by Xavier Neal
“Was?” I interrupt.
“Shut up,” he says to me. “I was some trouble at your age but Uncle Luke wasn’t a saint. Ask him to tell you about John Stable in the janitor’s closet someday.”
“What?” Dean nearly chokes on a chip. “You hooked up in a janitor’s closet?”
“I didn’t know that,” Erin leans forward. “Did you let him dust off those cobwebs in your jeans?”
“Enough!” Luke snaps loudly, tossing his napkin on the table. “Change of subject.” His eyes land back on me and Lex who’s staring at me with a glimmer of trouble in her eyes.
Now that’s fucking sexy.
“So you’re in a band.” the Kid grabs another hot dog.
I swear that’s the sixth one he’s had. I feel someone should be concerned. Hell, shouldn’t he be concerned?
“Does that mean we can watch you play?” he smiles mischievously.
“If your fake ID holds up you can,” her answer causes Logan to smirk. Before the Kid can ask how she knows, she says, “Come on, Kid. It’s obvious you have one.”
“Had one,” he mutters shoving a chip in his mouth.
“I’d be down for coming to see you play,” C.J. croaks up as his phone starts blaring in his pocket.
“That’d be awesome.” Lex’s finger twirls in a circle on my thigh right next to my dick creating the desire to stiffen.
And to throw her on this table.
Our attention turns to C.J. who moves Erin off his lap as he shouts, “Wait, wait, wait! Slow down, Stuart...”
While we watch him slip inside the house I ask, “Why isn’t Stuart here?”
“Because he always has something more important to do,” Luke groans.
Stuart’s the only one from our family that’s missing from the BBQ. Well, that and Maxx. But that’s just a technicality, right? One that we can let slide...
“He’s out of town on a family emergency,” Erin speaks before getting up to sit next to her brother and Kellar. “Now tell us more about the rock star life style! How many celebrities have you met? How many have you made out with? OH! OH! Adam Levine, sweetheart in person or whiny prick?”
Lex laughs at Erin but then starts answering the millions of questions that are flying out of everyone’s mouth. She tells stories that only someone in a band could and the entire time, her body is in some way connected to mine. Hand holding. Leaning into my embrace. Stroking my side, my thigh, the back of my neck. It feels so goddamn natural, it’s unreal.
This is my family. I mean my real family. These are the people that stand by me and support me. These are the people that give a fuck about me and don’t just compare me to my brother. These are the people that matter. Is it weird how easily she fits right in? Like she should’ve been here my whole life?
Chapter 4
Lex
Have you ever woken up with someone’s warm mouth on your pussy like you’re what’s for breakfast? Huh. Me either. Well, before now.
A soft moan slips out of me as my hips roll up towards Tony’s mouth that’s feasting like he’s been deprived. Like, I’m the only thing that’s going to cure the hunger for this starving man.
Holy shit, I’ve never met a man with a tongue like this.
My hands that are stretched above my head make the attempt to move when there’s resistance. Immediately, I try to maneuver them again before moving my eyes up to see that they’re tied together to his bed post by a tie.
In a whimper I demand, “Untie me.”
Tony’s tongue stops toying with the jewelry on my clit to answer, “No.” Without any more discussion he returns to rolling his tongue around, devouring me with a combination of strokes and sucks that barely have time to flag down orgasm one before it flies by onto orgasm two.
I call out his name helplessly while straining my trapped hands out to touch him, bucking my hips recklessly at him, desperate for his tongue to give me a third one.
Is that even possible? Does anyone come three times from this? Is that like some sort of record? Can you check that? I would love to see his tongue placed next to that entry and him given an award.
Tony’s hands lift my ass up to keep his tongue buried inside its new home, the intensity of the pushes and the toying with my clit is too much yet at the same time, not enough.
His face leans slightly out as he teases me with a lick, “You wanna come again don’t you?” He doesn’t bother to let me answer. He licks my pussy again. My hands jerk, but don’t get to go anywhere.
