Today is the perfect time to set a date. All the important people involved will be here, so there’s no reason not to. Besides, with Alex out for the rest of the season, he needs something to occupy his time. Planning a wedding seems like the perfect distraction.

And then I don’t have to do it, and we all win.

12

Mothers United

ALEX

I wake up to warm, wet suction. I’m slow to open my eyes, sifting through the aches in my body until it’s just pleasure. I look down to find Violet kneeling beside me, her hair pulled up in a ponytail. It’s swept over her shoulder and out of the way so it doesn’t impede my view. And that’s awesome, because her lips are currently wrapped around my cock.

I groan her name and reach out with the hand that works to stroke her cheek. She does that thing where she slides the head across the inside of her cheek before it pops out of her mouth.

“Good morning.” She grins, then goes back to bobbing.

“It sure is.” Sitting up is still more of a chore than I’m up for at the moment, so I settle for rearranging my pillow to get a better view. Then I go back to stroking her cheek and her shoulder, hoping she’ll take the hint and move closer so I can hold her boob while she blows me.

Violet, being the intuitive woman she is, shifts on the bed and settles her boob in my palm while continuing the suck-stroking. I would really love to get her on her back and slide my dick between her tits, then have mind-blowing sex, but my fuck speed is still set at geriatric. It’s pathetic. I know it’s not going to be like this forever, but it pisses me off.

I try to bring my focus back to what Violet’s doing, but now that I’m thinking about what I can’t give her, it’s hard to concentrate on anything else. My hard-on starts deflating. While it’s in her mouth.

That’s never happened before. Never. I glance down at the boob I’m kneading and roll the nipple between my fingers. Usually that helps. I need to get back to maximum hardness quickly, but things seem to be going in the opposite direction.

Violet pops off again, frowning as she strokes me. “Alex?”

“Mmm?” She’s noticed. I can tell. Fuck.

“Is everything okay?” She loosens her grip.

“It’s good; that feels good.” The crack in my voice doesn’t help things at all.

“But you’re…” She trails off. “Are you in pain? Should I get you something? Maybe this isn’t…”

“I’m fine.” I’m not even close to fine.

I stop fondling her and cover her hand with mine. Lacing my fingers with hers, I squeeze tightly and start stroking, hard and fast.

Violet sits back on her knees, her other hand high on my thigh. But I need more than her hand or her mouth. I need to be in her. I miss a lot of things, but being able to love her, and sometimes just fuck her, is high on the list.

“Get on me,” I grind out.

Violet’s eyes flare. “Are you sure?”

“I want in you.” I almost sound angry, probably because I am. I want to take care of her, and part of that is showing her how much I want her, the effect she has on me.

She exhales a quick breath, but she doesn’t ask any more questions. Instead she carefully straddles me, trying to stay clear of the healing bruises on my legs. She looks uncertain. I can understand why.

I’m typically a considerate lover, and I make sure I take care of Violet the way she needs. I’m not usually pushy or aggressive unless I’m pissed off—like I was that one time in the locker room. Yet even then I made sure Violet came long before I did, and more than once. But my ability to do even that is limited.

I soften my tone as I make a suggestion. “Why don’t you get yourself ready for me, baby.”

She eases the hand that’s not on my cock between her thighs and rubs her clit, slow at first and then faster. I keep up the mutual stroking, easing up when I’m back to a reasonable level of hardness.

“Finger yourself, Violet.” Again it comes out sounding more like a directive than a polite request.

“Yes, sir, Mr. Waters, sir.” She even salutes me.

She means for it to be snarky; regardless, it definitely helps with the inflation—especially when she pushes the first finger inside and moans my name.

“Careful. The walls aren’t soundproof,” I warn. I don’t need my mom to overhear us.

“Your mom’s on her way to the airport to get your dad.”

I forgot it’s the weekend. “We’re alone?”

She nods and eases in a second finger, whimpering.

“In that case, be as enthusiastic as you want.”

She smiles, and it’s as sweet as it is coy. “Okay.”

She pumps a few times, then circles her clit before sliding a third finger in with the first two. Her hands are much smaller than mine, though, so her three fingers is a lot different than my three fingers.

“Want me to hug the Super MC now?” she asks, a little breathlessly.

“You should use one more finger first.”

She arches a brow. “I’m not sticking my whole hand up there.”

I snort. “I’m not asking you to fist yourself, Violet.”

“Fist myself?” She sounds appalled, even disturbed. “I can handle your endless jokes about getting into my Area 51, because apparently it’s the in thing to do these days, but if you start with other weird requests, I will totally revoke the boob sex.”