by Joanne Ganci
I can feel myself getting wetter with every second. Listening to the sounds of pleasure pouring out of him is such a fucking turn on.
When he releases the back of my head, I pump him in my fist, while I stroke my tongue over his balls. Taking one of them into my mouth, I swirl my tongue around it before sucking. Letting it go with a pop, I go back to his cock. This time I don’t need any build-up. I’m able to take him all the way back into my throat in one go.
Each time I go down, I linger just a little longer.
I start rolling his balls around in my hand.
He’s muttering and gasping, running his hands over his thick thighs. “Fuck, Lydia! Stop, I’m gonna come.”
Instead of backing off, I shove his thick length down my throat one more time.
He calls out my name in this sexy half groan, half growl as he comes down my throat.
I can feel his dick spasming and I slowly move up. Gripping the base of his shaft, I draw him completely out of my mouth, leaning down to lick a drop of cum off his sensitive head.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Blondie. That...FUCK. That was incredible.”
And now it’s my turn to wear a satisfied smirk.
Max
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Max: Are you sure it’s ok for me to come tonight?
Lydia: I mean, I don’t know…
Max: I knew it! Your brothers still hate me. This is a bad idea, Blondie.
Lydia: Eh, they have mixed feelings about you. But I think the vote would be unanimous against seeing you come tonight.
Tea comes spewing out of my mouth, after I choke on it, laughing at Lydia’s text.
That little…
Max: Thanks for that. Remind me not to drink anything while I’m texting you. I have to change my shirt now.
Lydia: Bahahaha. Pics or it didn’t happen!
Lydia: And yes, I am definitely just trying to get you to send me sexy pics!!!
I pull my shirt over my head, hanging it on the side of Tom’s stall. Quickly snapping a few shots of my bare chest, I get ready to send them when I get an even better idea. I snap a shot of just my shoulder, sending that off with the message: Want more?
Lydia: Mmm, yes. Always.
That’s when I send her a nice close up pic of the gift Tom left me in his stall.
Lydia: UGH! I guess I deserved that. I’ll just have to rip your shirt off later to get an eyeful *winky face*
Max: Promises, promises.
I check the time before shoving my phone in my pocket and grabbing my shirt to head inside. I’ll just grab a sandwich and a new shirt real quick.
When I get to the porch, I stop to give Luke a belly scratch, then leave him to his lazy lounging. Swinging the door open, I see Mama in the kitchen already fixing lunch. She doesn’t hear me come in over the 90s country music blasting from the radio. I lightly close the door and lean back against the door jamb, watching Mama sing and dance her way through making us some lunch. Mama has always kept a radio in the kitchen, saying music made the cookin’ and cleanin’ go by faster. Singin’ and dancin’ with Mama while helping her with chores was honestly where my love of music came from.
I remember when I was a kid, Dad would come in after a long day of work, he’d lean up against the door just like this, watching us as we danced, while finishing up dinner. When I noticed him, I’d run up and pull him over, saying, “Daddy, it’s your turn to dance with Mama!”
Mama’s face would light up, while he twirled her around the kitchen, smiling and laughing, and so in love. Sometimes a slow song would turn on, and he would take her in his arms, swaying back and forth while he whispered into her ear. Of course, I would make gagging sounds as soon as they started kissin’ and he would tip her back, giving her a movie style kiss. When they straightened up, he would slap her ass as she giggled and smacked his shoulder. Then he’d turn to me, “Son, one day you’ll find a woman as good as your Mama and you’ll understand.”
“Ain’t no one like Mama,” I’d scoff, with the righteous indignation of a seven-year-old.
“Well, you ain’t wrong about that, boy,” he’d laugh. “But there’s bound to be someone near as good as your Mama. You find her and you keep her.”
And damn were you right, Dad.
With the memory fresh in my mind, I sweep over and pull Mama into a swinging dance, as the first cords of Boot Scootin’ Boogie come on. Mama’s face lights up just like how it would when Dad swung her around the kitchen all those years ago. I start singing along, and we dance and sing all the way through to the end of the song.
