by B L Morticia
True, we could, but I didn’t want to. I liked my condominium, my gorgeous Chicago view, my twenty-four-hour security, my access to the pool on the roof, the conference room, the fitness center, all the amenities I wouldn’t get in Cobalt. And yet, a part of me said, “who cares about the luxuries when you could have what was missing in your life?”
Love.
The love of not only one man, but two. The three of us raising Macy to be a gorgeous young woman. Santiago had been right when he said she wouldn’t understand how different her family was from others. I didn’t wish to be more of a strange one. It was already hard being black and gay. Why add that I loved two men to the list? Seemed unfair to all of us. And I didn’t think all the good sex in the world was worth taking the risk.
And yet, here I was, still staring at the door Jonas Sandbauck left out of. The door I brought him into less than two days ago, ready to fuck his brains out, thinking I could get my rocks off and forget.
Boy was I wrong.
Instead, I was left with a longing that filled every bit of my body and soul.
A desire for someone unmatched even by what I’d had with Santiago or Pierre.
A want so dangerous and primal, I’d been reeling ever since I left him in the bed earlier this morning to go shower. Even after we’d been fucking for a good portion of the last thirty-six hours, I’d jerked off in the shower. I dreamed of him under me, begging for my cock, then feverishly kissing me.
Oh, God, I craved all he could give me. I wanted Jonas and Santiago with me. So much so, my body ached for both of them.
Who knew the big lug could entice me the way he did? Leaving me in pain, throbbing with desire in my groin and my ass where he only caressed my taint. When he did, I wanted him to take me. Ravage me and slam his cock into me like I’d done to him so many times before.
How could this be?
As I sat on my sofa, wracking my brain, I came up with no answers.
Was I that sex starved?
Had the self-imposed abstinence gotten the best of me?
Perhaps so, but I had to get over it soon. I had arrangements to make and…
Absentmindedly, I felt around in my pocket, pulling out the piece from Jonas’s shirt I’d torn off his body. When he’d realized I’d destroyed it, he thought nothing of it, simply picking up the pieces and throwing them in the trash. However, he’d dropped one piece and when he wasn’t looking I shoved it into the couch cushions. While he slept, I’d moved it from the sofa to my bedroom dresser drawer and today, when I’d left him in bed, I’d pulled it out along with my joggers and t-shirt. Keeping it close because, regardless of what happened between all of us, at least I’d have a memento.
Something to remind me of the romp with Jonas Sandbauck that opened my personal Pandora’s box.
That little time spent with Jonas broke something inside me and made me weak.
Weak with need.
A need that wouldn’t disappear anytime soon no matter how much I wanted it to.
Fucking Jonas Sandbauck.
Once my mortal enemy and now, I desired the man almost as much as Santiago.
Or did I desire him more?
That was a question for the ages and I wished I knew the answer. Even with the self-examination, it didn’t quell my desire one bit.
I knew I had it bad, and yet, I didn’t feel remorse. With Macy in Santiago’s capable hands I could act like a horny teen, if only for a little while. I would allow my thoughts and emotions to take over my brain, getting lost in the post coital haze.
Thoroughly relaxed and aroused, I leaned back on the cushions of my sofa. I pulled the cloth from my pocket, lifting it to my nose and inhaling the strong smells of Jonas’s sweat and musk. I closed my eyes, sensing my dick pulsating in my sweats, aching to get out, so I obliged. Without thinking, I yanked my jogging pants down enough for my cock to pop out from underneath. I hissed in pleasure when the cool air hit the tip, which was already wet with pre-cum.
“Mmph. Fuck…” I placed the piece down on the side, then lifted my shirt up to my nipples. While I toyed with one, I nibbled on my bottom lip, thinking of Jonas up under me, taking every inch and screaming for me to hate fuck him.
And I did, but I didn’t hate the man.
As a matter of fact, it was the opposite.
Even in this short time, I could see myself having moments like we did in the kitchen on the regular. We’d just finished round two, and we left the bed, still covered in spunk, to go grab a snack.
