Page 62 of Just Like in the Movies
Llewellyn
Icouldn’t say I was glad to see Mom and Dad head off to the hotel, but I wasn’t sorry either. The apartment was full of boxes, I needed shelves and furniture to put things away in, and Mom and Dad wanted to go shopping for a crib and baby furniture while they were here, so we were going to have even more stuff to work around soon. Plus, we made plans to meet up again for dinner and a short tour of the area, so it wasn’t like I wasn’t going to see them again soon.
We waved them off down the street, the empty trailer bumping along behind them.
“Well, Mr. West,” I said when they’d finally driven out of sight. “Shall we go home?”
“I think we should, Mr. King,” he replied. He put an arm around my waist, his thumb sneaking in under the hem of my shirt to rub over the bare skin above my jeans.
As we turned back toward the building I had a thought. “I should probably change my name when we get married.”
He raised his eyebrows at me. “Would you want to? That’s pretty traditional.”
“I’m traditional about some things,” I reminded him. “I made you propose, right?” Well, sort of. I wasn’t counting the last one, where I’d basically ordered him to buy me a ring. I mean, he’d already proposed three times, right? I was just agreeing.
“Made me, did you?” He laughed. “Come on up, then, and we can have a grown-up discussion about it.”
We walked up the stairs together, his hand still on my waist, his thumb brushing repeatedly over that patch of skin. I’d originally intended to try to put some of my things away, but now I was thinking that we had a couple of hours to ourselves and we hadn’t spent any qualityalonetime together in a couple of months.
At the top of the stairs he swooped in on me and scooped me up in his arms. “I’m a bit behind, but how about I carry you across the threshold, then?”
“Oh my God, Mike, you’re going to wreck your back!” I squawked and threw an arm around his neck.
“Naw. You’re still as light as a feather.” We got to the door. The locked door. “Uh, you still have your key?” he asked.
I laughed and dug into my pocket. “Here.”
“Hands are full,” he told me.
“Fine. I have to do everything around here,” I joked and unlocked the door.
He pushed us through it and kicked it shut behind him, then set me carefully on the floor. “What do you want to tackle first?”
“You.” I grabbed the hem of his t-shirt and pulled it up over his head. “I think I need a personalized tour of your bedroom. Starting with the bed.”
“Our bedroom,” he reminded me and grabbed for my shirt.
“You’re right,” I said in a surprised tone, but he had a point. “Okay, then, show me our bedroom.”
“Gladly.” He grabbed me by the ass and picked me up again.
“You crazy alpha.” I wrapped my legs around his hips as well as I could and hung onto his shoulders.
He laughed as he carried me down the short hallway and into the master bedroom. It was dimmer in here, most of the space taken up by his bed. I caught a glimpse of his tall dresser against the wall and some of his posters scattered around it, then he stopped and put me back on the floor. “Love you,” he whispered and grabbed my head with both hands to pull me into a kiss.
I fumbled the button of my jeans open and pushed them down, laughing as I tried not to break the kiss. Mike’s hands left my head and stroked over my shoulder, pulling my chest against his and making my job of getting his jeans off way more difficult than it needed to be. I pushed against his chest but it just made him hold me tighter and eventually I gave up and let myself explore the parts of his body that weren’t maddeningly covered in clothing.
Mike stroked my ass and tickled the underside where it met my thighs, then slipped his fingers into the space between. I moaned and went up on my toes, then tipped my head back to invite him to ravish my neck for a little while.
He let out a harsh breath and took me up on it, tracing my nerves and setting them on fire until I just wanted him to throw me on the bed and have his way. I started to back away from him, dragging him with me by his determination to explore my entire upper body with his mouth, while his hands changed position to do incredibly decadent things to the insides of my thighs and that super-sensitive patch of skin right behind my balls. Finally, I had enough space between our bodies to work on his jeans and soon he was as naked as I was, which was a sight to behold.
“Have you been working out even more since last month?” I demanded, eyeing the way his muscles sloped down in a V that seemed created just to make me look at his cock.
“Yeah. I’m playing an Ultimate Fighting wanna-be. Before I get blown up.” He fastened his lips around my nipple and sucked, completely blocking whatever I was opening my mouth to say about the new movie role. My mind was filled with the way his finger stroked my balls and with how good the suction felt on my nipple—no room left for words. Or anything, really, except wanting.
He took his hand away from my balls and I moaned in protest, but the next thing I knew I was on my back on the bed and Mike had spread my thighs and laid down between them, the hot tip of his cock taking over where his fingers had left off just seconds ago.
“I’m not going to squish him, right? I mean, I know I can’t, but…” He pushed himself up on his elbows and looked down between us.
