Chapter 16 - Avett

While Adrian and Lily slept soundly the cuddle room, I retreated downstairs. Sir was quite intent on making me pick up all of those notecards I’d thrown all over the living room, as well as my and Lily’s crumped clothes. I got dressed and then neatly folded Lily’s clothes like the good boy I was. Well, except for her panties, which I slipped into my pocket.

I went to put Lily’s clothes in her duffel bag and nearly had a heart attack when those beady, evil little eyes glared at me from inside. Damn bunny. I picked up the freakish thing by the tip of its ear to avoid touching it more than necessary and carried it at arm’s length up the stairs.

“For the record, I’m doing this for Lily, not you,” I told it. I brought his ear close to my mouth so he wouldn’t miss what I said next. “And I’ve seen Lily naked too, now. So, there.” He didn’t respond.

I crept into the cuddle room, stopping for a moment to admire my sleepy baby angels. They were huddled under the mountain of a duvet with their foreheads together. Lily’s braids had come undone and her long locks of hair fanned out across the pillow and intertwined with Adrian’s own tousled waves. Peeling back the covers slightly, I stuffed the rabbit between them. In her sleep, Lily’s face softened, and she hugged the thing close, nestling her nose into its head. Old Eddie gave me a boastful glare. “Yeah, yeah,” I told him. “Whatever.”

I left the room and went to the kitchen to see what Sir was up to. He was pouring himself some whiskey. When he saw me come in, he reached for another lowball glass. I didn’t tell him how much I hated whiskey because I knew that whenever he poured me some it meant he was about to talk to me like a friend rather than a sub. I loved that. For as many colleagues and acquaintances he had, Sir seemed to have very few real friends. I admittedly didn’t, either. But that didn’t seem to matter much to either of us; we had each other, whether we were a Dom and a sub or just a highly successful executive sharing a drink with a directionless college student.

When Sir handed me my glass, I braced myself for the taste and wet my lips with the amber liquid. It tasted just like honey. “Wait, I actually kinda like this,” I blurted in surprise.

He chuckled. “I figured you would prefer the cheap stuff.”

“You know I’m a cheap whore, baby.” I took another sip. He narrowed his eyes at me, but I was so alluring he couldn’t even get mad at me for saying “whore.”

“How are the kids doing?”

“They’re still asleep. Downright adorable, as always.”

He nodded. He was studying me, expressionless. “Tell me, Avett,” he started slowly. “Just where exactly did you find her?”

I grinned to myself. I didn’t need Sir to shower me with praise and tell me what a genius I was. His face when he first saw her naked said it all. “I swear she just fell out of heaven and into my film class,” I said.

He shook his head in disbelief. “We should’ve moved to the East Coast sooner.”

“You’re tellin’ me.”

He took a long sip of his own drink. After a minute, he said, “Dr. Hartwell will be vising for dinner tomorrow.”

“What’s she doing in town?” I asked. It was quite a long trip from Seattle for a dinner.

“She’s flying home from London. We arranged for her to have a layover in Boston.”

I furrowed my brow. “Why?”

Sir blinked, seemingly annoyed that he had to spell it out for me. “So she can meet Lily, who is a young woman of childbearing age whom you want to have sex with.”

“Oh.” I didn’t see why Lily couldn’t just get birth control pills from a local doctor, but I didn’t argue.

Sir was smirking at me like he’d thought of some incredibly clever joke. “Does that peeve your breeding kink?”

“My WHAT?”

“Remember Sam?” He asked, referencing a short-lived fling near the tail end of high school that I’d told him about.

“What about her?”

He rolled his eyes. “You were heartbroken when she got an IUD because you said, and I quote, ‘I wanted my little sperms to swim into her belly and make a baby.’”

Ugh, vile. Okay, maybe I had told him that at some point when I was drunk, but it certainly wasn’t true. I set my whiskey glass back on the counter. I now had two babies to keep track of, and their names were Adrian and Lily. I did NOT need a real baby, too.

Sir took another long sip, then pulled out his phone. “Look at this.”

I huddled near to look on while he pulled up the picture of Lily he’d taken in the living room. There she was, looking like a ribboned present in her blindfold and nothing else: her legs shyly shut, her plump, curious lips slightly parted and the same shade of pink as her pert little nipples. I let out a low whistle. “Damn,” I said. It was truly the only word that came to mind.

“Mm-hmm.” He locked his phone, far too soon, and tossed it on the counter.

“Can you send that to me?” I asked, trying to make myself appear impossible to say no to.

