Page 58 of Someone to Call My Own
I released the top button and licked and sucked his bare skin just above his trimmed pubic hair, eliciting a deep groan from him. I worked the next button free and pressed my nose against the short hairs, breathing in Jon’s masculine smell and teasing the base of his cock with the tip of my tongue. I continued my torture until his erection was free. I took my time licking a path along the thick vein that ran from root to tip, swirling my tongue around his swollen head and moaning when I captured his salty essence on my tongue. I’d choose his savory taste over something sweet any day of the week.
“Emory,” Jon cried out when I opened my mouth wide and sucked him to the back of my throat. I liked that the tables had turned and he was at my mercy. My chuckle vibrated and rippled along the length of his cock, adding to his stimulation. “Feels so good.”
I loved giving Jon head because he was so verbal and bossy. He wasn’t ashamed of his needs and wants, and it was an insane turn on knowing that I was who he wanted and needed. I worked his cock fast and hard then soft and slow to bring him to the edge then backed him off. I had no issues swallowing his load, but that morning I wanted him to fuck me rough and hard until he spilled inside me.
“Stand up,” he demanded.
Jon grabbed my shoulders and nudged me toward the stairs. He swatted my ass playfully once I started up the steps. Instead of continuing up them, I dropped to my knees on the landing halfway up where the staircase turned before it continued its ascent. The carpet runner was soft beneath my knees, and the air felt cool against my bare ass that I presented to Jon.
“Jesus fuck,” he snarled as he removed his clothes then dropped to his knees a few steps beneath me.
He pounced and feasted on my ass, working me open with his tongue and making sure I was wet and ready before he gave me what I wanted. Sex—rough, raw, and real. Jon gripped my ass hard with his hands as he worked his dick inside me. My moans had nothing to do with any physical discomfort; they were all about the wicked pleasure he made me feel.
“Damn, you feel so fucking good,” he said in a guttural voice. Jon didn’t ask if I was sure, he didn’t stop to make sure I was okay, he reacted on pure instinct to rut and mate.
Jon gripped my hips hard enough to bruise me, adding to my excitement, then set out on a fierce pace that expertly pegged my prostate with every hard thrust forward. Jon released my hip to reach around and grip my cock. It didn’t take too many pumps before I shot all over the carpet. My orgasm triggered his, and we both yelled each other’s names as we rutted against each other as our climaxes worked through us.
“I think you killed me,” Jon said when he collapsed onto the carpeted landing beside me. He turned his head and looked at me with concern. “Did I hurt you, Em? I was rough.”
“I’ve never been better.” Then I chuckled as a thought occurred to me. “Was that your attempt at playing hard to get?”
Jon snorted then laughed hard at the ridiculous idea that he could somehow resist my charms. “You wore me down,” he said, his eyes crinkling at the corner from smiling so wide. It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. “Wait a minute,” Jon said as he recalled a different part of our conversation. “I want my anniversary gift now.”
“That was it,” I said innocently. “I gave you unrestrained access to my hole. Wasn’t that enough?” I attempted a playful pout but must’ve failed because he laughed at me.
“Where’s my present?” Jon asked, sounding and looking like an excited little boy. How long had it been since someone gave him an unexpected gift?
“It’s up in our bedroom,” I said. “Come on.”
Jon got to his feet and shoved me lightly so he could run past me to reach our bedroom first. I laughed so hard that I couldn’t follow him right away. By the time I got to our room, he’d opened both the drawers in our bedside tables and was heading toward the dresser. I had something hidden in there that I wasn’t ready for him to see. It was the only part of my vision that I hadn’t told him about yet. I wasn’t exactly sure when I would spring that surprise on him.
“Hey,” I said, catching his attention. “You can quit ripping and tearing through here looking for your gift. I stashed them so I could whip them out at the right moment.” I walked over to the bed, reached inside my pillowcase, and pulled out an envelope. “You sure know how to kill a surprise.”
Jon looked worried that I was upset with him.
“I’m kidding, baby,” I said. “I love your enthusiasm. Hell, I can’t wait to see what you’re like on Christmas morning.”
Jon pulled me to him and held my nude body against his. “You see my Christmas morning face every day when I open my eyes and see that you’re still here.”
“Charmer.” It worked too because I was ready to melt into a puddle at his feet. Who knew such a gruff man could say such sweet things? “Open it.”
Jon took the envelope from me and ripped it open. “Oh, Em!” He looked up from the Yankee tickets he held in his hand. “Are you sure you’re ready to travel so soon?”
“Dr. Rosenau gave the okay after my last scan. We’re moving forward with our lives, Jon. Someday this,” I ran my hand over my stubbly scalp, “will be a distant memory.”
Jon chuckled and tucked my head under his chin. “This is an amazing gift.”
“We’re just getting started, Jon.”
Six months later…
“Tell the truth, Em. Did you have to perform sexual favors to get these seats? This is the World Fucking Series.”
“My granddad pulled a few strings, but I doubt he blew anyone,” Emory replied after he finished swallowing the bite of hotdog he was quickly mowing through. “We can ask him when we have Thanksgiving dinner with him.”
I respected and admired a lot about Connor Whelan, especially the way he loved Emory. “Will your mother be there?” I asked. Over the past few months, Audrey had attempted to repair her relationship with Emory. I’d met her but couldn’t say I liked her. I recalled our first interaction vividly.
“Why did no one call me and tell me about Emory’s brain tumor? I’m his mother and I had a right to know and be here for him!”