by B L Morticia
“Same here. When we finished talking last night everything was so cryptic, so… Goddess!” I sniffed and kissed his cheek. “Just know all of that is past, babe. I want you, but this separation is killing me.”
“Me too, which is why.” Chancellor slid his arm around me, pulling me backwards. “We’re gonna do the dating thing, even though we’re already married. We’re going to stop being Daddy/boy for now because I wanna know more about Courtney, the man. Make the connection that bonds us together and makes us stronger.
“I’d love that, and…” I rubbed my hand against his face. “I know that will be good so we can grow together. I know I need to do that.”
“We both do. We’re going to make this work, but the right way. When it’s all said and done, we’ll get married again and invite all our friends to the wedding. My best friend Tarik is pissed at me.”
I laughed at that. “Really? So are Curtis and Gabe. And… well Rory doesn’t think I can do this.”
“Really? Are you sure you’re best friends?”
“Yes. We challenge each other all the time.”
“Well, if you don’t mind, I want to stay here most days, but when I have to go back, I’ll make sure it’s on weekends for you to go with me.”
“Yes! I’d love that!” I jumped into Chancellor’s arms, hugging him around the neck again. “I’d miss my friends here, but I need my husband.”
“I need you too. After we learn to love each other, I hope I’ll convince my loving husband Courtney to move back to Vegas and be my boy.”
I smiled and kissed his lips. “I want that so much, Da… I mean, Chancellor. Can we still do the daddy things even if we’re holding off?”
“Sure. I’ve got a couple of toys I wanna try. I still owe you a punishment too.” He grabbed my face roughly kissing me. “For coming without me.”
I leaned in, pressing my forehead against his. “Oh, please punish me. I get hard just thinking of it.”
“Mmhm.” Chancellor nuzzled his ear with my nose and mouth, licking it. “I am too. Now that’s settled, we can—”
“Have dinner? I cooked for you.”
Chancellor grinned and yanked me in for another kiss. “Really?”
I spoke against his lips, dragging my fingers around his face, tracing the outline of his beard and moustache. “Yes. Got your favorite red wine, some soft music, and wait until you see what I’ve got for you under my clothes.”
He pulled away. Eyes widening. “What is it? Can I have a peek, bab… I mean, Courtney?”
I smiled, drawing up my lips. “Nope. If we’re not really doing the Daddy/boy role, I’m in charge. Gonna make you suffer a little.”
Chancellor grinned and licked his. “Mmm. Well, I’m okay with switching too.”
Hearing that, I nearly spilled in my pants. “You’re…huh?”
“See this is the kind of thing we should’ve been talking about before we got married. I am vers, but I haven’t bottomed in a while. I also don’t mind being a sub for a bit. I think it’s perfectly okay for partners to flip from time to time to keep things fresh.”
I hugged Chancellor and kissed him hard. “My Goddess, you’re the answer to—”
“Baby?” Knock knock. The lock clicked a couple of times and the door creaked. “I’m coming in. I almost forgot I had a key to your apartment.”
Shit.
“Who is that?” Chancellor got up with me, looking confused.
I should’ve known this jerk would try weaseling his way back into my life. “I forgot to change my locks. This asshole is coming in.”
Chancellor grasped my hand, walked over to the door, and pushed me behind him. Brad stepped in with a wide smile that turned upside down. “Who the hell are you?”
“His husband. Who the fuck are you?”
“Courtney?” Brad threw up his hands. “You did not get married. I thought you were kidding when you told me that over the phone.”
“No, he wasn’t. I think it’s time for you to leave. And if it isn’t soon, I will be calling the cops.”
Chancellor
The moment I heard the name Brad, my hackles when up. Even more so, seeing him standing in Courtney’s doorway like he lived there.
“Call them. I’m a cop myself.”
“What jurisdiction?” I asked, not believing him. I crossed my arms. As much as I wanted to serve a beat down, I was smart enough to know not to do it with a cop.
“Jackson County PD sir. I could have you arrested for trespassing.” Brad showed his badge.
“He’s not the one trespassing, you are!” Courtney snarled. “I actually want him here.”