“No,” he said. “But I’ll show it to you again sometime if you’re good, and only once you wash out that dirty mouth.”

Damn it. Back to sub status, just like that. I didn’t even have a dirty mouth; I hardly cussed more than a Christian housewife at a heated PTA meeting. Adrian was the one with the dirty mouth. He was just better at hiding it, was all.

Well, if I was to be his good little sub again, I might as well play my part. I looked pointedly down at the crotch of his jeans. I said, “Sir, if I’m not mistaken, everyone has orgasmed today except for you.”

“How observant of you,” he said, mimicking my tone. He didn’t take further convincing, though. That show Lily put on was enough to make him break his own week of abstinence. “On your knees, puck.”

I suppressed an eyeroll at the old pet name. Whenever he called me that I always thought, if I’m Puck, does that make you the Bottom? But I never said it, for the sake of my own rear end. I got on my knees.

There were several specifications associated with Sir’s definition of “on your knees.” To him, it meant kneeling with your chin and eyes tilted up, mouth open, and hands clasped behind your back. They were small adjustments but served to put you in an altogether more vulnerable, submissive position: the part about keeping your hands away, especially, as if he didn’t want your grubby hands touching his divine cock. It was downright inspiring, actually.

Once I had assumed the correct position, Sir unzipped his jeans and lowered the waistband of his boxer briefs until that gorgeous virility was on display. I let my eyes fall for just a moment, evaluating my treat. I was a lucky, lucky boy. I once again lifted my gaze and Sir reached to brush a few loose strands of hair off my forehead. “Looks like that dirty little mouth of yours is watering,” he said.

I had to keep it open, so I didn’t respond. I just nodded like, you caught me.

He put the tip of his index finger in my mouth and traced it down the length of my tongue, pulling away with a shiny string of saliva. He then placed his dick against my cheek and gently ran it across my face, letting me breathe in his clean smell. I sighed. It was heaven. I felt exactly how Adrian looked like he felt any time he had Sir’s toes on his face.

At last, he tapped his dick once on my lips then plopped it on my tongue. I was like a dog with a treat on its nose, just waiting for its master’s signal. I widened my eyes at him.

“Go on, puck,” he smirked.

He didn’t have to tell me twice. He was soft enough to fit in my mouth, but I was determined to change that. With a signature twirl of my tongue, I began to suck. My mouth was like a vacuum, and I took sucking cock VERY seriously. Before he knew it, his dick was rapidly stiffening and extending to its full, impressive length and girth. Once I couldn’t take him completely in my mouth, I pressed further, swallowing him down until my throat constricted around his cock and he grunted, tangling his fingers in my hair. He held my head in place for a moment of bliss, with his length filling my throat and his pubes tickling my nostrils. He then released my head and I got to work, sucking and twirling and humming and drooling and sputtering like my goddamn life depended on it.

“Attaboy,” he sighed when I next took him entirely in my throat. I wasn’t immune to his delicious praise any more than anyone else was. It only made me more ravenous as I continued bobbing and sucking with more enthusiasm than ever.

All of a sudden, he inhaled sharply and tugged my hair back to get me off him. I grinned, with my drool-soaked chin dripping. I’d already gotten him close.

Never keen on undermining his manly stamina, he presented his balls to me instead to give himself a break. I went to town slobbering all over his hefty pair, weighing them each in my mouth in turn, sucking with only a tad less vigor than I had his cock.

“Good boy,” he told me. His gaze drifted to the kitchen door, his expression unchanging. “Come on out, you two.”

With my mouth still attached to his balls, I looked to the door. Sheepishly, Adrian and Lily emerged from their hiding place around the corner. Ah, it appeared our little performance of Shakespeare had an audience, after all. Adrian was looking nervous that he got caught, but Lily was in a trance with her eyes glued to Sir’s thick, rock-hard cock, still dripping with my frothy spit. I detached my mouth from him with a little pop and smiled. “Enjoying the show, are we?”

“Avett,” Sir said. Whoops. I went back to licking his balls. That was another unspoken rule of “on your knees”: don’t you dare take that mouth away until Sir’s through with it.

With a snap of his fingers, Sir pointed at Lily and to the floor next to me. A moment later, Lily was kneeling at my side. I sized her up from out of the corner of my eye. Her hair was messy, and she was wearing one of Adrian’s old band tees like a dress. I knew she wasn’t wearing any panties because I could smell those sugary-sweet dripping juices wafting from between her legs, I swear. My own dick strained against my suddenly too-tight jeans.