Page 40 of Mornings By the Linden Tree
“I want to go!” she yelled so loudly my eardrums thumped. “I love Lego!”
Oh, that was news to me. I would have to look into finding her some for her birthday. “Can I go with Chandler? I will teach him the bunny loops for his shoes. And help Rissa wash his face, but I do not want to help with poopy diapers. I’m a big girl now.”
“Yes, yes, you are.” She wore training pants at night, but since she was up several times, we’d not had any accidents in the pretty pink trainers. Perhaps when she slept through the night, she might, but overall, the potty was her buddy, and I hoped it stayed that way. “Okay, then, if you’re sure you want to go with Rissa. You listen to what she—” Valeria shot to her freshly tied sneakers and ran to my paralegal chasing down her son, who was determined to feed a Cheeto to a park squirrel high up in the linden tree shading us. “And off she goes.”
I sighed and stood up just as Lennon ambled over with his guitar case and a smile just for me. We kissed quickly.
“Our plans for the afternoon have changed.” He removed his top hat and tipped his sodden head to look at me with worry. “All is well. Rissa is now state-approved to babysit, and she is insisting she take Valeria with her to the Lego Center so, and this is a direct quote, we can go to my place and ravish each other.”
His worry evaporated. A low heat came to life in those pretty blue eyes of his. “Oh, wow, that’s really gracious of her. Are you sure you want to spend an afternoon being ravished?”
I looked around to see Valeria bouncing up and down as she, Rissa, and Chandler were making their way to us.
“I think a good ravishing is just what we need,” I whispered just as a couple jogged past.
“Then let’s go get ravished.”
With most of my blood streaking from my head to my groin, I did manage to pass over Valeria’s bag and a firm instruction for her to behave. Rissa hoisted the bag to her shoulder, gave Lennon and me a filthy look, and then led the children to the nearest park exit. I stood there watching them go, my breast filled with a confusing concoction of lust and worry. Valeria had never been away from me since the night her mother had passed. What if she fell down and broke her arm? What if she got scared? What if she—
“Hey.” Lennon gave my arm a tug after sliding his fingers around my hand. “She’ll be fine. Rissa is super dependable. She has your number. They’ll have a good time.”
“Yes, I know. Of course Rissa is dependable.” I pulled my gaze from where I had last seen them to look at Lennon. “I’m being foolish. Such an old worrywart.”
“I love that you worry over her.”
Love. Oh dear. That was a word I hardly ever used, even for something as mundane as a favored dish or a new Dior sweater. Love. I wasn’t sure I even knew what that emotion was or how it felt. I was fond of many things and a few people. But love seemed an over-the-top statement to make about something like my being overly anxious about my niece going off without me to protect her from the world.
“Yes, well, I’m a doting uncle,” I coughed out before we strolled out of the park, hand-in-hand, to cross Beacon Street to commence with the ravishing. I prayed my dick would not be too tangled up in my thoughts to ravish Lennon properly…
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Even though my mind was floundering about over that little four letter word starting with L and ending with OVE, my cock was, thank the gods, not concerned with such nonsense. It, as cocks are known to do, existed in a dimension where conversation had little to no effect on engorgement.
Lennon and I were barely inside my house when we fell on each other like two starved lions stumbling across a wounded gazelle. My hands were up under his shirt before I even had my loafers toed off or put away. He was just as crazed. His hands had such a tight grip on my ass that my cheeks started to go numb. I did nothing about that other than to rock into him, pressing him to the wall along the stairs. My brain was drowning in a sea of pure lust. It was thrilling and terrifying. Such a total loss of control combined with rampaging feelings.
I wanted Lennon more desperately than I had ever wanted another man. Nothing would stand in my way of taking him to my bed to taste every bit of his sweet, pale skin.
“I think…one shoe,” I gasped when we broke for air halfway up the stairs. “I have…your face is perfection.”
“Yours is damn fine as well,” he countered, his lips puffy and pink from our kiss. His fingers bit into my ass, his cock ground into my pelvis, and I rolled him over to face the wall like some kind of caveman.
“Stay like this,” I huffed, nipping at the top of his ear. He moaned as I wrenched his pants down, glad to be able to leave the ugly yellow shorts with red flowers on the stairs. His underwear joined his goofy pants. I wasn’t sure where his flip-flops had gone. If I were lucky, the garish things with the mad purple flower had been sucked into a vortex never to be seen again. I was incredibly fond of the man, but the outfits he wore to entertain children were horrid. I stepped up behind him, putmy hands over his splayed on the wall, and then rubbed my prick on his bare backside. He threw back his head, nearly connecting skull to nose.
“Sorry. Man, that…that would have sucked…breaking your nose…oh shit, Wes, what the hell…yeah, oh yeah, do that to me,” he cried out after I went to my knees to admire his tight pink hole close up. He placed his left foot on one of the steps above us, spreading his buttocks wider so I could fully enjoy that tiny pucker.
I touched his hole. The furl tightened, and the man whimpered. “Such a pretty hole. I want to lick it, then finger it and then fuck it. Do you feel good about those things happening to your tight little ass?”
“Fuck yes!” he yelled, his fingernails scoring the pristine plasterboard. That would need to be fixed. Later. Much later. Like tomorrow. Right now, this man’s ass was all I was fixated on. With a grunt and a wide swipe of my tongue over his opening, I began feasting. He was hot, musky, and that tiny hole was tight. I licked, lapped, and blew on his furl. I ran my finger around the edges, then I mouthed his balls. I slipped a spit-slick middle finger into him while rolling his sac around in my greedy mouth. Lennon came all over the wall with a shout. Okay, so that would be two jobs for my local contractor. I marveled at the fact he had blown apart without anyone touching his cock. What a marvelously responsive bottom he was.
“That was beautiful,” I said after I gave his hole a nice deep French kiss. He sagged a bit but never went fully down. I got to my feet, face smeared with spit, and kissed the side of his neck as I ground my cock into the soggy crack of his ass. “I’ve never been so mad for a man as I am for you, Lennon. I would love to lay you down on my bed and slide into you. Would you like that?”
I ran a hand up his heaving chest to find and pluck at his nipple.
“Holy shit,” he panted, his head resting on my shoulder as his cock dripped onto the hardwood stairs. That I would have to tidy up. Mrs. Polkowski would not appreciate having to wash semen from the stairs with a soft sponge soaked with lightly scented pine wood soap. “Holy shit, that was…I would love to have you fuck me.”
I drew in a shaky breath, then tongued his ear. He pushed his ass into my erection. A fire that could engulf this city lit inside me. A wildfire I had little control over nor wanted to even try to put out. It was madness to let oneself go like this, but it was also bliss. I stepped back from Lennon, gave his rump a pat, and then walked up the stairs, glancing back to see him picking up his pants and briefs.
“Leave them. We’ll pick up later. Come along. I have something for you.” I gave my dick a squeeze through my pants and climbed the stairs, with Lennon hot on my heels. He met me at the door to my room, sliding under my arm and planting his feet in the middle of my bedroom to remove his shirt. He cocked an eyebrow. “Throw it on the floor. You can fold it later.”
