Page 23 of Are You Gonna Run?
Okay, let’s be honest. No one is surprised.
Earlier this week, she blinked at me in a way that had my dick instantly hard, so I didn’t stand a chance with her bringing up sex breaks and wax play. Her fuckingblinksturn me on. What is happening right now in my head?
Biting my lip, we both glance down at my tented briefs that just decided to answer her for me, and neither of us can fight a laugh. “Yup. We’re definitely doing that today. Have I mentioned that I’m obsessed with you?”
Shit. The skeleton is trying to come out again.
“You didn’t have to. You haven’t left my side since the day we met unless you were leaving to go to work. I think that made it pretty clear.”
I’d be worried, but she’s looking at me like she’s falling in love with me.
“Oops.” I shrug in a way that tells her I have no control over any of it, but also wouldn’t change it. It’s too late for both of us. “In my defense... you haven’t kicked me out.”
I back her against the vanity, relishing the way her breath catches in her throat. “I tried, you told me to take a nap.”
“You didn’t mean it,” I argue. “You cuddled me the second I joined you.”
“I didn’t say I triedhard.”She pulls me a little closer, dancing her fingertips up my chest. “Just that I tried.”
“Mmhm.” I grip her chin so she can’t look away, but when I see a hint of fear in her eyes, I bring us back to safe territory. “I lied. You also get to decide what show we watch and I get to pick the type of cookie we bake.”
She relaxes instantly. “That’s easy. We’re watchingWednesday.”
“And making snickerdoodles. See how well we work together?”
The second she’s done washing her face, I toss her over my shoulder and carry her out to start our day. I don’t know how we got to this level of domestication, but there is no world where I complain about it. I’d cupcake with her any day.
Twelve: Wax
Even for a Sunday, I wake up more rested than I have in months. He snores, sure, but I’ve gotten used to sleeping next to him.
How weird is that?
He’s still sleeping, so I crawl under the blankets and wake him up with my mouth to return the favor. Normally he’s up before me, but we never got around to wax play yesterday and I’m dying for it — so I plan on teasing the hell out of him until he finally gives it to me.
I barely get him all the way in my mouth before he reaches out to touch my face and releases a pleased hum. “Mmm, Rowyn.”
It doesn’t take him long to be fully hard and rocking up into my mouth, but I know him. I know his body, what makes him tick. And I know the moment he starts approaching the line.
That’s when I pull off.
“Good morning,” I grin, sitting up and rolling over again. “How’d you sleep?”
“I— huh?” The whimper he releases almost makes me cave as I see him reach down to squeeze the base from the corner of my eye. “Yeah. I slept.”
No shit he slept, and now his brain is mush.
Good. That’s what he gets.
“Oh, do you wanna come, baby?” I ask, pouting a little as I lean down to lick his shaft. “Do you wanna come in my mouth?”
Nodding feverishly, Eris uses his hand to try and angle his cock back inside. “Mmhm. I love coming in your mouth.”
I swirl my tongue around the tip then kiss it before getting up off the bed entirely. “You promised me wax play, Eris Shaw. I’m done waiting.”
“You’re gonna kill me,” he groans, stroking himself twice before he sits up and lets it go. “Alright, baby. You’re right.Let’s scarf down some food and have some fun. I’ll be patient.”
“Fuck the food, we’ll go out for breakfast after. Stay right where you’re at.”
