Attainment

now moist digit over the top of my crown. Jesus fucking Christ! “Tell me, Bryce. Do you like it when I make it wet? Kiss it? Lick it? And suck it?” she asks, the intent behind her eyes uncamouflaged by her innocent grin.

“Yes,” I hiss, leaning back against the counter.

Alexis goes to kneel in front of me, and as much as I find it incredibly sexy seeing her on her knees, I can’t find it within myself to let her kneel on the floor in her current condition.

I gently stop her by placing my hands on her shoulders. “Wait!”

“What? What’s wrong?”

“I can’t have you kneeling on the floor, my love,” I inform her, as I sweep a loose tendril of hair away from her face.

Hoisting myself up on the bench top, I provide a more comfortable height and position for her to take me in her mouth. “Better?”

She smiles lovingly at me and steps between my legs, taking hold of my cock once more. “Awww, such a gentleman,” she drawls.

“Do you like it when I’m a gentleman?”

“Yes...and sometimes no.”

“What do you want me to be now?”

Smiling seductively, she lowers her head. “I want to you shut up and let me suck your cock,” she replies, mumbling the last couple of words as she envelops my hard length with her mouth. Fuck me! She sucks better than a Dyson. I swear all vacuums would bow at her feet if they were aware of her talents.

Her lips glide up and down my shaft as her hand slowly pumps my base, the building pressure in the head of my dick nothing short of sensational. I love it when she takes me in her mouth, the feelings she elicits with her lips and tongue. But what I love most of all is watching her head bob continuously while her eyes fuck me mischievously, her eyes and the passion within them ruling me completely. Let’s face it, it’s moments like this that cement the fact I would walk to the ends of the earth for Alexis. Yes, it’s only a blow job, but I am a bloke after all, and truth be told, it’s a fucking awesome blow job.

She cups my balls, making my cock tighten and my jaw clench, bringing me one step closer to exploding with release. Noticing her lips dance a playful smile, I am instantly aware of what she is about to do, this expression always leading to her favourite move. She tongues the tip of my crown like a lollypop, causing me to jerk uncontrollably. Bloody hell!

Just as I’m about ready to blow, the buzzer to the door sounds. Alexis pauses, looking like a deer in headlights, except this little doe has a rock hard cock protruding from her mouth.

“That better not be Santa,” she mumbles around my dick. Santa? As in Father Christmas?

“Who’s Santa? Apart from the obvious,” I ask.

“Never mind,” she mumbles once more.

The buzzer sounds again, and the look in her eyes asks me what she should do. Sitting and staring at her beautifully compromised face, there’s no question what I want. There’s no question what any man would want. Finish me off! Only the inhumane would leave a man on the brink of ejaculation.

She nods, appearing to nod more to herself than me, and then pumps me vigorously as she sucks with sheer intention. I climb with the building sensation in my dick once again, and this time spill over the edge and into her mouth.

Seconds later I am zipping myself back up as the buzzer rings for the third or fourth time, I’m not quite sure. I hand Alexis a tissue, pour her a glass of water and ask if she needs anything else.

“I’m fine. Go answer the door.”

I grab her and kiss her, caressing her beautiful face. “I fucking love you.”

“Yes, I know,” she smiles, as she gives me a quick peck on the lips and then takes a drink.

Jogging out of the kitchen and toward the entry door, I can’t help but grin a satisfied grin of a man well looked after.

* * *

“What took you so long?” Derek asks as I open the door to let him and Carly inside. They both stare at me for a couple of seconds as though they want an answer. Just as I’m about to reply with ‘None of your fucking business’, Derek slaps me the back. “On second thought, no need to enlighten me,” he says with a cocky grin on his face before walking past me.

“Hey, Bryce,” Carly says cheerfully, giving me one of her flirty hugs. I’ve come to the conclusion that Carly will always be quite willing to allow her hands to linger on my biceps just that little bit longer than necessary. But I must admit, her level of flirtation has significantly dropped since she hooked up with Derek. This being a good thing, not only for Derek, but also for my biceps.

“Where’s Lexi?”

“Kitchen.” I nod in the direction from where I just came...Literally.

“Speaking of kitchen, smells awesome as usual,” Derek says as he looks around the apartment.  “Wow! This place looks different. Not so much the bachelor pad anymo—“

“You did!” Carly screeches from the kitchen, interrupting our conversation. “You little whore!”

I furrow my brow. The thought of Alexis being called a whore does not sit well with me at all, but for some reason, coming from Carly, I manage to let it go.

Derek just shakes his head and smiles. “That girl of mine’s mouth needs a filter...then again...” he ponders, “...I do love it dirty.”

“I don’t want to know about Carly’s dirty mouth,” I say with certitude, all the while thinking of Alexis’ sweet mouth and the sublime thing she just did with it.

“You just got your dick wet, didn’t you?” Derek pokes.

Ignoring the pervert’s question, I change the subject. “Want to see the new recording studio?”

Derek rubs his hands together greedily, dismissing my digression. “That’s what I thought. It doesn’t normally take that long for you to answer the door. Plus, you have that I-have-a-happy-cock look on your face.”

I continue to ignore him as we make our way to the recording studio, his reaction to my newly refurbished room soon to be my retribution for his perverted probing.

 Opening the door, I wait for it with keen anticipation.

“What the fuck? Dude, this isn’t playschool,” he says with a crooked grin on his face and his hands resting on top of his head.

I knew the boys would find the new addition of soft teddies and toy trucks amusing, so I inwardly chuckle to myself. “No, but when the baby is born, he’ll need some toys to play with.”

I walk over to the computer equipment and switch it on.

“Doesn’t he have his own toy room? I mean, other than in our recording space?”

“Of course he does, but I want to spend as much time as I can with him after he’s born. They grow so quickly, you know. Look at Alexander. He’s already one and a half.”

“I know how old Alexander is,” he grumbles while taking in the new surroundings.

“Look, if I can help it, I don’t want to miss a thing.”

“I get that. But I don’t know, man. Won’t it be too loud for him? Baby’s ears are kinda small.”

I laugh at the stupid fucker. “Of course they are small, and anyway, I’m one step ahead of you.” I make my way over to the wicker basket on the floor near the rug and pick up a pair of tiny, fluffy, ear muffs. “See? It’s covered.”

At that moment, Carly and Alexis walk in carrying a couple of beers and wine—Alexis drinking her non- alcoholic Rose wine.

“This is interesting,” Carly stutters as she takes in the toys.

“You can say that again,” Derek mutters then turns his back and starts typing on the keyboard.

Scanning the room and its surroundings, I feel proud and excited, knowing my son will—in matter of weeks—be sharing this space. It couldn’t be more perfect.