“Oh, goodness. Your Mama’s getting a bit too old to keep up with you there.” She’s breathing heavy, but the beaming smile on her face tells me it was worth it.
I start laughing, but stop abruptly when I see her eyes are watery. I rush over to her, drying her tears. “Shit. Mama, I’m sorry. Please don’t cry.”
“Stop it, you fool!.” She smacks my shoulder, shoving me away. “These are mostly happy tears. Sure there’s some sadness, but it’s okay to be sad.”
“I know, Mama. I just came in and saw you there dancing, and it made me think of when we all used to dance around the kitchen.”
She nods her head, a wistful smile on her face, as she looks off into the distance. “You know, your Daddy still used to come in and dance with me nearly every night.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. It wasn’t nothin’ like the swinging around we just did. Just a little swaying. He’d tell me it was the best part of his day. Comin’ in from work and holdin’ me in his arms.” The tears are falling down her face freely now. Mine aren’t much dryer. “God, I miss that man.”
“Me too, Mama. Me too.” I pull her into a hug. We stand there in each other’s embrace, just taking a moment to miss the best man we’ve ever known.
∞∞∞
I pull up to the Lancaster’s a little after eight. My first official Friday night dinner.
Fuck, I’m nervous.
It’s not like I haven’t been to their house or had dinner with them before. I used to have dinner with them all the time back in the day. A lot has changed since then, and I know that Parker and Julian aren’t my biggest fans. I haven’t seen much of Julian, but I definitely caught the mean muggin’ he was sending my way on Memorial day.
Lydia’s car is in the driveway, so I can’t drag my boots too much. There is nothing worse than showing up to dinner where you’re not necessarily wanted after everyone’s already sat down.
I grab the two bouquets, and the tin of cookies Mama made this afternoon and get out of the truck. Just as I’m about to knock, the door swings open and I’m met by Lydia’s smiling face. She steps closer, closing the door behind her. Her arms hug my neck, and her lips graze mine. I wrap the arm with the cookie tin around her—holding out the flowers, so we don’t ruin another bouquet—and deepen the kiss. “Missed you, Blondie.”
“I just saw you yesterday, Cowboy.”
“I know, it’s been forever.” I wink at her. “I take it I’m not late?”
“Nah, we just got here. Mom just got dinner ready. The guys are setting the table as we speak.”
“How pissed are they that I’m here?”
“No one’s pissed, Max. Calm down. Everything’s fine. I want you here, and they know that. But what matters most is you know that, right?”
“Of course, gorgeous.” I press my lips to her forehead. “And I want to be here. I’m hoping this is the first in a long line of Friday night dinners, baby.”
Her answering smile takes away the nerves that have been coursing through my body all day. “Then let’s get in there.”
“Sounds perfect, Blondie.” She kisses my lips one more time, before opening the door and leading me inside. “Hey, before I go and ruin them, these are for you.” I hand her the yellow daisies I picked up for her.
She smiles up at me, taking the flowers. “Thank you.” I follow her into the kitchen where Diana, Rachael, and Parker are meandering around, grabbi
ng the last of the stuff for dinner. “Max is here, y’all.”
I go to wave my hand in greeting and end up waving the box of cookies. “Oh, right. Mama made these and wanted me to bring them over.”
“Aw. You make sure to tell her I said thank you,” Diana says, taking them from my hand and moving in to give me a one-armed hug. I hug her and kiss her cheek, then pass over the bouquet of pink peonies Mikey helped me pick out. “Aren’t you just the sweetest? Thank you, Max.”
Parker mutters, “Kiss-ass,” covering it up with a cough.
“Parker Joseph,” Diana chastises.
“What? Can we not cough now?” he asks, laughing.
“Boy, you test my patience, you know that?”
“I’m still your favorite.”
Lydia bursts out laughing. “Oh, God. That was a good one. Everyone knows I’m the favorite. That’s cute that you think it’s you, though.”
“Y’all don’t even know what you’re talking about,” Julian says, coming around the corner.
