by Katz, Avery
“Yep. If you plan on drugging your mother just so we can have sex, then I’m on board this crazy ship. Hell, I’ll even throw in some Xanax to make her chillax and have a good time,” I jokingly said.
He slammed the door shut behind him and took off his robe. “I love my mom, but this is just too much.” He sighed. “I just want to unwind after a long day at work. Is it too much to ask?”
He sat down with a loud huff. I crawled towards him on the mattress and kissed him. “Lay back and close your eyes,” I whispered in his ear. “Let me help you unwind.
“Please do. I’m wound up tighter than a two-dollar watch.”
I massaged his tense shoulders and reached down to stroke his cock. He moaned and closed his eyes. We were both in desperate need of some release.
“Quin.”
“No fucking way.”
Quin tried to move, but I anchored him to the mattress. “No. You are not going anywhere.”
I moved my hand faster around his shaft before taking him into my mouth. He hissed and combed his fingers through my hair. “Oh shit, Greg. Don’t stop.”
Louisa called out to him again, but my blow job kept him occupied.
Louisa insisted on interrupting us by knocking on the door. She was just shameless. Shameless!
Fed up, I released his cock with a wet pop and climbed out of bed. I walked to the door and yanked it open. I was buck naked, and I didn’t give a fuck. We needed some iron-clad boundaries with Louisa. “Listen, I’m trying to have a real good time with my hubby here, so if you could refrain from knocking on this goddamn door one more time, I’d be super grateful.”
I caught one final glimpse of her shocked and affronted expression before slamming the door in her face. Damn. That felt good. Quin watched the whole scene from his vantage in bed, he was dying with laughter at his mother’s offended features. Her expression was fucking priceless.
“What’s so funny? Hmm?” I pretended to be mad at him for laughing and bent him over my knees. His butt was ripe and ready for some erotic spanking. “Did you enjoy watching me embarrass your nosy, shameless mother?”
“Yes.” He chuckled. His hot breath tickled the hairs on my right thigh.
I raised my hand high in the air and brought it down on his left ass cheek. He yelped and buried his face in the mattress. I repeated the same action on his right cheek, alternating between the two. My cock throbbed at the sound of his quiet moans and the red enticing handprints on his tight buns. He was enjoying this just as much as I was.
“The next time she calls out for you, you let me handle it, alright?” I said while rubbing his butt.
“Yes, Your Highness.”
“Good boy.”
He sat up and kissed me. It was sweet and tender. It caught me off guard.
“Greg.”
“Yeah?”
“I’m falling for you all over again.”
21
Quin
Greg rewarded me with a mind-numbing kiss. I cupped his clean-shaven jaw and sank into the mattress with him in my arms. He cupped my freshly spanked butt and pulled me flat against his chest. We ground our cocks together and made out until we were both out of breath. He sucked on my bottom lip before biting into it like a ripe plum. I groaned and plundered his mouth with my tongue. He pulled away with a devilish look in his bedroom eyes and bent down to take my nipple into his mouth. He sucked on it, sending delicious shivers down my spine. He left a trail of openmouthed kisses down my goosebump-covered skin until he reached my belly button. His soft curls tickled my stomach as he swirled his tongue and brought his fingers to my aching cock. I was hard from before, but his attentive fingers brought me to full mast. “Boy, spanking you really did the trick, eh?”
My head fell back against the sheets as he thumbed my precum-coated tip. I closed my eyes and listened to the sound of his greedy mouth as it licked and tasted every inch of my skin. He straddled my legs and feasted on my thighs. His electric touch took me to places I never knew existed. My brain was in sleep mode, allowing my body to take control. Everything drifted into the background. I felt Greg’s shallow breath on my calf. He stroked my cock with one hand and massaged my right foot with the other. He pressed firm circles into the arch, and it sent direct messages of rapture to my cock.
“Keep going,” I encouraged him, digging my fingers into the five-hundred-thread-count sheets. They felt satin soft beneath my fingertips as I arched up into his magic touch. He massaged the other foot and added some sort of coconut-scented cream to the mix. The next thing I knew, a mellow bossa nova track drifted from my Bose speakers. It was accompanied by the sound of ocean waves and rustling leaves in the background. I suddenly felt like we were engaged in foreplay on the beach.
