27. John

CHAPTER 27

JOHN

After dinner, we took our wine and went out to the hot tub. The temperature had dropped to a comfortable sixty degrees, making the heat of the hot tub ideal.

Winston was happily chewing on a bully stick on the deck, close enough that we could see him.

Directly overhead, the clearing gave us a perfect view of the stars.

"I guess we're going in naked," Brent said, stripping out of his clothes. "No bathing suit. Shame."

I grinned as I disrobed. "You love being naked. It's like a hobby for you. I bet you'd like a nude beach too, wouldn't you?"

"Probably," he agreed as I walked into the bathroom to get some towels.

I watched through the open doors as Brent stepped into the hot tub. When he was settled, I grabbed some supplies and tossed them on the bed on my way out to him. I had special plans for later tonight if he was up for it.

Stepping into the hot bubbling water, I sat down across from him. Reaching for my wineglass, I took a sip of the Syrah that paired well with the ribeyes we'd had for dinner.

Brent grinned at me. "You afraid to sit over here, Mr. Trainor?"

My eyes went wide. "No, Mr. Langdon. Not at all."

He chuckled and took a sip of his wine before placing it safely on the ledge. I watched as he extended both arms over the back and tipped his head back to look at the stars.

My husband was fucking beautiful and I'd never get tired of staring at him. But he was more reserved than usual, so I let him lead most of the conversation.

"My dad used to take Matt and me camping when we were younger. We called it the boys trip so my mother wouldn't want to come. The first time, he made a whole production out of taking us to the store to buy a tent and supplies. We had all the camping gear you could imagine."

"Sounds fun," I said.

Brent smiled as he went on talking. "It was. We set up our camp and went fishing. Dad taught us what poison ivy looked like so we'd know if we got into it. One trip was about learning how to build a campfire from scratch. We spent at least two hours that trip collecting rocks by the river before he taught us different ways to stack the wood to make it burn."

I smiled imagining him teaching our kids how to do that one day.

"He was a good dad. And I've missed him."

I didn't miss the emotion in his voice. So I reached for my wineglass and moved to his side of the hot tub. I wrapped my arm around him and pulled him close. Brent rested his head on my shoulder.

"I know you do, sweetheart. Losing a parent, no matter what the relationship is isn't easy. It's something we'll all go through. But you are not alone in this life."

He turned his head to look at me. "I want a life with you, John. I want to go to bed and wake up with you every morning. You've made me realize I can let you in without being hurt. And I'm so fucking happy you didn't give up on me."

Shifting, I cupped the side of his face. "I'll never give up on you, and I'll tell you how much I love you a hundred times a day. Because I do."

Brent brought his mouth to mine for a kiss before pulling away. He got up and climbed onto my lap as I wrapped my arms around him.

His mouth descended onto mine again as I tasted the wine on his tongue. My hands roamed over his defined body, stopping to squeeze his butt checks, but avoiding his sensitive areas.

He tipped his head back to breathe as his hips thrust against my abdomen. "Baby, I need you to open me up."

I kissed down his neck, stopping to suck gently on his collarbone.

"I'm fine. You can fuck me. It's your job now."

Chuckling, I removed my hands from his ass and cupped his face. His eyes locked on mine as I swept my thumb over his bottom lip. "I accept that job, but tonight, I want to give myself to you. I want to make love with you."

My husband pulled back and looked at me. "Really? I thought you were a top only kinda man."

"I have been until now. And if I'm going to trust anyone with my body, it's you. Only you."

Brent swallowed and shook his head. "I'll take good care of you, I promise."

I looked into his eyes and saw my forever. "I know, sweetheart. I trust you implicitly."

Our lips met once again until it was time to get out. Standing, I reached for a towel and then handed it to him. Grabbing my own, I got out and then held my hand out to him. He smirked at me like I knew he would.

"Let's go, Winston," I called over my shoulder, then closed the doors when he was inside. He settled down on the carpet, then went back to ignoring us with his chew.