“Untie me...,” I plead.
“No,” he says more sternly than before.
This time he lets his teeth gently scrape against the jewelry creating enough pressure that if he continues, I’ll get exactly what I want.
Fuck that. Need at this point.
“Untie me please,” I beg.
Tony’s face smirks wide as he teases, “You want more of my tongue, baby?”
“Mmhm,” my mouth leaks through a whimper.
“Then you’ll stay tied.” He responds and drags two fingers down my pussy, eyes still latched onto me. “Who’s tongue do you want?”
Smirking at him I reply, “Yours!”
Those same two fingers lightly tease my entrance.
He’s going to fucking kill me. I’m going to overdose on orgasms from him. Is that a real thing?
“My.” He slides the two in slightly, body so ready for him that accommodating them all the way would be easy. “Name.” They sink in a little further as he continues punctuating each word with a shallow thrust. “Your.” Thrust. “Lips.” Thrust. “Now.” And on the last word they slide all the way inside as his mouth lowers to finish the job.
Immediately my body tenses up when I cry out weakly, “Tony! Oh god! I’m coming!” And I do, the magnitude of it so strong my entire body is shaking like a chihuahua who’s been left out in the rain.
Satisfied, Tony’s fingers glide out of me as he pulls himself up my body. My eyes struggle to open. However, once they are, they land directly into his beautiful blue ones that always stare at me like I’m perfect.
Which I’m not. I’m so far from it, he shouldn’t even wanna touch me.
With a crooked smile he pulls at whatever was holding my wrist finally setting me free. A soft kiss lands on my cheek before he croons in my ear, “Good morning, baby.”
“That it is,” is my reply as he lifts himself off the bed forcing my brain to realize not only is he not naked, but he is dressed in a suit, the only part missing is dangling from his fingertips.
“Thanks for giving this back,” he cheekily says, swinging it around his neck.
Rolling over onto my side, I prop my face on my hand. “You’re not seriously going to wear that tie to work are you?”
“Why wouldn’t I wanna wear the tie that made my wife come not once, not twice, but three times before 8 a.m.?” His slight chuckle is followed by him wiggling his eyebrows.
“We could make it four...” I tempt him moving the blanket completely out of the way. “And definitely at least once for you.”
Tony’s eyes scroll across my body causing him to struggle with tying the tie. Contemplation written on his face.
Work is overrated right?
“No...” he slowly denies shaking his head in an attempt to shake off my invitation.
“You sure?” My finger playfully touches my nipple evoking a whimper out of him.
“I-I-I can’t. Maxx and I have a meeting at The Q downtown. We’re supposed to be planning a charity fundraiser event for children with Leukemia.”
I softly smile at him.
Yeah. The rock star in the making married the computer nerd who helps coordinate event planning and promotions. Sounds like a bad movie right? Or a corny book? Why are you looking at me like that?
“What are the chances that she’ll speak to me more than necessary?”
“My bet’s with Kellar. She won’t talk to you for at least three days.”
His dark brown eyebrows scrunch at
me. “You’re betting on my misery?” Carefree I nod. “And with Kellar nonetheless?” Still not seeing the issue I nod again. “My wife, my side...”
“Babe, a sure thing is a sure thing.” I shrug and he glares again. “Oh get your panties out of a twist, Mr. Reed. Loosen up. You’re more fun that way.”
The frown fades away and he grins that charming smile that grabbed me the night we met. It’s not the one that he uses in group conversations. It’s not the one he flashes for his brother. It’s the one that he lets out when he’s relaxed. When his inhibitions are let go of. When he’s free.
I know because it’s the same smile I have for him. Son of a bitch! Why am I being so fucking sappy? Please, just tug on one of my earrings the next time I get all mushy.
“Go to work,” I insist. “I have rehearsal anyway.” He nods as he grabs his shoulder bag from next to the bedside table. “But remember all work and no lays makes Tony a grumpy boy.”
