk supply steadies.
I let him suck and drink from me, growing to a fire level of insatiable as I greedily memorize his throaty moans and noises of appreciation.
“God, I can’t fucking wait until I put a baby in your belly and he’s feeding off these perfect, gorgeous tits,” he groans, nuzzling his face between my breasts as he cups them. My baby? Being drunk off him has me at a loss for perspective. He’s just saying that because he’s got a hard-on, and we’re in the moment. He can’t seriously be thinking of having a baby together.Already.