his owner when she’s finally mastered a command. She wanted his praise? He couldn’t offer it. This was a terrible plan.
“I don’t think showing up unannounced on the doorstep of the grandparents I’ve never met is a good idea.”
“I knew you’d say that,” she said. “That’s why I wanted to surprise you.”
“Keep it a secret, you mean,” he said, not sure if he was more hurt or angry by her actions. “Lie to me about it. Coerce me into getting your way.”
“N-no,” she said, her voice hitching with emotion. “I wouldn’t keep secrets from you. Or lie to you. Or coerce you.”
“Rebekah,” he said, not wanting to upset her, but she needed to see this for what it was. “That’s exactly what you did.”
“But I just told you what I was up to, so it’s not a secret anymore.”
“Because I made you tell me.” They sat in silence for a long moment until he began to fidget uncomfortably.
“Maybe you’re right,” she said. “I’m sorry I hid this from you, but I still want to go. I still want you to try to find your family. Family is the most important thing in the world to me. And I did this because I want that for you. I want you to know what it’s like to be surrounded with the love of your family.”
He shook his head. “But I don’t want that.” He knew that would be hard for her to believe. Her family—though her mother was nutso—had always been loving and close-knit. He’d never had that as a child. But whether she realized it or not, he had it now as an adult. “My band is my family,” he said. “You are my family.”
“I know you love us all, Eric, but it’s not the same. It’s just not.” She squeezed his hand as if it would allow him to understand where she was coming from. “It’s different when they’re your blood.”
“Yeah, you don’t get to choose them. I’m happy with who I’ve allowed to be my family. I really am.” Maybe he needed to go to Bangor and show her how family—no matter how much genetic material you shared with them—could be total strangers. He felt no pull toward those people. He’d managed on his own for over twenty-five years. Why would he need them now?
She glanced away, her expression sour. His current mission was to make her happy, but neither of them would enjoy this trip if they were at odds. If it brought her joy to keep reminding him that his past sucked, so be it. He’d weathered far worse.
“I’ll go,” he said, not regretting his hasty decision when she brightened with a relieved smile.
“You’ll go?”
“On one condition.”
She crawled across the cabin to straddle him in the driver’s seat. “Name it,” she said, her fingers fumbling with his fly.
“Are you always going to reward me with sex when you get your way?” he asked.
“Probably.”
Well, he guessed she’d be getting her way for the next seventy or eighty years then. “My condition isn’t of a sexual nature.”
Her hand stopped its quest down his pants, and she tipped her head back to meet his eyes. “Oh. I figured you wanted a blow job or something.”
His cock pulsed with sudden excitement. “Well, now that you mention it…” Her fingers delved deeper into his pants and brushed his cock. Pleasure rippled down his length, and unbridled lust consumed him, throbbing deep in his balls. “Wait,” he said breathlessly. “You’re going to make me forget my condition.”
She pulled his cock free, slowly stroking his bare skin between their feverish bodies. “I’d say your condition is…” She rubbed her thumb over his cockhead and he shuddered. “…aroused.”
It seemed that was always his condition.
“I’ll g-go,” he said, “if…” He closed his hand over hers to stop its utterly distracting tug on his cock. He’d never be able to string a sentence together with her doing that.
“If I suck you off?”
Well, he probably would do whatever she wanted if she did that, but that wasn’t the bargaining chip he had in mind.
Actually, what had he wanted his provision to be? His mind was suddenly blank as he imagined her mouth on him. “Uh…”
“Or I can rub one out for you while I lick your ass.”
His ass tightened involuntarily as he imagined her wicked tongue teasing him. “Reb…”
“Or I could lick your balls instead.”
His balls began to tingle at the very idea.
“Or both. Name your price, Mr. Sticks.”
“Yes, please.”
She grinned and slid off his lap, pulling on his arm until he followed her through the curtain into the back of the vehicle. “Kneel there,” she said, indicating the center of the mattress.
He didn’t think to argue. He liked it when she bossed him around. She crawled up behind him and jerked his pants down his thighs. Her hand splayed over his lower belly, and his abs tightened beneath her palm. She kissed his shoulder.
“I’m gonna make you come so hard,” she said, as her hand slowly slid down his belly. She kissed a trail down his spine and then sank her teeth into his ass. His body jerked with excitement. Anticipation. Was she really going to…
“Bend forward.”
He did as she instructed, placing his palms on the mattress. His stomach tightened with expectation and his body produced a hard shudder when her hand circled his cock and glided gently down his length. Her palm barely skimmed the surface of his flesh as she slowly stroked him. The anticipation was killing him. Was she going to do wicked dirty things to his ass or was she all talk?
Her hot breath bathed the underside of his balls, and he squirmed, spreading his legs as best he could with his jeans still tangled around his knees. The first hot, wet swipe of her tongue on his sac had his teeth clicking together as he drew an unsteady breath. Her mouth was as gentle with his balls as her hand was with his cock. It drove him insane. His arms began to shake, so he lowered his face to the mattress and gave himself to the pleasure rippling through him.
Rebekah’s hand moved faster, stroking his length, her wrist turning to offer a slight twist at his head. She captured one of his aching balls in her mouth and sucked.
“Fuck,” he whispered, squeezing his eyes closed. And to think there had been a time in his life when he’d rather watch sex than participate in it. That was no longer the case. Not since Rebekah had rocked his world.
Her tongue slid up the crease between his balls toward his ass. He grunted, anticipating her lick there, but no, her mouth returned to his other nut and gave it a vigorous suck. His breathing quickened as his pleasure intensified. The need to find release built inside him until he couldn’t help but rock his hips, thrusting into her hand.
She licked a trail upward and though he anticipated her backing away again, this time her tongue flicked his clenching asshole. The sensation lasted for just for an instant, but molten heat flushed through his entire body.
“Rebekah!” he gasped brokenly.
She nipped his ass cheek, sending a sharp thrill of pain through his overexcited flesh, before she rubbed the flat of her tongue over his tingling hole.
Oh God, his wife licking his ass was so deliciously dirty. There was no way he could hold back his orgasm when her tongue breached him, hooked upward, and popped out again. He cried out in ecstasy as he let go. He forced his eyes open and rested the top of his head on the mattress so he could watch his cum fill her hand and drip between her fingers. Then her hand moved and all he could see was his thick fluid dripping from the tip of his dick. He didn’t realize her intention until it was too late. Two fingers, slick from his cum, pushed into his ass, penetrating him deep and massaging a spot inside him that made him wonder if he’d ever stop coming. She added to his sweet torture by licking and sucking his balls. Unable to stand his cock just hanging there in the cool air, he wrapped his fist around it and tugged vigorously.