With the vision firmly in mind, I spat on my hand to jerk on my cock some more while the other busied itself pinching my taut skin under my own fingertips. I sucked in a breath, eyes fluttering, waiting for the next flashback to roll through my head.
* * * *
“What would you like to eat? I don’t have much here since I’ve been sleeping at the hospital. I told my maid to go grab some fruits and vegetables for now.”
“That’ll work,” Jonas said, kissing me quickly before opening the fridge.
Standing behind him, I eyed Jonas’s beautiful body with the moonlight shining on that glorious ass of his and smacked it.
Jonas yelped, nearly dropping the yogurt, grapes, and strawberries from his hands as he turned to face me.
“Hey watch it, man!” He laughed and leaned in to kiss me again.
“What can I say? I love your butt. All I want to do is smack it and fuck it.” I did it again, and he jumped, but this time he kept a solid grip on all the snacks. “We could go sit by the counter or…”
“No. Let’s sit right here in front of the fridge. You first.” Jonas flashed me a wicked grin.
Although I wondered what my temporary lover had in store, it didn’t deter me from doing what he’d asked. Slowly I dropped to my knees and sat down on the freezer side.
Jonas pulled the fridge side wide open, then lowered himself onto the floor.
“Move over in front of the fridge babe. You’re gonna need somethin’ to keep you cool.”
I eyed him curiously and did as he commanded.
After Jonas placed the items down, he crawled closer, placing both legs on either side of my body. With a little maneuvering, Jonas positioned his ass right above my cock which was now only semi hard. While taking my lips in between his, Jonas moved back and forth on my length, making my erection rise.
“Fuck, Jonas. Oh God!”
Both of us breathed hard while we kissed. His dick poked me in the stomach as he rode me, and mine now leaked with my pre-cum. Jonas was careful not to ride back on it, for we were unprepared.
Or at least I thought we were.
In moments, the rustling of a condom packet sounded and Jonas pulled away, showing me the latex in his hand.
“You are always prepared.”
“Gotta be, my man. What can I say, my superiors always taught me well.”
As he prepped me, I laughed. “Where were you hiding it? Behind your ear?”
“No, in my hand. I just didn’t allow you to see it,” Jonas chuckled while he took the yogurt in hand. He pulled the lid off, then the protective covering. With his eyes glued to mine, he licked the rim.
Watching him, I nearly spurted right then and there. He made the simplest of things sexy, even eating yogurt.
“Now close your eyes, lean back, and let me do the work.”
I did as he asked.
“Why? Oh…”
My breath caught in my chest. After opening my eyes, I leaned back on the shelving in the fridge. Jonas flicked my nipples with his cold tongue, then trailed back until he reached my lips.
Still kissing him, I admired the guy who pretended to be my boyfriend. I was thoroughly transfixed by him as he seduced me, doing what he could to make me forget my grief if only for a while. I was very grateful. The next few days, planning a funeral and a repast would wear me down, so I might as well enjoy myself now.
After he broke our lip lock, I immediately felt the loss and whimpered. He left a trail on my chin t
hen dipped his finger into the cup of dessert again before reaching behind himself.
“Jonas, you’re−are you…?” I couldn’t believe what this man was doing. Acting like a lover and then some, thrilling me in bed and out with all his stunts and surprises.
No wonder Santiago didn’t want to leave him.
As Jonas fingered himself, he exhaled and his eyes rolled up into his head. After only a minute or so, he grit his teeth while sinking himself onto my dick.
“Fuck, Jonas!” I yelled out at the top of my lungs, wrapping both arms around his waist.
With more yogurt on his tongue, he pressed our lips together, feeding me the milky white substance while we tangled tongues. With a pop, he let me go again and without missing a beat, he reached on the side, bringing a few grapes to my lips.
“You’re feeding me…” I said through hampered breaths, pushing myself into him and dying a little every time I realized I was close to coming. I wished to stay inside his heat for the rest of the night into the morning and beyond.
If only we could be something more… if only.