Greg drizzled more of that exotic cream onto my chest and coaxed me to open my eyes. I looked up to find him worshiping my torso with his hands. His thick, glorious cock kissed mine as he massaged more of that lotion into my chest. His palms were warm and slick with moisture. I moaned and reached around him to knead his muscular butt. His moss-green eyes burned into my own. There was so much lust and passion in them. I stroked his perineum with my index finger and pushed a finger inside his tight, puckered hole. He moaned and stopped moving altogether. “Fuck, I want you now, baby.”
His words were needy and desperate. He turned me onto my side and mimicked my position, only his cock was in direct contact with my face. We were in a sixty-nine position, and I loved it. It gave me easy access to his swollen shaft. I closed my eyes and wrapped my lips around his weeping cock. His tongue flirted with my length. He lapped at my precum before swallowing the entire length and hollowing his cheeks. I moaned and took more of him into my mouth. He throbbed and leaked more precum on my tongue. I moved my head back and forth, bobbing up and down his fully erect member. The sensation of his throat tightening around me was too intense. I paused and tried not to cum so early in the game. I wanted to draw this out as much as possible. Blow jobs from Greg were like a brand-new operating system. They knocked my socks off every time. He added a twisting motion to the mix and cradled my balls in his hand. He then rubbed them in time with his enthusiastic sucking.
It was hard to focus on pleasuring him when he was wreaking havoc on my body. He moved his mouth faster and faster around my shaft until I released his cock from my mouth and begged him for more. The constant flood of wetness and suction around my member was toe-curling and mind-blowing. I resorted to stroking him with shaky fingers and panted like a marathon runner. His veiny cock was ready to explode as I caressed his balls and stroked his perineum. “Fuck! Baby, I’m going to cum.”
I took him inside my mouth once more and deep throated him. He grunted and came like a champ. Ropes of cum jetted down my throat as he came harder than ever before. His body shuddered, and his toes curled with every throb of his cock. I swallowed every drop and quickly released him. My orgasm hit me out of nowhere. I dug my fingers into his thigh and flooded his mouth with globs of hot, sticky cum. He licked me clean before releasing me with a loud pop. I panted into the wrinkled sheets and rolled over onto my back. My muscles were nonexistent. I was simply a fluffy cloud floating in the sky.
Greg draped his arm over my sticky chest and stretched his muscles like a cat. “Now this is how you get off after hours of major blue balls.”
“Tell me about it.” I chuckled.
We listened to the relaxing sounds of Brazilian music and took our sweet time to recover. Greg rolled out of bed and snuck out of the room in search of our Sauvignon Blanc bottle. He returned with said bottle in hand and two wine glasses. We sipped on the zesty beverage and stared at the midnight ocean sparkling right outside my floor-to-ceiling windows. Waking up to that view every morning was therapeutic. I sometimes took it for granted.
Greg downed the rest of his wine and placed it on the bedside table. He then grabbed the bottle of lube and asked me to bend over for him. “Hand me that glass.”
I gave him my wine and got up on my hand
s and knees facing the window. “What do you have in mind, Your Highness? Are you going to shower me with wine and fuck me at the same time?”
His deep, throaty chuckle filled my ears. He leaned over me and licked the shell of my ear.
“Exactly.”
He poured the expensive wine all over my back and bathed the bed in it. “Oh, shit. It’s cold.”
“Don’t worry. You’ll be toasty warm in no time.”
He spread my ass cheeks apart and circled my opening with his tongue. He did it a couple of times before licking a hot trail from my ass to my neck. He lapped up the wine as he went and whispered the word ”tasty” in my ear. “Your skin is my “all you can eat buffet“ right now.”
He disappeared into the kitchen again and brought more food items. He squeezed chocolate sauce onto my back and added sprinkles and candy to the mix. He tightened his grip around my hips and feasted on my skin. The rough pad of his tongue laving the cocktail of dessert from my body made me arch my back and beg him to fuck me.
