“You’re taking me to seeLittle Women?” he says.
“I’d like to,” I tell him, and he smiles. “If you want to go with me. And I really hope you do because I already bought the tickets and there’s no refunds.”
He laughs and unbuckles, before sliding across the front seat to kiss me tenderly. “Yes, please,” he says, sweetly, his hand cupping my cheek.
We climb out and walk into the theater hand in hand. There’s people mingling in the lobby waiting for the showto start, but I see that several guests are in their seats already, so we make our way towards the open doors and I show the usher the tickets on my phone so they can scan them. They show us where to scan the barcode that will give us access to the program so we can follow along and learn about the actors and actresses as well as the theater.
It’s not an overly large theater, but it’s decent sized and very nice, and we have great seats, only a few rows back in the center.
Alex settles into his seat and immediately starts perusing his program. It’s not long before the lights go down and the curtain goes up, and we’re being transported into the 1860s. Alex can’t stop smiling and I even catch him mouthing some of the lines as the play continues, which just makes me love him that much more, and I smile when he reaches over and takes my hand part way through, giving me that heart-stopping Alex smile.
It’s an absolutely perfect performance and we stand and clap at the end when the cast members bow, before we make our way back to the lobby.
I tell Alex I need to use the restroom before we leave, and when I return, my shoulders tense and my jaw clenches, because who is talking to Alex, but Stacy.
“Wait, you’re here with Bentley?” I hear her saying as I approach and slide my arm around Alex’s waist. She blanches and her eyes flit from him to me and back again. “You guys are fucking each other?”
“Several times a week,” Alex replies, a megawatt smirk on his face, and I can’t help snorting at his absolutely perfect comment.
Stacy’s date finds her then and she’s still gaping at us when he tries to introduce himself and she grabs his hand, pulling him away.
We’re both laughing as we make our way back to the Impala.
When we arrive home we change into lounge clothes, and order take out from Alex’s favorite Chinese place. Then we sit on the sofa and I give him his present.
He has the most beautiful smile on his face when he unwraps the box and pulls out the blanket I knitted for him.
“You weren’t exactly as subtle as you thought with those sad eyes and pouts when I showed you the one I was making for your parents,” I tell him, and he laughs and blushes. “And I was actually working on this one at the same time, just not when you were home.”
He pulls me in for a tender kiss. “I love it so much. Thank you.”
“There’s more.”
He blinks, then digs inside the box and pulls out a very small sweater. “It’s gorgeous, baby, but I don’t think it’s going to fit me,” he says, holding it up to his chest. I laugh and smack his arm.
“It’s for Marble, nincompoop,” I tell him and he laughs. “If she’ll wear it.”
“Oh, she’ll wear it,” he says. “Maybe not happily but she will.”
“Don’t torture her,” I say.
“Why not?” he asks, his eyes gleaming playfully.
I laugh and kiss him, and we cuddle on the sofa, and turn onSupernatural. It’s not long though before touches turn to caresses and kisses turn to making out, and then we’re disrobing and Alex is straddling my bare cock.
Tonight it’s his turn to bottom since he’s the birthday boy, even though he bottomed the last time, too. I gave him a hard time about it when he pushed me on my back and climbed on top of me, but one look with those gorgeoussapphire eyes and those pouty lips, and I knew I was going to give in.
I grip his thighs as he bounces on my cock, looking as beautiful as ever, both of us moaning at the exquisite pleasure of being joined this way, of our bodies being one. I want nothing more than to see him shooting his release all over me.
“Shit, baby, you feel so good,” he whines. “Love your cock in my pussy so much.”
I growl at his words, thrusting up into him. “Give me those pretty tits, baby,” I demand, and he moans as his cock spasms at my words and he leans over so I can reach his nipples. I suck and moan around the nubs and his desperate whimpers tell me he’s close. Especially once he starts panting my name over and over between murmured, “Oh fucks” and “Oh Gods.” I love that he gets so turned on by me referring to his body parts the way I do. Seeing his body respond, his dick jerk, his eyes darken, his skin erupt in goosebumps, hearing the beautiful noises he makes, is intoxicating.
“Fuck, gonna come, Bentley,” he wails, and then his dick is pulsing and spurting rope after rope of creamy liquid onto my chest as his hole clenches around me, making my own dick spasm and fill his perfect body.
He slides off of me and then proceeds to lick my dick like a popsicle, lapping up whatever cum he can, making me hiss and jerk as his tongue slides over the sensitive flesh. Then he’s leaning over and licking my chest free of his spunk, before collapsing on top of me.
“Best birthday sex ever,” he murmurs as my arms come around him. He yelps as Marble jumps up on top of his bare back and lies on him, and I laugh, kissing the top of his head.
