by King, C. M
He pulled away smiling, and I breathed a sigh of relief when his fingers slipped away from my side. “I like the sound of you being my slave.”
I liked the sound of it myself.
I would gladly be at his beck and call for all things bedroom related, but I needed to make some conditions of my own before I verbally agreed to anything.
“Only on one condition.” I watched him bite back the grin about to spread across his face.
“Which is?” he asked raising an eyebrow.
My eyes flicked up and down the length of him. “As long as you let me have free reign of this gorgeous body.” I rolled him over onto his back, dropping down to press my lips against his abs. I ran my tongue teasingly along the grooves of each muscle. His body shivered underneath me, enjoying every moment of my teasing.
“Ahh, so you’re only with me for my body?” he asked. I smiled, hearing the amusement in his voice. He was enjoying every single moment of my teasing.
I looked up and rested my chin on his firm stomach, and my eyes locked with his. “Of course,” I said with the most deadpan expression I could muster. My hand slid along his glorious torso, my fingers trailing along every perfect muscle.
“So what happens if I develop a pot belly, you know after eating all these Maltesers?”
I instantly hitched myself up onto my elbows. “Well, I’d have to leave you.”
His eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Oh yeah . . . just like that?”
I teased him further and slowly crawled up his body, kissing every inch of hard muscle only stopping when his face was barely inches away from mine.
“Well yeah. You see, I prefer my men hard.”
He lightly gasped when my hand slowly glided down his warm, firm body. My fingers reached inside his shorts instantly wrapping around his ever-present erection. He blew out a soft whistle between his teeth in surprise. I waited a few moments for him to settle before my hand began working his length. He let out a few mumbled expletives as his eyes rolled back, his head pushing deeper into the pillow. I eased up almost to a standstill. He popped open an eye with curiosity, catching me smile with great delight at the power I wielded over him.
“I see . . . so you’re basically saying I need to be hard at all times. Anything else do I have to do to fulfil your requirements?” he asked, raising his eyebrows questioningly.
I bit my lip, pacing myself to make my next move. “Well, I do like a man who has balls.” I smile wickedly when I grabbed his tight, the air left his lungs as he arched his back into the mattress.
“Fuuuuuck.”
I laughed at the look on his face.
Oh yeah, I was in control.
I brushed my lips against his ear. “Are you ready for your birthday surprise?” I watched as his eyes filled with lust, feeling him twitch in my hand.
A huge smile crossed his face when I kissed my way back down his body. “Well, that’s the best way to start any birthday,” he replied, lying back down welcoming his first present of the day.
* * *
I woke early the next morning and smiled over at Joel. The sunlight streaming through the curtains was gently caressing his face. He lay looking so peaceful, almost angelic. Though the flashbacks from the night before told me something different. I sighed, taking in every single detail of his beautiful, serene face before resting on those perfect lips that were my complete and utter downfall. My fingers twitched itching to touch him, but my need to spoil him was far greater than my desire to wake him. I wanted to make him feel special, to more than make up for every past birthday.
After scooping up the scrambled eggs from the pan, I lifted the bacon from the grill and buttered the toast. I placed the coffee and orange juice onto the tray, adding two jelly pots. Those were his absolute favourite, I made sure supplies never dwindled to keep him happy. I was pretty sure we were labelled the jelly freaks couple in our local supermarket with the copious amounts we bought on each shopping trip, but it was a tag I’d happily wear if it kept Joel happy.
I crept back in and he was still lying in the same position, but he was beginning to stir. He grinned in delight the moment I began softly singing happy birthday, walking over with his birthday breakfast.
He sat up and his hands rubbed over his gorgeous sleepy face. His hair was all mussed up and out of control, but he still looked gorgeous as usual. “Is that for me?” he asked yawning, his eyes fixated on the tray.
“Of course, nothing but the best for the birthday boy.” I set the tray down and kissed him gently on the lips. He smiled, pulling me in closer, intentionally making the kiss last longer. He frowned when I leaned back, but his pout only turned me on even more.
I soothingly stroked his face. “The eggs will get cold,” I said reassuringly. I knew food would be enough to placate him. He chuckled grabbing the plate, beginning to eagerly tuck in.
I sipped on my coffee watching in awe as he demolished the breakfast within minutes. He was the equivalent of a human vacuum; he literally inhaled his food. I doubt it even touched the sides, but his groans of delight told me he appreciated every bite.
His smile grew wider when he noticed the jelly pots. I shook my head still unable to fathom the fascination, but I knew anything that put a huge smile on his face, I would go to the ends of the earth for. When he finished the last spoonful, I grabbed the tray setting it aside.
“Present time,” I chirped brightly, jumping up from the bed to retrieve the hidden gifts from the bottom of my drawer.
His eyes widened in surprise. “I told you I didn’t want anything . . . just you.” He shook his head bemusedly.
I’d never met anyone in my life who didn’t want presents for their birthday, it was always a given. I found it surprising he actually thought I would listen to him and not bother.
I bent down kissing him in that ‘you’re just too sweet way.’ “Everyone deserves presents on their birthday. It’s your day, so let me spoil you for a change.”