“Yum. That was weirdly delicious,” he said.
He pushed a chocolate-coated finger into my mouth, giving me a taste of his crazy concoction. The combination of sweet chocolate and citrusy wine was perfection. Greg was usually creative in bed, but this was a whole new level of foreplay. He finally lubed up his fingers and teased me some more. He pushed his thumb in and out of my puckered hole and played with my balls at the same time. I arched my hips and ground my ass against his crotch. His cock was hard and ready to fuck me into a galaxy far, far away. I was a spaceship ready for takeoff, and he was my propelling engine. His fingers traveled from my aching balls to my shoulders. “Are you ready for round two?” He dug his fingers into my shoulder blades and stretched me with the fat head of his cock. I arched my back like a cat and pressed my forehead against the wine-stained fabric. This position allowed for deeper penetration. He grunted and slid into me deeper. I could feel him all the way in my stomach. My cock stirred between my legs and begged me for attention. I took a deep breath and focused on the amazing sensation of Greg’s shaft entering me. He took his sweet time filling me up. His choppy breath filled my ear when he leaned over me and took my earlobe into his mouth. The wet, sucking sound of my opening swallowing his cock was like audible porn.
“Fuck. Do you like it when I deep dick you, baby?”
“Yes. Fuck. Yes!”
He slid all the way out of me and then speared me like a thick, juicy lightsaber. His hips collided with my behind with every punishing thrust. He wrapped an arm around my waist and moved me into a sitting position. His cock felt deeper this way. “Shit. You’re so big. So deep.”
His sweaty chest rubbed against my back. He reached around and fisted my cock. It was leaking precum like crazy. He slowed down his thrusts and moved in and out of me at a leisurely pace.
I reached behind his back and held onto his flexing ass cheeks. He licked the shell of my ear and moved his dexterous fingers up and down my hardening cock. He gathered the precum from the tip and traced circles around my slit. “Do you want it fast and hard or slow and steady?”
“Fast and hard, please.”
“You’re a sucker for instant gratification, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Damn, that’s kinda hot, Quin.” He kissed the side of my neck before pushing me down until my torso was parallel to the mattress. He smacked my ass and twisted his hips from side to side. I cried out and asked him to do it again. He rubbed my prostate a couple of times, pushing me more and more to my climax. Precum dripped out of me by the bucket. I was ready to cum at any second.
“Fuck,” he grunted, his slippery hands sliding over my chest as he fucked me hard. Our flesh slapped together, filling the room with erotic sex noises. I moaned and pushed my hips back to meet him. He released my cock in order to anchor me in place. He dug his short nails into my hips and drilled me into the mattress. It squeaked and made other weird noises. The headboard slammed against the wall as Greg’s powerful thrusts grew in intensity. The friction was lighting every nerve in my body on fire. My balls drew up, and my orgasm hit me like a freight train. It was cosmic and transcendent. I cried out and came all over the pillow.
“Oh, fuck.” A strangled cry escaped Greg’s lips as he came inside me.
I floated down from orgasm central and found him on his back with his flaccid cock laying seductively on his stomach. The bed sheets looked like an abstract painting. They were drenched in chocolate sauce, wine, candy, and cum. Greg hummed and wrapped his arms around me from behind. We cuddled in bed, both satiated and happy.
“This was fucking A-plus,” he whispered. “We outdid ourselves this time, hubby.”
“Yes, this was premium, first-class sex.”
“No, it was Yoda-level, cosmic shit.”
“Horny minds think alike.” I chuckled. “I was just thinking how cosmic and transcendent sex is with you. You should be immensely flattered.”
“Oh, I am. My ego’s through the roof. I made you cum like a fucking A-bomb.”
“That’s strangely violent.”
“Fine. I made you cum like one of those cartoon characters in Hentai porn.”
“Shit. How did you know I was into this specific niche?”
“I checked your internet history, love.”
“Oh, would you like to watch some?”
“Hell, yeah.”
