Page 51 of Numbers Boy
“Just relax, Princess. No need to mess up your pretty pedicure.”
I blow again, making sure to get each digit before doing the same to the other foot. At the head of the bed, Steve’s breathingis getting heavier, and his arms are crossed above his head like he’s trying to stop himself from reaching for me.
“N-noah,” he gasps when I press a warm kiss to the inside of his ankle.
“Yes, beautiful?”
“More.”
His simple plea ignites a fire low in my stomach. I kneel up, setting his feet to either side of me. He lets his knees drop open, an unconscious offering that makes blood rush to my cock.
“Anything,” I promise again. “Think you can lay there nicely while I take care of you?”
He nods a little frantically, so I rest a palm soothingly on his stomach. He reaches one hand down to twine his fingers with mine. With my other hand, I undo the fastenings of his jeans. While I would love to do absolutely all the work, I’m loath to take my hand from his in order to pull his pants down.
Steve must sense this because he lifts his hips just enough that I can shimmy them down his legs. I leave them pooled around his calves, not wanting to mess up his pedicure and loving that it will be another reminder to lie back and let me work.
I lower myself to hover over him, our hands clasped together near his face, our chests barely touching. Steve looks up at me, his green eyes luminous and filled with desire. I try to tell him with mine just how much I want him, too. I brush my nose to his, then pepper kisses across his cheeks. Dusting his face with love before moving lower.
I continue this until I’m back down to his crotch. His erection is pulsing behind his gray briefs, the tip leaving a damp spot that’s slightly darker than the rest of the fabric. It reminds me of the jelly in Steve’s waffle, and my lips are curled in a smile as I lick a wide swath over the spot. The gasp from above me, combined with a squeeze of our joined fingers, spurs me on, andI make quick work of lowering his underwear below his balls and sucking his length into my mouth.
It’s messy and quick, both of us dealing with pent-up lust that has been mounting since dinner. My own orgasm is building rapidly, a sharp, needy edge to the feeling making me delirious with the need to taste Steve’s release. Soon, there are fingers in my hair, letting me know when I do something extra right. I use every trick I know, focus on every spot that I’ve learned drives Steve wild, in order to push him over the edge. Still, it’s sooner than I expected that Steve’s gasping my name in warning, and his length is thickening.
Then cum is filling my mouth, hot spurts coating my tongue in his flavor. I can feel myself teetering right on the brink, but I suck him through it until he’s tugging on my hair, letting me know that it’s too much.
I pull off and lick the bit of his cum that leaked from the corner of my mouth. Steve is the picture of indulgence beneath me. His face is lax, eyes hooded and dark as they peer up at me. His nipples are visible below the hem of his top, and his softening cock is flushed dark pink where it’s resting against his hip. The sight of him so clearly debauched and satisfied has me unable to hold back anymore.
I unzip my pants and pull my aching erection free. My hand around my sensitive shaft makes me hiss, but I don’t stop as I start to stroke.
“Princess,” I rasp, fist flying over my length. “Can I come on you?”
“Yes, baby,” Steve moans, one hand pushing his top up even more. “Mark me as yours.”
His words, together with his fingers plucking gently at his nipple, push me over. I groan as my orgasm hits me, my hips punching into my tight fist, cum leaving streaks over his abdomen and groin.
“Fuck, Princess,” I pant, slumping forward and holding myself over him with one hand by his head. “You are so goddamn sexy.”
Then Steve grins up at me, a blush rising on his cheeks even as his fingers scoop up a bit of my release. He licks it off, and my cock makes a valiant effort to rally at the action. “So are you.”
I huff a breathless laugh and carefully lower myself so I’m stretched out on the bed next to him. I pull off my shirt and wipe him up with care. As soon as I’m done, Steve cuddles into me. He glances down to where his pants are still around his legs and giggles. I follow his gaze and see his freshly painted toes have smeared.
“Oops. That didn’t last very long,” Steve jokes, wiggling them a bit.
“Guess I just have to fix it.”
“Leave it,” Steve says, blush growing darker. “I want the reminder.”
“Of course, Princess.” My heart wants to burst with the pride and possessiveness filling it at Steve’s request. Pulling him even closer, I run my fingers soothingly up and down his back. The motion must make him sleepy, his eyelids drifting shut. My own are heavy, body content after dinner and a satiating orgasm. “I think Waffle Day is my new favorite holiday.”
“Hey, speaking of waffles,” Steve begins as he tilts his head to look up at me from where he’s lying against my chest. His curls are ruffled, and his lipstick is smudged after our date and subsequent activities. But his eyes are soft and warm, and his lips are tipped up in the barest hint of a smile. The sight of him so relaxed and clearly at ease makes something deep inside of me rumble with satisfaction. I love that I can do that for him. That we can do that for each other.
“What about waffles?” I prompt when he doesn’t continue. Steve’s eyes are locked on mine, looking at me like maybe helikes seeing me like this, too, even though I’m sure my own hair is a mess after having his fingers running through it.
“Would you want to come to our Working Boys brunch on Saturday?”
That gets my attention. My hand stops where it’s trailing along his skin, and my chest feels like it’s filled with helium now. It’s light and airy, heart expanding within it as I think about what a big step this is.
“Really? You’d want me to meet all your friends?” I’ve been waiting for a chance to meet Steve’s friends, who are more like his family, from the sounds of it. Steve has told me that he and his dad are fairly close but that they don’t see each other very often. It’s his Working Boys that will be the real deal breaker if we don’t click for some reason. Plus, he’s already met most of my family, and they all love him.