“And do you really think your dinky police will believe him over me?” Brad smirked.
“I think they will, especially when I tell them, I got a friend who works for FBI.”
“Wait… what?” Brad’s smirk disappeared. He put away his wallet. “Huh? You do not.”
“I do. My best friend’s husband works for the FBI. He could make a couple of calls to Jackson County and let them know one of their finest is harassing a citizen, flashing the badge when he isn’t supposed to. Surely they wouldn’t want to hear one of theirs is misusing his authority.”
“What? I’m no…”
“You are. He said he doesn’t want you here. You got fifteen seconds before I call my buddy’s husband. He’s only a phone call away.” I lifted my phone from my back pocket.
“Ooh, okay. Okay. I’m leaving. Dammit, Courtney, I cared about you, I…” Brad tried looking around me, but I stepped into his line of vision.
“Fourteen, thirteen, twelve.” I’d had enough of this joker. “Eleven.” I started dialing.
“Courtney!” Brad yelled, sounding pained.
“Get the hell out, Brad!” Courtney stayed behind me.
“Five four…” I put my phone to my ear.
“This isn’t over!” Brad nearly tripped over himself to run in the other direction. He jumped in his car and drove off.
“Damn.” Courtney laid his head on my shoulder. “Chancellor, I…”
“No worries, babe. Just in case, I’m giving the sheik a call.” I spun around to face him and kissed his head.
“Sheik? Is that his name?” Courtney appeared confused.
“That’s what we call him.” I pulled his hand to my lips. “Hey Tarik. Yeah, listen, have Sheik give me a call tomorrow morning. Need a favor. Uh huh. No, not now, okay? Just know we’re good. I’m staying here with him for now. Yep, all right, bye.” I hung up and slid the phone in my back pocket.
“Tarik is the friend. Sheik is his husband.” Courtney grinned.
“I’ll explain later. Right now, though. I wanna eat the delicious food you cooked then have dessert.” I curled my arms around him.
Courtney wrapped his arms around my neck. “Ooh. Yeah, I think you’ll like it too. Reuben casserole. I recall how much you said you liked corned beef.”
“Yes. Love it. One of my guilty pleasures. That sounds delish. Then we’ll enjoy dessert.”
“I didn’t really make any though. I was… kind of hoping.” Courtney tugged my chin close and kissed my lips. “You’d want me for dessert.”
“Oh, I do. I really do.” I said in between kisses, lifting him into my arms. “I can’t wait to taste you again, baby. That sweet hole. I want you to fuck my mouth with your gorgeous cock, then maybe, me.” I winked.
“Shit, Chancellor. Dammit I’m hard already. We need to go eat dinner first.” Courtney covered my mouth with his, forcing his tongue inside, making my cock jolt in my slacks.
“Yes, we do.” I slapped his ass a few times, making him mewl in my mouth.
“Is that my punishment?”
“Oh no, baby. You wish it was that easy. Just you wait, love. I got something else in store for you.”
Chapter Fifteen
Chancellor
Once we finished dinner, I picked Courtney up from his chair, showering him with kisses as I walked to his bedroom. I’d been ha
rd the majority of the night, especially after we’d decided to proceed with this relationship. I’d been hungering for him since he left Vegas only days before and I couldn’t wait to enter him again. Even better with nothing between us, but that would have to wait.
When we arrived, I lay Courtney on top of the mattress, peering at the beautiful body I wished to devour. Soft rhythm and blues played from the speakers, dimmed lights set a backdrop perfect for love making. Obviously, he remembered some of my favorite things, signaling he truly felt something for me. Just that told me we were a perfect match.
“This looks a lot like our honeymoon.” I removed my jacket, allowing it to drop to the floor.
“It does, right?” Courtney yanked his shirt form over his head, revealing a lacey blue bra that stretched from one end of his chest to the other.
“Ooh. I love seeing you in frilly things.” I loosened my tie and tossed it aside. While unbuttoning my shirt, I continued staring at his toned frame. The outlines of his muscles, the angles that formed his gorgeous shape. Courtney was a work of art. The man I’d always desired in my bed, to be mine to make love to and to nurture. How I’d lucked up in having a man who fulfilled all my fantasies was still a mystery.