He motioned to open his mouth, but I quickly covered it with my own, kissing him to avoid him arguing further. I knew he would soon change his mind.
I gave him his card, grinning wildly. He looked slightly intrigued at my overly eager face. I was probably coming across quite scary at the moment with all the excitement bubbling through my veins. I knew his face was about to change in a matter of seconds.
He ripped it open, and I giggled when the Arsenal tickets dropped out onto the bed. A look of disbelief crossed his face, and he snatched them up inspecting them for several seconds to make sure they were real.
His eyes snapped up to mine. “You didn’t—how?”
I could see the cogs in his head working overtime, trying to compute how I managed to obtain two precious tickets that were practically like gold dust.
I tapped my nose jokingly. “I can’t divulge my sources.” My sources were actually Sam’s friend at the ticket office. I had squealed with delight the moment he placed them in my hands. I knew Joel’s reaction would be exactly the same. He had spent the last week cursing on missing out on the biggest game ever on his birthday.
He grinned in delight kissing the tickets and carefully placed them down to open the card. His eyes flicked over every loving words I had inscribed inside. His face dropped, and his eyes glazed over. My heart almost broke at seeing him become so emotional. Unable to bear being apart from him a moment longer, I crawled onto the bed and straddled him, pulling him into a hug.
“Hey, I didn’t mean to upset you.” I tenderly pressed my lips against his forehead as my hands cradled the back of his head.
He hesitated, composing himself before he spoke. “You didn’t . . . it’s just I’ve never had this before,” he whispered, looking down at his hands.
I could see he was overwhelmed by it all. Obviously previous birthdays at his home generally consisted of being ignored, no card, no present, no love. The thought alone brought a lump to my throat.
“Joel, I meant every word. I was probably more excited
about getting you those tickets because all I wanted to see was this face lighting up.” My hands cupped his face and his lips covered mine.
He sighed, closing his eyes. “Thank you, not just for the tickets but for everything.”
“Hey, that’s what girlfriends do, we look after our men. I want to make this day just as special as you made mine.”
His bright blue eyes opened to meet with my concerned ones. “You deserved to have a special day,” he replied, kissing my cheek. I wondered why he didn’t have the same regard for himself, always selflessly putting me first all the time.
“So do you,” I whispered in his ear, praying he would believe me.
He moved away and a look of disbelief crossed his face. I guess the years alone with his dad had taken their toll. It was going to be a long and slow process, to undo every negative word that had been drilled into him. Joel deserved happiness more than anyone. I just needed for him to believe he was well and truly worthy of it.
I pressed my lips up against his ear. “I love you, Joel, and every year I will try to make your birthday more special than the one before.”
He smiled shyly. “I think this one will take some topping.” He stroked my face, and I saw the gratitude shining in his eyes. He was probably right, but I looked forward to the challenge.
“It’s not over yet,” I replied grinning, eager to see his face when he unwrapped his other presents.
His eyebrows quirked in surprise, he’d obviously forgotten about the rest. I shuffled back, grabbing the pile of presents piled up at the end of the bed. He smiled as I pressed the first one into his hand.
I giggled watching him as he slowly unwrapped the present with intrigue. Most people would have it ripped open in seconds, but he took his sweet time, sliding his finger along the paper, almost scared to rip it. It was almost like he was savouring the moment.
His eyes widened when he held aloft the Nirvana T-shirt and a huge smile broke out on his face. I chuckled watching him slip it on though instantly regretted it when it covered up that marvellous torso.
Dammit!
Note to self, never buy Joel clothes.
More presents followed, but I couldn’t help bite back the sadness with the look he wore throughout. Almost like he couldn’t comprehend someone actually cared. I knew his childhood was pretty much void of love since the death of his mother. Apart from the odd trip to see his uncle, he had no other family that lived close by. His mother’s parents had lost touch after the death of their daughter, and his dad’s parents had since cut all ties with John, which meant they relinquished any rights to see Joel. After that they had emigrated to Australia and had not made contact since. It made me sad, thinking of what they had missed out on by not having Joel in their lives, but I would more than make up for their absence.
I bit my lip handing over the photo, nervous at what his reaction would be. He lifted the present tentatively out of my hands. His eyes searched mine trying to gauge my now worried look. He slid the frame free from the paper, and my breath hitched. I hoped it would have the same affect it had on me the first time I saw it.
My eyes intently watched his face as he sat staring, almost becoming mesmerised by it. His fingers delicately swept along the inscription on the frame.
You, me, forever x
“It’s beautiful,” he whispered. His eyes remained locked on the picture of us both.
“I’m glad you like it.” I gently brushed his hair back with my fingers.
He looked up into my eyes. “I more than like it . . . I love it, anything you give me I will cherish forever.”
I pulled him close, my lips nuzzling his ear. “I love the way you look at me here, it takes my breath away.”
A smile touched his lips and his thumb brushed lightly against my skin. “Iz, I look at you that way all the time, you always take my breath away.”
“I do?” I asked surprised.
