Better Than Home: Better Than Good Novella

“I want that,” I growled.

Aaron swiped his thumb over the tip and held it out to me, like a precious offering. “It’s all yours.”

I sucked his thumb and shivered at the salty, sweet taste of him. No kidding. My whole body vibrated with need, urging me to take him hard and fast. No more games. I kept my cool somehow, sucking his digit as I gently slapped his hand away, lined my cock at his hole, and pushed.

I tried to move slowly, but he didn’t let me. He pulled me in, gasping when I was fully buried inside him. We gazed at each other for a beat, our noses brushing…and then we began to move.

And it was so fucking…beautiful.

The push and pull, the sweet slide of skin, and the heat of passionate kisses. Our sighs and groans echoed in the room when I revved the pace, pulling out to rest the tip of my cock at his puckered entrance before fucking him with everything I had. Aaron held on tight, his hands in my hair as he sucked my tongue, meeting me thrust for thrust.

I scooped him into my arms and sat on my knees, impaling him. I had a vague thought that I’d give him the reins and let him ride me. But I couldn’t stop moving. I clutched his hips and fucked him from below, hitting his prostate over and over. Pleasure and pressure built to the point of no return. The moment I felt my balls tighten, I slipped my hand between us and stroked him. He exploded with a cry, his body trembling in the throes of his orgasm. Which, of course, was the end of me.

I came like a fucking racehorse barreling toward the finish line. White light and blazing stars clouded my vision as pleasure tore through me. I clung to him, resting my forehead on his until the dizzying waves subsided.

We cleaned up eventually, changing the sheets at Aaron’s insistence and diving back into bed. He curled his warm body against mine and tugged at my arm, humming his approval when I rolled onto my side to spoon him. I kissed his shoulder, chuckling at his contented sigh as I closed my eyes.

Yes, I had more worries and more responsibility than I’d ever had in my life, but I had Aaron.

He was all I needed.

7

Aaron knew how to throw a party. Any kind of party, any occasion…birthdays, anniversaries, weddings, baby showers. He was also an exemplary guest who dressed to impress and always brought the best, most heartfelt gift. But his true joy was hosting. And he was damn good at it.

In fact, our parties were kind of legendary. Aaron insisted on a theme and went all out with appropriate decorations, tons of food, fun dance music, and of course…a signature cocktail.

“What is that?”

Aaron added a sprig of mint to his cocktail concoction and grinned. “A raspberry limoncello prosecco. Have a taste.”

I eyed the drink suspiciously and took a cautious sip.

“It’s very…lemony,” I pronounced with the all-over body shiver reserved for bitter tastes.

Aaron snickered. “Want one?”

“No, thanks. I’ll stick with beer.” I lifted the bottle I’d just uncapped and glanced at the platters of sandwiches stacked on the quartz countertop. “When is everyone coming?”

“In two hours. But your parents are on their way now. Your mom just called to say they’ve picked up their rental car. I’m hoping they arrive just before Jay and Peter. I asked them to come early with the kids to entertain your mom.” He tapped his forehead. “I’m smart like that.”

I set my beer aside and pulled my phone from my pocket. Three missed messages from Dad. Shit.

“She called you?”

“She always does, Matty. She thinks I’m your wife.” He snickered as he plucked a piece of cheese from a charcuterie board. “Try this one. It’s Italian.”

I bit into the cheese. “Mmm.”

“I know, right? Everything is set and ready to go. Food, drink, etcetera.” Aaron spread his arms wide. “Here’s the plan. Your parents will arrive in twenty minutes, put their luggage in the guest room, get a quick tour, and just as they’re swooning over our lovely yard, Holly and Henry will show up. Your mom will be happy as a clam…till they have to leave. And then we’ll give her wine. My mom is bringing warm appetizers and she insisted on making dessert.”

“We’re going to be eating leftovers for days,” I commented, popping a slice of prosciutto into my mouth.

“Maybe. I’m hoping my parents aren’t early. I like hosting our folks among the masses, not alone. This is a good one too. Wanna bite?”

I caught his wrist and ate the appetizer from his fingers, sucking his forefinger like a cheesy porn star. Aaron pulled his hand away with a laugh.

“Masses,” I repeated. “How many people did we invite?”