“I’ll wear more for you.” Courtney slid his pants from his waist, then straightened to remove his shoes. He wore nude thigh highs with no garter or underwear, leaving nothing to the imagination.
“Damn, baby.” My mouth watered, thinking of tasting him thoroughly. Of running my tongue over his flesh, getting heady from the natural scent rising off his skin. I loosened my belt, pushing my pants and underwear to the floor. I’d wanted to do a slow strip tease, make him watch and beg for my cock. But all plans had failed as it always had, in this short time we’d been together. I lost my train of thought, getting sidetracked by the haze Courtney caused with his body, his face, that blue gaze I wished to drown in. Not that I took issue with it, because I desired this man more than breathing.
“Chancellor, please.” Courtney called to me, holding out his hands for me to join him on the mattress. His cock was already swollen between his legs, pearling pre-cum on the tip. His balls firmed, just right for me to suck, but I wished for more. I could always pleasure him orally later. Now, I desired to fill or be filled by him.
“Where do you want me, baby? Remember, we’re on equal footing.” I caressed my own chest, still watching him, eyes half lidded, mouth dry like the Sahara. I could barely mange short breaths, anticipating this, the first night of our reunion. You would’ve thought we’d been separated a long time, but it had only been a couple of days. I’d never ached so much for one person, desired to be that close, or wished to kiss a man as much as I had Courtney.
“Can I…” Courtney dropped his gaze, running one hand over his chest, while the other pulled the straps from his shoulders. “I wanna top you, Chancellor. Wanna feel you wrapped around my cock.”
Understanding his apprehension, I only nodded. Why wouldn’t he want to, especially when I openly expressed how I thought it fine to switch. “Sure, love. You want me to ride you?”
Courtney gasped, unclasping his bra from the front and tossing it aside. He grinned, teasing his nipples with his own fingers. “No. I wanna get on top of you and ram my cock inside your sweet hole. But first—”
“First?” I tilted my head to the side.
“Come here.” Courtney crooked a finger in my direction and patted the space next to him.
I kicked the rest of my clothes along with my shoes aside, then crawled on top of the mattress, staking my lover as if he were my prey.
Courtney, not one to be bested, brought me in, covering my mouth with his while he rolled me onto my back without breaking the embrace. Our tongues explored each other’s mouths, tasting, and devouring, showing our hunger. He pinned my hands to the pillow behind my head, making it hard for me to move.
“Can’t wait to feel you wrapped around me.” Courtney said against my lips, tracing the outline with his tongue before dipping it inside again. He pressed his body into me, rubbing his ass against my stiff rod already dripping with pre-cum.
“Fuck, babe. Don’t make me wait anymore.” I said through hampered breaths, trembling, bucking into him to create friction and fire between us. Warmth spread all over my body, making me tingle. My groin ached, causing a pain that could only be relieved by penetration. “Courtney.”
Courtney pulled away, still pinning my hands down with his. He leaned in and kissed me again. “I wanted to tease you more, but I can’t help it. I gotta be inside you.” He said sounding needy and breathless. Once he let go of me, he reached over, grabbing a condom and lube to prepare us. He straightened, placing the bottle beside my head while he worked the foil.
“You want help?” I asked, watching him tear the condom with his teeth.
Courtney shook his head and rolled the latex over his hardened flesh. “Just lay back and enjoy. You do so much. It’s time for me to do the same for you.”
I grinned, lifted my legs up just enough for Courtney to prop onto his shoulders. I massaged my own shaft, trying to hold off the orgasm I sensed coming to a head. My balls tensed, making me gnash my teeth from the pain in my groin. That initial thrust might make me explode on contact, but hopefully Courtney would be able to keep his longer to extend our pleasure.
Courtney slathered lube on his sheathed cock and rubbed the tip against my pucker, teasing me in the worst way possible. “Get in me,” I growled, moving with him to initiate contact. I hissed and grabbled the lower edges of my headboard, gritting my teeth while eyeing him.
