Chapter 185 IT'S MY BIRTHDAY

Chapter 185 IT'S MY BIRTHDAY
SHAWN'S POV

My heart is hammering in my chest as I imagine a litany of things or people that could be inside the kitchen.

Maybe it's rats?
But after a nasty outbreak the kitchen had a couple of months back, I paid to have every leaky hole sealed shut with metal.

What if it's a burglar?
That's just stupid.
Unless they want to steal a run down mixer that acts up every Friday, I have nothing else valuable to steal.

But for good measure, I grab a really heavy rolling pin from the counter top and creep towards the kitchen door.

If anyone saw, I now looked like a thief with all the creeping I'm doing.

The sound comes again from inside, a low rustle and then a soft clink of metal so I drop all my fears and find the door.

I flip the light switch and hoist the rolling pin high in case I need to swing in short notice as the overhead lights brighten the entire kitchen.

I don't know what I was planning or waiting for, but I freeze in shock.

Noah West, my husband and current boyfriend, is completely naked in the middle of the kitchen floor.

He's all tied up with his wrists bound behind his back like some BDSM club special present to me.

His wrists are bound with silk black ropes and on his neck, a perfect red bow is sitting neatly tied around it like a gift for me.
His flushed and leaking member resting against his thighs has me looking away in shock.

In public? How obscene Noah West!
He looks up at me through his lashes with an innocent smile even though there's nothing innocent about all of this.

“Hi,” he says in a happy tone.
“Happy birthday baby.”

My brain short circuits. Oh today's my birthday.

“What… what are you doing?” I manage with my voice cracking.

He shifts slightly, testing the ropes as if he'll adjust it if he finds it lacking.

“Well a present to you,” he says simply. “You’ve been the one taking care of me for weeks and letting me be in control and I know how you don't really value expensive gifts, except that lamp so I thought it was time I gave you something back.”

I stare at him blankly.

He’s breathtaking like this.
His glorious and powerful body is on display to just me alone as his muscles tense up and his cock is straining completely at my mercy.

I must have died and this is heaven!

“You’re insane,” I whisper, but I’m already moving towards him as my knees grow weak by the second.

He smiles a slow sinful smile.

“Maybe. But I’ve been prepping for this for a while now. Who am I kidding? For weeks. I want you inside me tonight, Shawn. I want you to fuck me.”

My cock twitches hard in my jeans as I drop to my knees in front of him with shaking hands as I cup his face.

Am I still delirious or did I just hear that right?

He leans into my touch with his eyes half lidded and I know the scorching heat is not only affecting me.

“I can do that? You’re sure?” I ask as my voice suddenly goes hoarse.

“I’m sure.”

I kissed him slowly.

It starts soft and almost tentative like I'm confirming he wants this until he moans into my mouth and all of my caution gets thrown out the window.

Bye Felicia.

It turns hungry and dominating now.

It's like he's the last drop of water on the planet and I've been in the desert for months.

He moans into my mouth with his tongue sliding against mine really desperate and needy and I reciprocate even further.

I taste coffee and mint on him.
My hands roam down his chest as my thumbs brushing over his nipples until they pebble and turn a dusky shade of red.

He arches into my touch as a broken sound escapes from his throat causing me to break our kiss and look at him.

“How do you even know I’m a switch?” I ask, half laughing and wondering.

He smirks. “You talk in your sleep sometimes. And you get this look in your eyes when we're together like your imagination is active. Plus I’m wildly guessing so jackpot I guess.”

I groan and kiss him harder this time.

My hands slide down his body slowly mapping every inch of him for my mind.

When I reach his cock, I stroke him slowly with my thumb swiping over his leaking tip. He bucks into my fist with a gasp.

“Shawn–please–!”

I kiss down his neck causing him to hiccup when I start sucking a mark just below the bow. He shudders into it, making me smile.

I move even lower, licking across his chest as I take one nipple into my mouth and bite gently. He curses in a different language as his hips jerk upwards.

I didn't know he spoke Italian.

When I reach his cock, I don’t tease him.
I'm also tired of the teasing so I take him deep in one go with my throat relaxing.

With the way he moans loud enough to echo off the tiles, I'm glad this place is kinda deserted.

No one should hear this other than me.

I work him over and over again until he’s trembling, then pull off with a wet pop.

“Turn around,” I say with a rough voice.

He does, or rather tries as much as the ropes allow, presenting himself beautifully for me in an image that would stay with me till my dying bed.
His pert ass up, back arched and the red bow still perfectly tied at his neck.

Time to enjoy my present.

I grab the lube I know he left on the counter (because of course he planned this) as I slick my fingers and press one against his hole.

He’s already warm and ready for me.

“You really have been prepping,” I breathe out with resignation.
Heaven help me.

“Every night,” he admits with his voice strained. “Just for you.”

I add in a second finger, scissoring gently into him but the greedy bastard pushes back like he wants to swallow my hand.

“Shawn–fuck, please–I’m ready–!”

I pull my fingers out and slick myself up.

Who am I to deny my present?

My cock is aching, leaking and bigger than I usually feel when I’m the one being fucked.
I’m nervous and full of anticipation at the same time as I’ve never topped with someone as big as Noah.

Hell, considering I've only ever been with two men in my life, Noah included, I've never topped before and I don’t want to hurt him.

He looks over his shoulders to look me straight in the eye.

“I can take it,” he says. “I want it. Please.”

I line up the head of my cock until it's pressed against his hole as I pause to say a short prayer and not mess this up.

“Can I put it in?” I ask with my voice still shaking with need and nerves.