Hendrix (Caldwell Brothers)

A car honking has us pulling away and both smiling at each other. For the first time in my life, I feel complete. I feel happy. I feel whole and not broken. In one of the worst of times, Hendrix found a way to make it the best.

He loves me. I mentally pluck the petals from my invisible flower. He loves me. Heck yes!

I imagine my fist pump and booty shake as I smile up at the man I love before I climb into the car so we can go to the hotel.

I doze a little as we drive. The stress of everything is exhausting. My dad is divorced. My step-monster didn’t believe Bryce. And Bryce … is sorry. Forgiveness isn’t forgetting, I once read. Forgiveness is letting go of the emotions holding you back. Bryce being abused himself doesn’t justify his actions. Hendrix is right, though; no means no. In healing, I have to let go.

There is always a fear in letting go, a fear of falling. I am not afraid, though. Hendrix will hold me, comfort me, and challenge me. He will be there just like he was today to let me face anything I need to with him at my back. For the first time in my life, I don’t feel alone. I feel like I have a real partner.

When we get back to the hotel room, Hendrix is quiet as he leads me into our room. I know he has to be tired with the traveling and time zone change. A nap would definitely be okay in my book, as well.

Taking off my shoes, I start to move to the bed. Looking over at Hendrix as he does the same, I smile.

“What’s going on in that head of yours, squeaks?”

“You love me.” I smile bigger.

“Yeah, I do.” He smirks.

Before he can move, I am in front of him. I drop to my knees and unbutton his pants. I have only given a blow job once before, and that was to Hendrix. Reading about it is so not the same as giving one, but I am figuring it out. I fumble a little with his zipper before his hands wrap around mine to stop me. He guides us over to the bed, laying me down, kissing me when I start to talk. He climbs in bed over me and then beside me without stopping our kiss.

I like kissing. I really like kissing Hendrix. However, I was trying to give him something, and he stopped me. Who does that? What man stops a blow job? I thought men loved that stuff. Like pull it out, play with it, sucky, licky, sucky more, add a little teeth, and boom, they blow. That’s what the books say, anyway.

I reach between us, putting my hands down his pants. As I begin to stroke his ever hardening erection through his boxers, Hendrix pulls back, his tongue moving in my mouth as a distraction. I keep my hand in his pants and scoot my butt closer so I can reach in better.

With a groan from Hendrix, I laugh as we kiss. When I can’t stop the snort, our teeth clank.

“Livi, you’re starting something we aren’t finishing.”

“I fully intend to finish the job, Caldwell.” I smirk as I quickly move to have my head over his crotch and free his erection.

Wrapping my mouth around him, I engulf him and suck. Dragging my teeth, I pull back all the way to the top before I open and slide back down. I rest my hands on his thighs for balance as I not so gracefully bob up and down. Before I can continue, Hendrix pulls me off him with a pop.

“Livi, babe. You don’t have to. You’ve had a long day. Let’s get some rest before dinner tonight.”

There is something in his eyes that I can’t read, but he doesn’t look completely into this. I look to his still present erection. I know I can’t take him all in, but I can try. What happened to an ‘e’ for effort? Besides, what man turns down getting sucked off?

Suddenly, I gasp. Then I giggle and snort. Before I can stop myself, I am full on belly laughing, making the entire bed shake.

“Fuckin’ crazy ass,” Hendrix mutters, only making me laugh harder.

“I’m doing it wrong! I’m sucking wrong. Hendrix, why didn’t you tell me?” I snort again. “The last time, I didn’t have a clue. That was my first time doing that.” Embarrassment fills me, and I know my face has to be red.

“A little less teeth would be nice.”

I mentally take note of this. Do I need to write this down? Hendrix would really think I was crazy if I got out a pen and paper right now, though. Okay, less teeth, check.

I nod at him in encouragement to continue.