“Bossy bottom aren’t you?” He managed between hampered breaths. “I wanna loosen you up for me. Don’t wanna hurt you.”
Little shit.
Payback was what this was. The ultimate torture because of what I’d done to him. Making him wait, sucking his finger in the airport, all those things led to this moment. The one where Courtney would withhold that delicious dick from me to prove a point.
“Fuck that noise, baby. Get. In. Me.” I said again, accentuating my sentence. “I need you, Courtney. Need you to fuck me proper.”
Courtney smiled smugly, grabbing my ankles, kissing both in succession as he slowly pushed through the ring. “Oh fuck, Chance, fuuuckkk…”
“Yes.” I grabbed my cock, jerking myself off in rhythm with his thrusts while still grasping the headboard for support. As he lunged into me, I moved with him, licking my lips, breathing haphazardly, muttering his name with a string of inaudible words. My toes curled, skin tingling from the energy flowing through my veins.
Damn.
“Chance… oh shit, you feel amazing, babe. Can’t wait to get inside you bare. Fuck!” Courtney drew back, then, rammed inside of me with slow but powerful shoves. He moved my legs from his shoulders and wrapped them around his waist. He hovered over me, still driving his body into mine while capturing my lips inside of his.
“Mmph.” I groaned into the embrace, allowing my mind to wander to different places. I continued fisting my cock, waiting for the climax to take over my body, to put me in a state I wouldn’t want to come back from. I tangled tongues with him again, whispering dirty things between kisses while losing myself in his blue gaze. It was like boating in a large ocean with no paddle, allowing myself to be taken by the tide. If that small boat capsized, I’d be okay with being swept away, drowning in those deep blue pools for the rest of my days. Being rocked back and forth gave me that sensation, put me in those dreams I wouldn’t want to wake up from.
“Damn, Chancellor. Gonna speed up a little now. I wanna hold out, but I can’t. I need to come. I wanna come.” Courtney whispered between kisses and dragged his fingers over my face.
“Do it, then. We got all night, baby.” I crashed his lips with mine, finally letting go of the wood and my cock, to let him control the pace.
The more he lunged into my body I sensed a part of me slipping away. Swept under the emotions of being with the man I was quickly falling in love w
ith.
I’d left Vegas with my mind and heart in check, hoping we’d end up like this. Thankfully those prayers were answered.
Not alone anymore.
I was home.
Courtney
Feeling Chancellor wrapped around me did loopy things to my insides and brain. I hadn’t realized the affect he had on me until I didn’t have him close. Now all those emotions were quickly returning.
How could I have left Chancellor when this was all I’d wanted. My husband, my Daddy figure in bed with me, sharing kisses, making love as we did for our honeymoon. I’d missed this. Missed his gorgeous body underneath mine, only this time the roles were switched, making me the top. How lucky I was to have a man who loved to being vers and allowing me fuck him.
Shit.
I would’ve been a fool to let this go.
Wanting more, I rammed into him at a quicker place, kissing him with all the fervor and passion I could muster. I planted both hands on the sides of his face for support, feeling the adrenaline run through me like a bad drug. No amount of weed would make me feel as high as I did right now. Rocking inside of him, driving Chancellor into my mattress, tangling tongues as if they were our only means to survive.
My Daddy.
Despite Chancellor reducing our roles to just husbands, he would always be Daddy in my mind. Even with me driving my cock deep inside of him, hitting his prostate just right.
“Ready to come, babe?” Chancellor asked against my lips, binding our bodies with his strong arms. His fingers clawed my back, possibly leaving marks but I didn’t give a fuck. I welcomed those, expected them with the way I drove into him repeatedly, making him mewl and tremble under me. Obviously, I was doing something right.
I could only manage a nod, still covering his mouth with mine while thrusting into him. With my orgasm at the base of my cock, I hissed and straightened, letting the shudders wreck me all over as I spurted into the latex.
“Shit.” I threw my head back, pushing into Chancellor, wishing there was emptying my seed into him. Bright lights danced behind my eyelids, bursting into balls of fire, making me dizzy, making me forget everything. Warmth crept all over my skin, causing me to sweat. Droplets fell from my hairline onto his body below me.