22
Greg
Thanks to my private jet, charming smile, and seductive skills, I managed to talk Quin into flying to Raplen with me. We packed a small weekend suitcase and drove to the airport in an Uber limousine. The royal private jet picked us up from San Francisco airport at my behest. Louisa and Hannah accompanied us along with Adley. The jet was equipped with LCD screens, comfortable leather seats, and a young stewardess who served us snacks and olive Cosmos. I carried Adley around the spacious plane and switched on the cartoon channel. I sat her down in her toddler chair and sipped on my drink. We were the best of friends. She wrapped her tiny fingers around my thumb and watched her favorite dinosaur march on screen. It was her very first time on a jet, so I was excited to see her reaction.
Quin sat down next to Hannah and showed her his latest innovative app. I was immensely proud of him. He accomplished so much in the past five years. He should be popping champagne every other weekend. His tech business was doing so well.
Louisa suddenly snapped her fingers at me. “Keep an eye on Adley, will you?”
“I am keeping my eyes on her. Jeez.” I rolled my eyes at the infuriating woman. She was still a pain in my ass, but seeing me naked taught her a lesson on respecting boundaries. She stopped knocking on our door in the middle of the night, demanding we fetch her things from the kitchen. She also stopped moving my shit around the house.
I wish we could have ditched her uptight ass in San Francisco, but she was Quin’s mother. Queen Emmeline also insisted on meeting her, so I had no say in the matter. Everyone wanted to meet the guy who finally dragged me into the arms of monogamy. They were all shocked and amazed by my current relationship status. I tapped my fingers on the armrest and watched Adley giggle and sing along with Barney. She had no clue that we were floating high above the clouds. The jet climbed higher and higher until we reached cruising altitude. Our kickass pilot made our journey smooth so far.
Louisa asked our stewardess for more wine. She was busy watching a soap opera on her iPad. I yawned and stared out the window. The afternoon sun shone brightly in the pastel blue sky. Hannah suddenly plopped down beside me with a dimpled smile and a chic Dior dress. “So, Greggy, how do I look? Parisian chic or Instagram fashionista cool?”
“Umm..a bit of both.”
“Good answer.” She grinned. “So, how is married life?”
“Surprisingly great,” I said. “Shopping for groceries is horrendous though. Quin is into organic shit and environmentally friendly packaging. He told me he wanted to go vegan someday. I’m guessing this is your doing.”
She nodded. “Yep. Our cafe serves the best vegan desserts and drinks in Florida. You should swing by sometime. We’ll give you a family discount.”
“What? Discount? I thought family members dined for free at your hipstery establishment.”
She playfully bumped her shoulder against mine. “I was joking, silly. Your cakes and coffees are on the house. Scout’s honor. Just get your royal ass to Delray Beach. We have plenty of sun and sand. You will love it.”
“I’m actually planning on buying a nice beach house for us in South Florida. This way, we can visit you ladies during holidays and long weekends.”
“Greggy.” She rubbed my arm affectionately. “That would be so awesome! I mean, you’re more than welcome to crash at our small studio apartment, but a beach house on Seaspray Avenue would be so ideal.”
“You bet your butt it is.” I grinned. “So, I take it your cafe slash bookstore venture is going well?”
“Yes. Insanely well,” she said. “We might open another tiny branch on Pineapple Grove.”
“Oooh. Fancy.”
“Yup. We’re on a roll, Greggy!”
“Could you maybe not call me that? I’m not sixteen anymore, Hannah.”
“Speaking of your sweet sixteen, I still remember the day I caught Quin kissing you. That’s the first time I realized my brother was gay. You guys were sitting on the porch at midnight, locking lips and getting frisky.”
“Ah, yes, I forgot about your unhealthy obsession with me,” I teased Hannah. “You even snuck a bunch of peas under my bed to check if I was a real prince.”
“That was meant as a joke, silly.” She chuckled. “You were such a spoiled little brat back then.”
“True. I was kind of insufferable.”
“Yeah. We all went through our awkward teenage phases.”
Melissa, our cheerful stewardess, served us caviar on crackers and cocktail shrimp. I fed Adley a cracker and kissed her forehead. “Cutie Patootie.”