I was disturbed from my daze when Jonas pried my mouth open, tossing one grape in. He placed one in between his teeth and mashed the two grapes together as we kissed.
“Jo… oh God, you are…” I nearly choked on the fruit, getting so excited by our movements and rhythms in front of this fridge. Despite the cool air, drops of perspiration formed on my forehead and the heat swarmed around us as if we were outside. We were doing so much more than fucking. We were making love, and for a moment I swore it was more than just pretending.
While we captured each other’s mouths, I shivered when what I supposed was the yogurt dripped on my flesh. I opened my eyes, seeing Jonas licking it off my neck and sucking my Adam’s apple as if it were my dick.
“Baby!” I called out to him, but Jonas didn’t let up. He pushed me back, dragging his yogurt smeared fingers over my neckline and the top of my chest. In haste, he licked that from my skin, then came back up, pushing his tongue deep inside my mouth.
Jonas pulled off, and I watched him move up and down on my dick like a pro. He grabbed a strawberry and smashed it in his hand, then reached down between us, grabbing his own shaft.
“Ugh. Myles, you’re gonna come for me. Come for me hard,” Jonas said in between hitched breathing and moans.
I pressed our lips together, then joined my hand with his while the other held him steady on my lap. He bounced harder and faster, and before I knew it, he came, spattering his release on my chest.
Jonas threw his head back a moment, then peered at me with a wild look in his eye. He dragged a finger through the liquid, bringing it to my lips.
Like a hungry animal, I sucked it as if my life depended on it. I pushed my dick into his ass, feeling my explosion on the horizon. I pulled it out, then devoured his mouth with my own, spurring me on to do more.
“Come for me, Myles. Come on… you’re right there!”
“Oh fuck!” I yelled and grabbed him, crushing our lips together as the shudders wrecked me from head to toe. My legs shook, and I growled into his mouth while I held his shoulders, slamming into him with every bit of energy I had left.
“Jonas! Fuck! Oh God!” I pulled away, gnashing my teeth together as I filled the barrier between us. I wished I could fuck him bare, but that wouldn’t occur, at least not now.
With that happening, the floor seemed to move beneath us. I squeezed him tightly to me, closing my eyes, enjoying the bursts of light behind my eyelids. Explosions, fireworks in bright colors as I came harder than I had in bed.
God what this man did to me. It was unbelievable.
Undeniable.
The feeling of our bodies joined put me in the stage of bliss and heaven.
I never wanted to leave, I never…
* * * *
“Ugh! God!” I thrashed on the sofa, holding the piece of cloth on my dick. Feeling the cool air whisk over my moist forehead, I opened my eyes and looked down at the mess I’d made on my own body.
“What the hell?” I laughed to myself and pulled my shirt down. I’d need a shower after I took a nap. I knew I had phone calls to make to people about the arrangements, but it could wait until I rested and recovered from my own undoing, my own−
“Myles? Hey, Myles, it’s me. Uh.”
Sarah’s voice sounded, followed by footsteps stopping in the foyer, leading to where I sat on the sofa, soaked in my own release and sweat.
Thank goodness the cloth covered my dick. I hastily pulled my pants up and looked over at Sarah’s bulging eyes and mouth agape.
“I… um. Why didn’t you call me?” I asked, placing both hands on either side of my body.
Sarah shrugged. “I did. Even the doorman tried before I came up here. I’m sorry.”
“That’s okay. I…” I looked around, hoping there was nothing on the sofa or table in front of me. “Obviously, I was in another place. I suppose I didn’t hear my phone.”
“It’s fine, Myles. You’re a guy. All guys like to get off. Us girls do too,” Sarah dashed past me into her room, not saying anything else.
“Um, right. So, I need to take a shower, okay, and I need a nap. Macy isn’t here, she’s with Santiago.”
“Oh, okay. I was hoping to see her. I miss the little bundle,” Sarah called from her room.
I smiled to myself, thinking of my Macy and what she could be doing.
By now, she might be playing with Santiago or even Jonas if his bus sped home from Chicago.