“Oh, boy. Here we go…” Rachael says, rolling her eyes.
“I am by far, the clear favorite. Isn’t that right, Mom?”
“Well, Max just brought me flowers...when’s the last time any of y’all have done anything nice like that for me?” Diana asks, taking on a very serious tone, as if she’s actually trying to choose her favorite.
“I brought Max, so I’m pretty sure that point goes to me! I’m the favorite.” Lydia wraps her arm around my waist and sticks her tongue out at her brothers.
I just stand there with my arm around my girl, shaking my head as they debate who the favorite child is. I look over to Rachael, and she just shrugs, laughing at their antics.
Lydia
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Out by the bonfire, Max pulls me down onto his lap, wrapping his arms around me. He presses a kiss to my neck before resting his chin on my shoulder. I sink into him, laying my head back against his shoulder.
“I didn’t realize this was a lap sitting kind of party,” Julian says, getting up from his chair. He moves over to Zack’s chair swaying his body. Zack plays along, whistling and laughing. When Jules drops it like it’s hot, I fucking lose it, throwing my hands up to shield my eyes. Max is shaking with laughter underneath me, and morbid curiosity alone has me peeking out to see what my dumbass brother is doing now. If you guessed grinding on his boyfriend’s lap like a stripper, you were definitely fucking right.
“Wooooo!” Rachael yells. Everyone’s whooping and hollering, egging him on—well, everyone except me and Parker. We’re somewhere between laughing and crying. Probably scarred for life.
He ends his little show by plopping down on Zack’s lap and smacking a big ol’ kiss on his lips.
“Who the fuck let him drink?” Parker asks.
Julian throws his head back, laughing. “I’m a grown ass man—”
“You sure about that, brother?” I ask, giggling.
Max leans his head up to whisper, “Your family is fucking crazy, Blondie.”
“We really fucking are.” I turn my head, to look at him. “You sure you want to stick around?”
“Abso-fucking-lutely!”
“Good answer.” I can’t help but kiss him.
Dinner went so much better than I expected. I would never tell Max this, but I was fucking nervous. There was no helping Parker’s snark, but he actually managed to dial it down a bit. I may or may not have pulled him aside before Max got here.
“Parker, can I talk to you a minute?”
He holds his hands up. “Whatever it is, I didn’t do it.”
“It’s future Parker I’m worried about. Unless you’ve already done something I should know about?” I question.
“If I told you, then it wouldn’t be a surprise. Where’s the fun in that?”
“What the fuck did you do? I swear to God if you saran wrapped the toilet seat again I’m going to fucking kill you!” I whisper-shout at him. Those videos are hilarious, but let me tell you, it really fucking sucks when it’s done to you.
He doubles over, laughing. “That was fucking priceless!” I smack his arm, trying to hold in my giggle. “In my defense, it was Julian’s idea.”
“Well, do it again and you’ll be worrying about something I’m sure you find priceless. How much do you value your life, Parker Joseph?”
“Jesus! Calm down, crazy. I really didn’t do anything this time. I’m only here to—”
“NO! Whatever you were planning to do to Max, just don’t.”
He throws his arms in the air. “C’mon, Lyd.”
“No. Parker, we’re just getting things started back up. He’s already nervous about coming here tonight. Please don’t give him shit.” He rolls his eyes and crosses his tattooed arms over his chest. I stare into blue eyes that match my own, pleading with him.
“Ugh. Okay, fine. I’ll try not to fuck with him. I make no promises, though.”
“Thank you, little brother.”
I already knew that Rachael would have talked to Julian before dinner, so I didn’t worry about pulling him aside. I never know what James is going to do, and I’m pretty sure asking him to be nice would be moot. Zack’s a sweetheart, so no worries there. My family is so important to me, and with everything in our past, I was afraid that either they would continue to hate him, or he wouldn’t want to come back. I don’t care how much chemistry and love I may feel for a man, if they couldn’t fit in with my family, I couldn’t be with them. And I know the same goes for Max, but his family loves me, so that was never a worry.
