“World music,” I explained to him. “You need to open your mind.”
He was looking at me like I’d grown another head.
“Oh, Mr. Yates.” Micah’s art teacher, who shared a classroom with the music teacher, was beaming at me. “Bravo, that’s it exactly. We must all expand our minds, breathe outside of our own cultural boxes.”
“Our own what?” Cy tried to ask her.
“I know Becky’s just thrilled to have such phenomenal parental support in you,” she continued to gush.
Carolyn rolled her eyes as Micah came charging across the room in his suit and tie, zipped by his teachers, other parents, his uncle, his mother, and flung himself into my outstretched arms.
He hugged me tight, arms around my neck, and squeezed.
“You were so good, buddy,” I told him, patting his back, feeling his little hand in my hair, the other still holding tight. He inhaled me then, which was his new habit. Apparently, I had a smell that he liked.
“I saw you, Weber,” he told me. “I can always see you so I wasn’t scared.”
“You’ll always be able to see me.”
His sigh was long. Apparently, I was quite a comfort to a six-and-a-half year old.
Later that evening, as I hung up first my tie and then my suit jacket, arms were again wrapped around me, but this time from behind. There were lips on the side of my neck as well.
“Aren’t you supposed to be making popcorn?” I asked him.
“You’re complaining?”
“No, sir.” I took a breath, closing my eyes, savoring the feeling of his hard body against mine, his hands on my hips, and the soft whimper of need from the back of his throat. “I would just not like to be interrupted, is all.”
“We won’t be,” he promised. “The door is locked, and Carolyn is taking care of the popcorn and the movie. We can stay in here all night.”
“What brought this on?” I asked him, turning in his arms, looking down at him as his hands went to the buttons on my shirt.
“You’re leaving me,” he said.
“Yeah, for three days.” I chuckled. “The soccer camp is done Saturday afternoon. We’ll be back Saturday night so we can be here for Easter Sunday.”
“Still,” he said as he opened my shirt and stepped into me, plastering his bare upper body to my chest, to my skin, “it’s the first time since we said our vows.”
“I’ll be back before you know it,” I told him, my hand under his chin, tipping his chin up so I could see his eyes. “But so you know, I’ll miss you too, darlin’.”
“Watching you and Micah tonight—it was beautiful, Web. All three of those boys love you so much, and, I mean, as long as they have you and their mother….” He trailed off.
“You know who I need?” I said, smoothing a hand down over the front of his dress slacks, over the hard bulge of him, enjoying the strangled whine so full of raw, aching desire. “Would you like to guess?”
“No, I wasn’t—Web, I wasn’t fishing or—God.”
I had pressed my groin to his, and all the fight went right out of him.
“Please, Web, I need you.”
I dropped to my knees in front of him.
“Jesus, just watching you go down in front of me could make me come.”
He had already ditched his shirt, which was nice because I loved kissing across the rippling, chiseled planes of his abdomen and touching the sleek golden skin. The man was a work of art, and he belonged to me. Suddenly ravenous for him, I went to work on his belt, worked it loose, and then made short work of his pants, the clasp and zipper. When I shoved his slacks and briefs down together, he gasped as his hard, seeping cock sprang free.
“I want you to suck me, and then before I come, I want you inside of me.”
I was making no promises as I licked his cock from balls to the wide mushroom head. I loved the length of him, how thick he was, and most of all, how he tasted. As I took him down the back of my throat and his hand fisted possessively in my hair, I doubted that he was actually able to make demands and stick to them.
“Please, Web, like you’ll die without me, like you need me….”
I could read him so easily. He thought that the puzzle would work without him. That the boys and me and Carolyn could possibly fit together with him out of the picture. “Now who doesn’t know what he’s worth,” I growled before I attacked him, sucking hard, laving every inch of his beautiful cock, using my tongue, my teeth, and making the suction almost more than he could bear. I would worship him so he’d know that he was everything.
“Weber.” He was panting, tugging on my hair, writhing in front of me. “I need…. I have all the power at… don’t want any… just want you.”
I had to be more careful about my time, and the wake-up call was good. My man, who held other people’s lives in his hands all day, every day, needed to come home and submit all his power to me. He needed to simply feel, to let go, to not think, just be. I was the one; I was in charge. He needed to surrender to me, and I had been focused on the kids, thinking that he was fine with how things were. And he was, he just needed more, and I had to be more sensitive to when he did. I had to look at him more closely and really see him. I promised myself I would. I didn’t want to ever lose him.
“Don’t want you lookin’ for someone else to take care of you,” I told him, as I let his cock fall out of my mouth, rising over him, staring down into his eyes.
“I only want you, ever. You know that.”
I wrenched him sideways, yanked him around,