Shaking his head on a laugh he backs out of the room. “Oh don’t worry. With you around there will never be a reason to be grumpy.”
When he’s out of sight, my head hits the back of his light sand colored sheets and I do my best to push out of my mind how much it’s going to suck when he wakes up and realizes that his momentary need to do something stupid to stand out is over.
Chapter 5
Lex
Kronk twirls his drumstick around his fingertips still staring at me with a skeptical look.
It looks like his brain hurts. And his actual last name is Kronk. Go ahead and judge him. I did.
“Kronk, I will turn your nut sack into a drum set if you don’t stop fucking looking at me like that,” I snap pulling my legs up against my gray tank top covered chest.
“You don’t look different,” is his response. “But there’s no way our little Lix would just up and marry some dude in Vegas.” I give him a sarcastic look. “Fuck. Fine. You would. But you wouldn’t stay married to him. Not once that Jim was out of your system.”
“I need the Visa or its back to Wales I go. You know this,” I reiterate pulling at the hole in my dark blue chucks.
“I told you I would’ve married you,” Kronk offers stretching his monstrous feet out to prop them in the empty chair across from him.
Size of a lumberjack, brain the size of a pea.
“And had to sleep with you for the next three years as a thank you? Pass.” My head lands on my knees.
“Oh but marrying the professor is better? Aren’t you sleeping with him?”
The memory of Tony’s mouth between my legs has me clutching them tighter together.
Yup. He’s gotta be the record holder for mouth to twat orgasms.
“Willingly,” I point out and Kronk groans giving his black beard a scratch. “Besides he’s not a professor.”
“A professional stick in the mud, whatever he is,” my bandmate continues. “That dude isn’t your type.”
“Of course he’s my type,” I rebut, seeing our guitarist and bass player entering the building back from lunch. “I’m everyone’s dirty little mistake.”
“Lix—”
“Save it, Kronk. You and I both know that. I didn’t get the nickname from my ability to deep throat a tootsie pop.”
Which I can. But let’s stay focused.
“Look, this whole green card through marriage thing will be over before long. We’ll do the couples test, pictures or whatever, sign some forms and be done. With it and each other I’m sure. It’ll be simple.”
“With you, Lix?” Kronk hops to his feet. “What ever is?”
Do not ask for conformation on that...
Chapter 6
Tony
“Kid—”
“Uncle Tony, you have to be here,” he insists on the other end of the phone.
Leaning against the bar that connects to the kitchen in my apartment, I stop checking the status of my stocks that are soaring.
Do I like to play the stock market? Not really. My step-father on the other hand only believes in presents in this form, so I do what I can. I know a thing or two, even if I don’t care for it. Still makes me money. Not that I need extra.
“Look, you ran the drills that got me on the team while dad was away. You kept practicing with me up until we finally made the finals. You’ve been at every game you possibly could’ve right next to mom cheering me on. It’s the playoffs. Last one and we make state championship. You have to be here.”
“Kid—”
“Bring Aunt Lex,” he encourages.
Oh yeah. Bring the reason I can’t come, to the event. That makes sense.
“Dean,” I state firmly. “I’d come but—”
“No buts.”
“Your mom—”
“She’ll be fine.”
“She has successfully not spoken to me about things outside of work for four days. I doubt she wants me there.”
“Probably not. But you know her. I come before anything like that. If I want you here, then she’d love to have you here. Come on, Uncle Tony. You’re family.”
Leave it to the sixteen year old to be the voice of reason. I don’t know where he gets it from. Kellar has no logic in his body whatsoever. I assume that’s from all the MMA fighting.
“Fine,” I grouse logging out of everything on my computer.
“Better leave now. Traffic’s a bitch at this time.”
“Mouth,” my snap makes him chuckle victoriously on the phone.
Damn nephew.
“See you in the stands.” He says before hanging up.
You know, I never expected to click with him the way I have. He’s just like Kellar who I had a shitty track record with up until recently, so I expected some resistance. But it wasn’t like that at all. He looks up to me. He asks me for chick advice. Occasionally even math advice. Funny thing is, he makes me want kids some day while my own parents have made me loathe the idea.
