19BELOVED
Elaine Prise usheredus off the stage. At least, I think it was Elaine. Might have been Santa Claus for all the attention I paid to my surroundings. Ho ho ho, Merry Christmas, please stop making out in front of the entire party. You have blown pastmaking it weirdand landed increating weird from whole cloth.
I had no attention for anyone but Jackson. We’d dried our eyes and tried to pull ourselves together, but I’d reached a point where it caused an almost physical pain to fall out of contact with him. He seemed to feel the same, as his hand never left my lower back, my arm, my hip, or my shoulder.
We stood together and listened to Elaine’s presentation, arms around each other, sides and legs touching. His presence distracted me, and God, his touch through our clothes almost drove me out of my mind. I’ve chaperoned every prom at my school since they hired me. At all of them, I have mocked teenagers for disappearing into corners to suck face, count tonsils, and attempt to merge despite the innate cockblocking properties of pantyhose.
Tonight, I wanted to take a few cues from the prom crowd. We could find a dark corner. Snog ourselves stupid. Neither of us was wearing pantyhose, so we had a leg up.
Or would have a leg up. You know. Better access.
Instead of inhabiting a quiet hallway, we stood like well-behaved adults without arousal issues and listened to the nice lady give a talk. She went on about how happy the staff at Mail Call Mates was for us, how they took pride in their matches, and what resources we had available throughout our marriages. I would have been way more impressed with her keynote if I hadn’t wanted to tear my husband’s clothes off with desperate, animal abandon.
After the speech, a veritable conga line of sheepish gossips shuffled to us with apologies. A secondary stream of well-wishers sort of limboed along almost under the radar to assuage whatever guilt they had at standing near the gossips andtotally notlistening to them, not even one word, they knew without a doubt Jackson and I were perfect together and did not pay those rumors any credence.
Ididget to see Mister Maine, though, with Scott, the man who looked like his pictures after all. Henry Mooney also wandered by with his sign-waving husband, whom he had in fact married as the sign implored. They were happy and already talking about hitting up Kelson Genetics, where XY is A-OK, for a tiny Mooney to add to their family.
With that, I ran right the hell out of both attention and patience. “Forget the dance,” I said into Jackson’s ear. “Let’s get out of here.”
“I thought you’d never fucking ask,” he said.
And then we fled into the night. It took the valet an eternal forever – nay, afive-ever – to get the truck. Jackson almost threw the tip at the man’s head so we could dive into the Toyota’s cab. We made out at red lights and I had to sit with my hands in my lap while Jackson drove. Otherwise, I would have spent the trip groping him.
Fun fact: You cannot go home and rut like rabbits if you die in a car accident. Never drive distracted, folks. Get back to your place safely before you shove your hand down someone’s pants.
I expected him to pull my tux off the moment we stepped through the door into the house, but he didn’t. Instead, he led me through the dark house and into the bedroom to sit me down on the bed, still clothed and full of lust. My bedside lamp provided a dim, warm glow that lit Jackson from one side.
The shadows loved him, clinging to him and tracing his contours so they stood out in fierce relief. He stared at me for a long span of heartbeats, gaze burning, chest heaving with breaths he fought to control. My skin tingled under the heavy coat I longed to shed, but I didn’t. Not yet. He had already undressed me with his eyes.
“I’ve been holding back,” he said, voice deep and rough. “Since we met, I’ve been holding back. Told myself it was because you’d never had a man. We had to get you ready to take me, I said. Planned it all out in my head. Make you touch yourself. Touch you myself, feel you come for me. Let you suck my cock, see how you liked feeling me in your mouth. Tonight, I planned to lay you out. Stroke your cock, wait for you to squirm under me, then slide a toy inside. Stretch you, play with you, see how you handled something thick in your ass.”
As always, he never needed more than words to make me squirm. His words caressed me as powerfully as his hand, brought my cock up to strain against my clothes until I had to shift to find relief. I would have done whatever he asked me then, followed any order as long as it led to me spilling myself for him.
He knew it. A smirk played on his lips and said louder than words that he knew what he did to me. How much I wanted him. He pulled his coat off with deliberate movements, a torture of unwrapping the body I longed to have against mine.
“That wasn’t true, though. I think we both know it. I was holding back because I was afraid to love you. And I knew damn well that the moment I had you,reallyhad you, I’d fall for you.”
Slowly, too slowly, he draped his uniform coat over a chair. Another casual movement, and he had his shoes undone so he could leave them by the chair as well.
“There wouldn’t be any more holding myself back once I put myself inside you. Once I filled you up and felt you shudder as I made you come for me. You’d have me wrapped around your finger.”
Every button of his shirt revealed more of his gorgeous chest. He let it hang loose for several seconds, shadowing the line of hair down his belly that led to the Promised Land, before he pulled it off to throw onto the chair. My cock twitched again at the sight of him in just his uniform pants, and I licked my lips, already tasting his skin on my tongue.
“I’m not holding back anymore.” He reached down to unfasten his belt, thatclinktouching a primal nerve in my mind. “I love you. You’re my husband. Tonight, I’m going to make you mine.”
His pants dropped to the floor. He stood before me, bare and vulnerable, and in that nakedness he was more powerful than anything I had known. We had stripped each other of all pretense, all the past and the fears it carried, and only in our supplication could we claim the strength that waited in one another.
I had no illusions that we’d left our problems behind. That we wouldn’t both fall into the fears that had scarred us. All I knew was that I loved him, and he loved me, and together, we could overcome anything.
He stepped forward, close enough for me to feel the heat radiating from his skin. One of his hands wrapped around the back of my head, and he drew me in to wrap my lips around his cock. I did, eagerly, sliding my tongue along the base of his shaft and closing my mouth over him to hear his ragged moan. Once I had found a slow, hungry rhythm, he let go of my head so he could use both hands to push down the coat of my tuxedo.
It was an intoxicating struggle to shuck my jacket without letting go of his cock. His hand returned to the back of my head, cupping and encouraging as I worked my arms free. The shirt went next, and I wondered if he would use it again to trap my arms so he could have his way with me.
Not this time. This time, he drew back, pulling his cock out of my mouth with a regretful groan. “Stand up,” he said. “Let’s get those pants off. I’ve wanted you naked against me all night.”
Those pants flew through the air in a time fit to set a land speed record. I tried to remain graceful, show some sexy moves with what I hoped might qualify as a sensual strip tease, but I’m pretty sure the reality looked like a gawky, clumsy history teacher wrestling with a pair of formal pants. They left my hands with one leg inside-out and the belt still in the loops.
I’d hardly gotten both feet back on the ground before Jackson pulled me into a firestorm of a kiss. His cock stroked along my shaft as our bodies pressed together. I felt his hand slip between us, catching his cock and mine in the same grip to stroke them. We moaned into each other’s lips, shivering with a sensation we could wait for no longer.