Joel had the capability of evaporating all air from my lungs. Even just being in the same room made me lose the ability to breathe. But knowing I did the same to him was pretty hard to comprehend. Though the genuine honesty that shone in his eyes was enough to make me believe he was telling the truth. The tears began to build, feeling overwhelmed by his words.
“You always will, and you’ll take my final breath.” His beautiful words were my downfall and a tear slowly trickled down my face.
He gently brushed it away with his thumb. “Hey, I didn’t mean to make you cry.” He pulled me close. His face looked anxious as he kissed away my tears.
“These are happy tears. I’m just so glad you’re here with me.” I pressed my lips hard against his needing to know he really was here. He responded just as eagerly like we were both convincing each other our happiness was real.
“There is nowhere else I’d rather be. You, me, forever, remember?”
“I remember. I have those words imprinted on my heart.” They were the words I had desperately longed to hear for so long.
“Mine too. My heart beats only for you, Iz. I was so hollow and empty before, just existing, never knowing what it felt like to be loved. You’ll never know how much you saved me. Thank you for being here, guiding me back into the light. You are my angel, my saviour, and I’m never letting you go.” His beautiful words brought extra tears, which he lovingly kissed away.
I rested my forehead against his. “Joel, you have me for life. You’ll never be alone in the dark again, not while there’s still breath left in my body.”
He smiled, looking contented as my words appeased all of his fears. I gently stroked and placed tiny, soft kisses over every inch of his face. He closed his eyes, absorbing each and every sensation of comfort my lips provided.
I nuzzled my face into his hair and his heavenly scent filled me, overpowering me, until I was almost drunk.
We sat in silence, wrapped in each other’s arms; no more words were needed. We just needed a moment to absorb it all, to take it all in, to reflect on the intense and overwhelming love we both felt inside.
“Do you feel better?” I whispered, hesitant to break the perfect moment, but I needed reassurance he was okay.
“Yeah—much better, sorry for losing it a little there.”
He was still reserved with his feelings. It was going to take a lot more to break down the walls he had built. To get him to talk about his past, the torture of losing his mother so young, and the horrific childhood he endured through the actions of his dad.
“Don’t ever apologise for showing any emotion. I want to know what you’re thinking all the time, please don’t ever lock me out.” I could see the inner struggle he was fighting inside to free himself from the prison of inner turmoil he was trapped in.
He closed his eyes and a frown crossed over his face. “It’s just hard at times, expressing how I feel. I’ve locked away my feelings for so long, I don’t know if I can,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.
The dark cloud once again loomed over us, and I wondered if he would ever truly share all of his dark secrets with me.
I cupped his face, and he trembled beneath my touch. His eyes opened, revealing the fear deep inside. “I know, but I need for you to share everything with me, please. I can’t bear for you to bottle things up, you’ve been alone for too long, let me be here for you.” The tortured expression told me he was burying a lot of demons. I wanted so badly for him to release them, to feel some inner peace. But I knew he would only do so when he was ready.
“I’ll try.”
The words were enough to give me hope, maybe one day he’d fully trust me enough to let me in. I could be there for him, to help him deal with all the suffering and abuse he had endured over the years.
“Promise?” I asked, needing reassurance he would.
He nodded his head softly, but the fear was still evident in his eyes. I knew there was a long road ahead for him, but I would be beside him all the way.
I sighed, realising his birthday had taken such a serious detour. I wan
ted him to have the best birthday, to be happy and celebrate his special day. Looking around my eyes rested on the final parcel, a smile touched my lips at the gift inside. It was the perfect way to detract from the seriousness and get his birthday back on track.
“Do you want your last present?” I asked smiling. I was hoping he’d see the humour that went into it.
“There’s another present.” His raised his eyebrows, and a smile returned to his face.
I chewed nervously on my lip, feeling slightly awkward. “Yeah . . . but this one is more for me.” I buried my face into his hair to stifle a laugh and hide my own blushes.
He pulled me back and smiled. “Now I’m intrigued, what is it?”
I bit my lip and handed it over to him. I blushed again at the delicious thought of actually seeing him wearing them.
Jeez, I needed to calm down.
‘Why are you blushing?” He stroked my inflamed cheek. My mind was lost in a minefield of dirty thoughts. I really didn’t want him knowing what I was thinking, I’d never live it down.
I pulled away from his hand, not wanting to digress anymore. “I’m not—can you just open it,” I said dismissively, placing the parcel into his hands. I had to try to detract from the fact my face was probably now beetroot red.
He continued to watch me closely. “You are totally blushing.” He laughed taking it, this time ripping open the paper fast, more than eager to see the contents. He immediately started laughing the moment his eyes rested on the box containing the David Beckham boxer shorts.
“Why did you get me these?” He looked slightly confused by it all, at the half naked shot of David wearing his.
I giggled at his face.
It was priceless.
“Because I knew you would look hot in them.” My cheeks heated further at the thought of seeing him in just those tiny white shorts.
His eyes flicked back up to mine. “Hotter than Beckham?” he asked grinning. His eyes scrutinised my face, waiting for an answer.
I smiled, but I wanted to tease him just a little bit longer. “Well, you need to try them on first for me to compare.”