Page 120 of Bloom
“What’s wrong?” murmured Jaime.
“N-nothing.” That was the thing. Everything was right, and while he wasn’t sure what to do with it, part of him felt great and loose too.
“Tell me. Was it too much? I won’t give you your cum again.
“N-no. I liked it.” The tears leaking down his face probably weren’t convincing. “I don’t know why I’m crying. Just-I needed it, and it was so much better than the last time or anything I’ve had in years, and I wasn’t scared. The orgasm was so intense, and I’d do it again. I’d swallow my load too. I mean not right now. I don’t think there’s anything left.”
He stopped babbling as Jaime straightened him up. “I’ve only had someone cry when they were over my knee, and he said it wasn’t because I hurt him. He said it was like a release.”
Aleric had heard of people crying while being spanked, and it wasn’t because of pain. It was something about pent-up emotions being released, although Aleric hadn’t understood it when he’d read it. He’d never cried over someone’s knee. It made him hard and desperate. “Maybe you took something out besides cum.” That sounded ridiculous, but he couldn’t think of anything else except for him being pregnant too. “It’s been years since I had anything that good.”
Jaime wiped his face. “As long as you’re actually okay and not faking it.”
“I’m not faking it. I’d do it again.”
Aleric let himself melt against Jaime. He’d needed all of that and the affection so damn badly, he didn’t want it to end. He felt like a starving man who’d been given a taste of food. It wasn’t enough, and he had to have the whole plate or whatever was available. Jaime’s hand stroking his hair was perfect.
“You didn’t tell me you could swallow with a cock in your throat,” said Aleric.
“I don’t always show off that trick right away. I keep it as a surprise.”
Aleric couldn’t help but laugh and turn his face into Jaime’s chest. Now that he’d recovered a little, he wanted to get to his knees and show Jaime that he could swallow too. No test or anything. Just a blowjob
“I want to suck your cock.”
“No.”
“But I’m fine, and your dick is hard as a rock against my ass. I’d like for you to push my head down and fuck my throat.”
“Tempting, but still no. This was for you, and only you.”
Jaime continued holding him, and after a couple of minutes, Aleric almost wanted to cry again. He’d meant it. He wasn’t demanding Aleric do anything to please him. Even though he had to be aching for release, he simply continued to hold him tight.
The suspicious side of his brain said it was an elaborate trick, and he needed to put a stop to everything. He’d just broken his promise, and it was wrong that he wanted to keep breaking it. He’d pretty much jumped off the cliff of no return because he’d been horny.
Perhaps it had been a stupid promise to make and dumb to keep in the face of someone he could trust. Jaime had kept helping him. He’d stayed, saved his life, and wouldn’t leave even after Aleric had tried forcing him away while turning his life upside down.
Jaime started rubbing his stomach. “I can’t wait until you’ve got something to see and rub. I know we’ve got months to go, but I want to see our child now in some form, you know?”
Seeing his stomach grow wasn’t something Aleric had particularly thought about too much so far. The baby was inside of him, so he’d be keenly aware of its presence regardless of what his belly looked like. “You seem awfully excited about it.”
“Why wouldn’t I be? Even though he or she wasn’t planned, and there’s other shit going on, it's still our kid. We created a fairy being. Well…you’ll be doing all the growing now, but the baby will be something we made.”
“I know, but it’s not in your body…I know men can be excited…you’re already so protective. I’m surprised you’re not trying to feed me right now.”
“You ate breakfast, so I’m not as worried. It’s getting closer to lunch, so you should eat.”
Aleric almost rolled his eyes. “It doesn’t explain why you’re so protective.”
Jaime paused. “My Father was the same, and I want to be like him. Even though he’s not alive, I still want to make him proud and be the man he would have raised me to be if he’d lived.”
Aleric knew that feeling, except he hadn’t exactly turned into the man Lord Monet wanted. He wasn’t a complete disappointment, but he knew he wasn’t exactly what Father had imagined either.
“I’ve always wanted kids too.”
Perhaps Father was right, and Elira had pushed them together even though their circumstances weren’t exactly optimal. Maybe the Goddess knew Aleric needed someone protective and caring.
Chapter Twenty-Four