My front door suddenly opens to reveal Lex’s gorgeous presence. Thankfully she interrupts the path of unhappy thoughts I was beginning to stroll down. I let my eyes admire the black lace vest covering her hot pink bra, her holey jeans, and flip flops. Her bright red hair that I love to tug is twisted up high in a bun on top of her head. My cock nudges against my zipper.
Never been this easy to get me fucking hard. Honest. Why are you looking at me like all guys say that?
“Is it bad that when you look at me like that, I get soaking wet on the spot?”
If I wasn’t already married to her, I’d probably ask.
Adjusting my dick, I shut my laptop closed and stroll over to her. Without another word, I lift her small frame up, so her legs are wrapped around me, her bag and keys now on the floor. She drapes her arms around me and lowers her soft lips to mine. Pleased, I groan and squeeze her tight ass hard.
Our tongues get reacquainted on our way over to my leather couch where I drop her on it. I lay my body on top of hers, my hands fiddling with the button on her jeans. The second it pops open, I pull the zipper down, slip my hand underneath the fabric of her thong, and push a finger inside verifying that she is indeed wet.
Soaking. Just like she said. At least I didn’t marry a liar.
Her head hits the back of the couch as she moans my name, “Tony...”
With a sharper thrust I demand, “Again.” Pulling slowly out, I slide two fingers in this time. “My name. Again.”
“Tony...,” she whimpers breathlessly.
Watching her rhythmically wiggle under my fingers reminds me of every porn I’ve seen. Her head is tossed back. Her hands are clutching at anything she can get a hold of. Her skin is flushed and as my name falls from her lips repeatedly, it’s like I’m the only person in the entire goddamn world who can satisfy her.
It’s all any dude ever wants. To feel like we’re the only one who can do this to you. Even if it’s not true, we want to believe it is. Remember that.
“So close,” Lex whispers continuing to take everything my fingers are providin
g. The moment my thumb begins toying with her clit ring I know it’s over. She arches up, pushing her body into my moving hand, riding the wave of coming.
Think the Kid would understand if I skipped his game for this?
The minute Lex starts to wind down, I pull my fingers out of her jeans, and she attempts to undress me. “Why do you have to wear so many clothes?”
Chuckling, I briefly kiss her and grab her hands. “Because I have to go.”
Her perfect small lips push a displeased pout. “Veto.”
“If only,” I mutter peeling my body off of hers. “It’s the Kid’s final game before the championship. If they win they go. I’ve been to almost all of his games. He called begging me to come.”
Lex tilts her head to the side, a very soft look on her face. “That’s sweet.”
“It’s a pain,” I groan.
The Kid’s a cock block and for once it affects me.
“It’s not,” she pops up, her hot pink thong that matches her bra calling my name from her unbuttoned pants.
Fighting the urge to reach out and shove her bottoms off to get a better look at it, I shove my hands in my jeans. “Wanna come?”
Suddenly Lex gets the look on her face like she does any time I ask her do something outside of the bedroom.
It’s weird. It’s this strange thing like she’s in disbelief that I would want her for more than sex. Who wouldn’t want her for more than sex? She’s so much fucking fun.
“Lex,” I call bringing her out of her own head. “You in? It’s high school basketball. I won’t blame you if you say no.”
“Um...,” she buttons her pants. “You sure you want me to?”
“You mean ‘cause of the Maxx thing?”
“I mean because you’re taking this marriage thing really seriously,” she retorts. My eyebrows furrow forcing her to continue, “I’m just saying, I appreciate this favor. A lot. I appreciate you letting me crash here rather than another hotel room. I appreciate that it’s probably just to make it look like we’re really in love...” her voice briefly breaks, “...or whatever. But you don’t have to keep inserting me into your life. I know it’ll make it easier for when we get our interview, but seriously. I’m good at faking things.”