“What’s it look like?” His lips kick up on one side in a mischievous, challenging smirk that has me eager to shove my cock down his tight throat. “I’m giving you a birthday blowjob.”
I hiss as he playfully teases my tip with his tongue. Everything about Alis is too much. I feel so much with him, and sometimes it’s overwhelming. Like, I didn’t know there were all these sensations to begin with. Suddenly, I’m thrust into this life where Alis Sommers forces me to feel every damn one of them.
Now that I’ve felt what I’ve been missing, there’s no way in hell I could ever go back to a dull, numb version of it.
His pretty pink lips slide over my length, and his tongue works its magic along the way. With one hand on the tiled wall to hold myself up and the other gripped tightly in his hair, I rock my hips, needing to push deep inside him. He hums, the vibration fluttering straight to my balls, as he grips my ass, urging me to do what I want. A curse tumbles past my lips as I slowly fuck his perfect mouth. The sounds coming from him are noisy and ragged. He gags and snorts and groans. It’s all so fucking wonderful. Like him. My Wonderland. Letting go of his hair, I slide my fingertips to the front of his neck, marveling over how it bulges each time my cock drives down his throat. I’m lost in the sheer blissfulness of our sinful act. There’s no time to warn him as I come with a shocked gasp.
Jerking out of his hot mouth so I don’t drown him in cum, I finish on his face. I’m frozen at how fucking sexy he is with his swollen lips parted and tongue sticking out as he eagerly waits for the rest. The water rinses most of it away, but Alis licks my crown, clearly savoring whatever remnants he can find.
I’m in so deep with this guy.
It’s a mystery I can’t unravel—how one day I hated his guts, and now I feel as though I would do damn near anything for him.
I help him to his feet and then crash into him with a gracious, starved kiss where I eagerly taste my saltiness on his tongue. Taking his dick in my hand, I stroke him urgently while I possess his mouth with mine. It doesn’t take but a few slippery jerks of his cock to have him moaning. His heat splatters between us as his cock twitches.
Fucking perfect.
“Best. Birthday. Ever.” I grin against his lips.
He pulls back slightly. “And I haven’t even given you your real present.”
His words chase away some of the fog of our fantasy come to life. It’s weird not spending my birthday with my mom and sister. Last I checked, I didn’t have any messages from either one of them. It sucks that when I woke up this morning, the three people to wish me a happy birthday are the three I first set out to destroy.
“What’s wrong?” Alis demands, his brows furling as he studies me.
“It’s just…” My voice cracks, and I shrug, looking away from him. “Mom doesn’t care.”
He shakes his head in vehemence. “Don’t say that. She does. I’m sure she’s just going through a rough time.” He strokes his thumb over my lips. “Everyone cares about you, even when they don’t want to. But your arrogant ass already knows this.”
“I mean, have you seen me?” I take a step back to gesture at my body.
He rolls his eyes and hands me the bar of soap. “Wash up and meet me in the studio.”
After a quick kiss to my chest that makes my heart lurch, he exits the shower. It feels too cold without him, so I quickly finish up and dress. As promised, he’s waiting for me in his studio. A grin teases my lips when I see the half-assed wrapping job around something unusual on the table.
“Did you sculpt me your dick? You shouldn’t have,” I deadpan.
He shakes his head at me. “That’d be too hard to recreate perfection. I got you the next best thing.”
“My dick?”
“No, asshole. Just look.”
I approach the table and smirk at his wrapping. It earns me the middle finger, to which I laugh. My laughter dies as I stare at the sculpture in awe.
Daisuke and Chibi.
They stand like their pose on my poster, but instead of looking forward, they’re looking at each other, intense need carved into the features of their faces. Two enemies who’ve grown to be much more than words could ever express. The details are incredible. I’m fascinated by the entire thing.
“It’s not finished yet,” he murmurs, mistaking my silence for not liking my gift. “I still have to add the weapons and paint it and—”
Tearing my gaze from the sculpture, I pounce on him, hushing him with a kiss. “Thank you. It’s so fucking cool, Wonderland.”
We both startle at the sound of Dad hollering for us. I take his hands in mine, bring them to my lips to kiss each one, then release him. It gets more difficult each day to let go of him to hide what we’re becoming from others.
Downstairs, Dad is pulling out the barbeque from bags while Quinn fetches plates and silverware. I grab a couple Cokes for Alis and me, making sure to give him a wink that turns his cheeks pink, before sitting down. Quinn pulls out a cake from a box and sets it in the middle of the table. Chocolate with Oreo pieces sprinkled all over.
“I thought sugar was forbidden in this house,” I can’t help but joke.
Quinn gives me a soft smile. “Things change.”
Guilt surges up inside of me, infecting the happy moment. I’m having the best time with Alis and our dads, yet it feels like a betrayal to my mother and sister.
As we eat, I fall into somber silence. This time, it’s Alis who worries over me. Both Quinn and Dad wear matching pinched expressions. I feel like a dick, especially since they went through all this effort on my birthday, but I can’t shake away the melancholy. After our meal and cake, Dad hands me a gift sack.
“From Quinn and me.” He sits down at the table again, taking Quinn’s hand. “Hope you like it.”
I open the package to find a set of Mubōna Ikari manga books with the new covers signed by both the artist and writer. The pre-orders for them opened up on July 15th, and they sold out within minutes. I’m stunned that they were able to obtain a set.
“How?” I ask, confusion making my voice waver. I’d tried to buy them, even set my alarm so I wouldn’t miss out, but I was pushed off the server almost immediately since so many people were trying to get on.
“Quinn made it happen,” Dad says, grinning at me.
“No,” Quinn disagrees. “I’m not taking the credit for this.”
“Fine, it took an army.” Dad shrugs. “I offered my Gators season pass tickets to anyone at the office who could get their hands on it. Quinn offered an extra week of vacation for anyone at his company who could get them. His assistant was the one who actually got through.”
“It was hell without her that week,” Quinn grumbles, though smiling happily.
My gut twists painfully. July 15th was right after the proposal on the boat. Not even two weeks after I punched my dad in the fucking face.
I’m such a prick sometimes.
“Thank you,” I croak out. “I don’t deserve this.”
Dad scoffs, shaking his head vehemently. “Son, you deserve more than I could ever give you in this lifetime.”
The flood of emotions threatening to drown me is overwhelming. I don’t want to face the fact that Dad loves me just as much as ever because I’m still angry at what he’s done to our family. Yet, I’m also grateful for him being the parent I need in this moment. I’m mentally scrambling at how to proceed when Alis speaks up, swiftly changing the conversation.