I turned to Brent and looked at him as he stroked himself. "Lay down on the bed."

Stepping forward, I cupped his face. "You still have a concussion. So how about when you get me ready, I get on top and ride you."

He nodded. "Yeah, you can take it as you please."

Smiling, I kissed his lips, then crawled onto the bed as he asked.

"Bend your knees, babe."

I complied as he found the lube I'd laid out. I expected him to make a big deal out of it, but he surprised me with his serious demeanor.

Standing at the edge of the bed, I watched as he bent down and took the head of my cock into his mouth. Sparks ignited in my spine as he began to simultaneously massage my balls. It didn't last long though.

"Scoot to the edge of the bed, babe," he said, patting the edge.

I did as he asked while he got on his knees. Gripping behind my knees, he pushed me forward to give him access to my hole. The first swipe of his tongue almost shot me off the bed.

"Relax," he cooed and went back to work eating my ass. He continued until my breathing changed, then lowered my legs to the bed.

I looked into his eyes as he carefully applied lube to his fingers. Brent followed me onto the bed and leaned onto his side and rested his cock on my hip. Watching my face, he went back to my entrance, circling a little more with his slick fingers before he slipped the first one in.

Reaching for his shaft, I squeezed him lightly through the intrusion. I gritted my teeth and concentrated on the feel of his cock in my hand. As my muscles loosened, I found myself craving more.

"You are so tight, babe," he said adjusting his angle. "Let me see if I can reach…"

Fireworks went off behind my eyelids making me want more. My cock was leaking on my stomach as he moved another finger in.

I let out a loud low groan as he continued to touch my gland every few thrusts inside me. My spine began to tingle as I worked my hips in unison with his fingers. But this was going to be over if he kept hitting my spot.

"Babe, I'm getting…"

He popped off my cock and carefully added a third finger. I was riding the edge of a gigantic release and needed to pull back. He'd never get his perfect dick in me if I didn't divert.

"I pledge allegiance, to the flag, of the United States of America," I recited.

Brent started laughing but didn't stop fingering me. "Hang on Commander, we're almost ready."

Nodding, I started over as I concentrated on the pledge. When he withdrew his fingers from me, my recitation stopped.

Panting and sweating, I reached for my cock, almost afraid I'd blow and end this thing.

"Don't touch that. Not yet anyway." He moved to his back and spread his legs. With his cock in his hand, he squirted more lube onto his shaft and coated it well.

The humor had slipped away as I positioned myself on my hands and knees over him. When we'd lined up correctly, he reached for my hip with his right hand as he rubbed the head of his bare cock along my hole.

"Whenever you're ready, babe. Easy does it," he coached.

Nodding, I lowered myself onto him until the head of his cock breached me. I pulled off, then lowered myself a little more. As I worked my way onto him, he murmured how much he loved me and how good I felt.

When I had taken all of it, I leaned forward and kissed him. The incredible feeling coursing through my body at simply having him inside me is indescribable. All I knew was this was the man for me.

He slowly began to work himself in and out of me, little thrusts making the burn subside. I stayed like that, basically on all fours as he took me from the bottom until we were both panting. Every time he grazed my gland I sucked in a breath, relishing the new sensations within me, making me crave more and bringing me to the edge.

"Jerk yourself baby," he said, varying his rhythm to maximize my pleasure. "Come all over me. Mark me as yours," he panted, shifting his position to hit my gland just where I needed it most.

"Holy fucking hell!" I whined as my cock pulsed and my asshole clenched.

"Yeah, baby," he said from below me. "So fucking good."

I willed my eyes to stay open as I watched him fall apart under me, his eyes locked on mine.

Brent reached up and took my face in his hands. His expression was open and loving, and for the first time, I think I saw the real him. I was sure I was the first person to ever see him like this.

He pulled my mouth to his and kissed me tenderly.