And it was at that moment my emotions got the best of me and I cried because although Sarah was here, I was truly all alone. My man, or what could be my men if I made the choice, were in Cobalt with my niece. The only living Greyson who remained other than me and my druggie sister.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Santiago
For the fourth time over the last hour, I glanced at my cellphone. Jonas messaged me saying he was on his way, but I was antsy. Now that he was coming home I missed him even more.
Macy was sleeping right now. Surely once he got here, she’d be ready to play with him.
Sitting on the stoop, I leaned back against the railing with the monitor in hand. I looked down the street, across, everywhere wondering when Jonas would return. One thing for sure, I’d do everything in my power to avoid being separated from him again. Whether or not Myles went along with our plan.
Drumming my fingers on the concrete, I eyed my phone. Just as I was about to call, a car drove up and I lifted my head. The cab pulled up to the curb and my man jumped out, with his duffel bag on his back and a big smile on his face.
“Oh God, I’m so happy to see you.” I stood up and brushed off my backside.
Jonas hurried over and before I knew it, lifted me into his arms, swinging me around with no effort at all. When he stopped I wrapped both of my arms around his neck and pressed my lips against his. The minute I did, shots of adrenaline raced through my veins to every sex zone on my body. My cock jolted in my jeans and instantly, I ached for him to take me, hard and fast, not letting me go until the morning. Pamela was in the spare bedroom so I’d ask her if she’d keep an eye on Macy while I welcomed Jonas back.
“I missed you, Jonas. Missed you so much.” I said between kisses and squeezes on his neck. I stopped kissing him and leaned down, licking from his chin down to his neckline.
“Missed you too. I stopped in town to grab a bite. I couldn’t wait until I got here, plus, I didn’t want to waste any time we had tonight on eating. Unless it was you,” Jonas winked at me.
That comment sent chills up and down my spine. Right then I needed him to show me exactly what he meant.
“Good, because I want you. I need you to make love to me. Now.”
Jonas laughed. “And I feel the same, but I wanna see Macy. Is she awake?”
“No. We might be able to catch a quickie before she does.” I crushed my lips on top of his again.
“Sounds like a plan. Let’s go
on inside so we don’t wind up giving the neighbors a show.” Jonas smacked me on the butt.
I yelped, but I enjoyed the little playful spanking.
Jonas put me down and we walked inside our apartment, hand in hand.
He dropped his bag at the door, then followed me to the living room where we sat on the couch, slowly so as not to break it.
“So.” Jonas pulled me close. “You missed me, huh?”
“More than anything. I have to say, Macy took up a lot of my time these past few days but when you called, I got all excited and couldn’t wait to see you. Me and Pamela tired her out, I think. She’s been asleep for the last two hours.”
“Oh. She’ll probably be up soon then,” Jonas regarded me. “I missed you, but I missed her too. I told Myles she might not want to go back to Chicago because we’ve been taking her everywhere and showing her off.”
When Jonas mentioned Macy leaving us, I couldn’t help but get choked up. Though I’d started loving Macy as my own, I needed to prepare myself for the fact Myles might not be our third. And that meant no Macy unless I visited her. Not that I wanted to ignore her, but I might need to wean myself off because Myles would want her back in the coming days.
“Santi?” Jonas’s blue eyes met mine.
With that look, the tears welled up under my eyelids.
“I… oh God, Jonas. I can’t bare this. I can’t think of not having little Macy with us.”
“Shhh, hey, hey, I gotta good feeling that won’t happen, okay?”
“Oh?” I sniffed and held onto him, shaking like a leaf in the wind. I was glad one of us was confident, because I felt like my dream of being a family was slipping away.
“Yes. Look, no question, Myles is stubborn, but I still think he’ll realize we could all have something special with Macy that he can’t provide on his own.”
“You think? I mean, what makes you say that?”
Jonas smiled at me and pulled me into his chest. “I just have this feeling. We talked a little, and to tell you the truth, he pissed me off right before I left.”
“Really? What did he say?”
