I’m basking in this newfound intimacy, this feeling of knowing we’re together. That nothing about us being together is clandestine or questionable or a secret.
It feels absolutely fucking incredible to be lying in my bed with the man I’ve been gradually falling in love with for the past year.
So the question catches me off guard and makes me chuckle. I sigh and turn on my side a little to face him better. “What do you mean? Tell you what? You’ve known me for eighteen months.”
“At the office, sure. I know you’re compassionate and capable and hardworking. I know that you care about people, not just the law. And I also know that you’re not really going to play pickleball on Thursdays and that you’re actually volunteering at the women’s shelter, offering them free legal counsel.”
That makes me squirm a little. “How did you figure that out?”
“You don’t know any of the terminology. It’s not just baby tennis. Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I didn’t tell anyone because I didn’t want it to seem performative. Like I was doing it just to make myself look good.”
I do it because everyone is entitled to legal counsel, especially the most vulnerable.
“I would never have thought that. I know your character through and through.” Christopher reaches out and runs his finger along my jawline. “Now I want to know the casual you. What do you eat for breakfast, and do you always sleep naked, and what kind of TV do you watch? How hot do you like your shower? I want to know it all.”
“I can show you how hot I like my shower right now.”
His lips brush over mine. “Tempting. Very tempting. But give me ten more minutes.” He sighs. “Fuck, you wore me out in the best way possible.”
“I want to know all about you, too,” I tell him. “But we are going to have plenty of time to learn all of that. I plan to spend almost every night with you from here on out, you know.”
“Every night,” he growls, grabbing a fistful of my hair and pulling me on top of him. “I won’t settle for anything less. Not after waiting this long.”
My cock is already hard, just from his little demanding display. I love it when he’s possessive and entitled and bossy.
“What about the nights when I want to fuck Finley?” I ask him, teasing him a little. I don’t want to wait ten more minutes, and I know exactly how to get his cock hard. I start to rock my hips, rubbing my cock against his.
I reach out and nip at his bottom lip.
Christopher loves the idea of me with Finley. He also loves the idea of both of us with her.
“How many nights a week are we talking about? One? Two?” His hands are gliding down my back now, stroking over my ass and squeezing tightly.
“Four,” I say, just to fuck with him.
“Your counteroffer is grossly overreaching, counselor. I stand firm at two or I’ll withdraw entirely from negotiations.”
Considering his dick is now rock solid, he’s bluffing. I nudge his leg open with my knee and tease at his opening with first a finger, then the tip of my cock. “Two, if that works for Finley, and we work on talking her into us both fucking her together. At least once.”
“Yes,” he breathes, lifting his hips to urge me to enter him. “Tell me about her pussy while you fuck me.”
“Her pussy is so…” I thrust into him.
Christopher moans and grips my ass firmly.
“Tight.”
“Yes. And it’s sweet and wet, isn’t it?”
“Oh, yeah. She tastes like honey.” I ease in and out of Christopher.
“Harder,” he murmurs. “God yes, fuck me.”
I’m teasing us both, barely moving, wanting to draw this out. “I am fucking you. Just like I fucked Finley’s gorgeous little cunt.”
“Not enough,” Christopher pants. He slaps my ass, hard. “Fuck me, pretty boy.”