“Why the fuck do I hang out with y’all?” Parker questions, shaking his head.
“Because if nothing else, we’re entertaining as hell,” Julian exclaims. “And you love us, ya big softie.”
“Yeah, Parker. It’s okay. This is a safe space. You can admit you have feelings. We won’t judge you,” I say in my best impression of a therapist.
“Fuck off, Lydia.” He throws a marshmallow at me. I somehow manage to catch it and plop it into my mouth.
“Yummm.”
“Did you want me to make you another s’mores, Blondie?” Max asks, running his thumb back and forth over my stomach.
“Nah, I’m good, Cowboy.”
“Y’all realize those are the most obvious nicknames in the history of nicknames?” James asks.
“Yeah, they really are. But if it ain’t broke and all that,” Max says, twining our fingers together over my stomach.
“I’m empty. Anyone else want another beer?” Parker asks, rising up from his seat.
“Yeah, I’ll take one,” I tell him, nodding his way. “Hey, James. How’s Mia settling in?” Out of the corner of my eye, I see Parker stop in his tracks. That’s curious.
“Who’s Mia?” Max whispers.
“You’re shit at whisperin’, man. She’s my sister,” James answers, laughing. “She’s doing good. She got Alexander into daycare and started work this last week.”
“Oh, that’s fantastic. Where’s she workin’?”
“She’s working with Parker,” Rachael answers for him. “He didn’t tell you?”
I look up at Parker’s retreating back. Hmmm...looks like Parker’s got some ‘splainin to do. “He did not.”
“Yeah, he told Julian about needing someone to help him out with the office stuff a while back. Julian knew Mia was gonna be lookin’ for a job, so he told her to go see Parker,” James says.
Well, isn’t that interesting? “That’s awesome. I’m glad Park could help her out.”
“She’s the one that’s gonna be helping me, Lyd. I can’t keep up with all that paperwork and the workload anymore,” Parker says, handing me a beer, before moving down the line holding out the six-pack for anyone to grab if they wanted one. “Sorry, did you want one, Max?”
“Nah, man. I’ve gotta get going soon. Thanks, though,” he answers.
“So, she’s doin’ good so far, Parker?” James asks.
“Uh, yeah. She like reorganized my office a
nd came up with some filing system that I don’t get, but she tells me it’s better than the hot mess I had going on. Her words, not mine.”
“Yeah, that sounds like Mia, alright. Thanks for giving her a chance, man. She’s had a rough few years.”
“Uh, yeah. Sure. No problem. My pleasure and all that,” Parker stutters out.
I snort and am about to say something when Max squeezes my hand. “Hey, Blondie. I really do have to get going. Early morning tomorrow.”
“Yeah.” I stand up and pull out my phone. “Shit, is it really midnight already?”
“Fuck. Is it?” I turn my phone over to him. “Damn. Well, tomorrow’s gonna be long as fuck,” he says, running his hand through his hair. “Night, y’all. I gotta head out.”
A jumbled chorus of goodnights and byes follow us, as we make our way through the side yard and around the house.
When we make it to his truck, I lean up against the side, kicking my foot up behind me, against the front tire. “Sorry it’s so late, Cowboy.”
“Don’t be, I had a great time.”
“I’m glad you were here.”
“Yeah?” he asks, curling some loose strands of my hair behind my ear and cupping the side of my face.
“Yup,” I tell him, popping the P.
“Good.” He presses a soft kiss to the corner of my mouth and backs away, moving to open the door to his truck.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” Grabbing his arm, I drag him back over to me.
“What’s wrong, Blondie?” he asks, feigning innocence.
“That poor excuse for a kiss is what’s wrong.”
“Oh? You want more?”
I narrow my eyes at him, “Last time I said yes to that, I ended up with a big pile of horse shit. How do I know I won’t end up with that or worse this time around?”
“You don’t. Willing to take a gamble?” he asks, waggling his eyebrows.
Well, ain’t that a loaded question?
I take a moment to stroke my invisible beard, making him chuckle. “Yeah...I want more. I think?”