【34】The End of an Era

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Although I hadn't lived here for that long, my heart felt heavy as I looked at my empty bedroom. Living with Tammy had not only provided me a much needed roof over my head, but also a friendship that would last through the years.

But for the past few months now, I'd been living at Lex's, while Darius had slowly moved in here. This place didn't feel like home anymore, but like Tamika and Darius's home. No, I felt at home when I was with Lex, in his apartment. And by tomorrow, it would officially be my place as well.

It was insane how ridiculously excited I was by the prospect. I was officially moving in with him, eager to wake up by his side every single day for the rest of my life. This was the next step in our relationship, and it was a massive one. One I couldn't wait to take.

Or almost.

"Are you sure you don't want us to take a few boxes now?" Lex asked, standing beside me in my old bedroom.

"Yes, I'm sure."

"Hmm... I was only trying to be pragmatic, so we don't go back home empty-handed, and then have to handle all of this tomorrow."

He gestured toward my things packed into boxes, neatly arranged by the door. All we would have left to do tomorrow would be to carry the boxes to the Audi – which was big enough for us to only do one trip – and get them up to his place, where I'd unpack everything. We had elevators in both buildings, so everything would be fine.

"We agreed on tomorrow, Coleman. Stop being so unpredictable, or I'll think an alien took over the control of your mind," I teased.

"I was thinking you might prefer doing other things on your birthday."

With an indulging smile, I turned to him and wrapped my arms around him for a hug, looking up at his gray eyes. "There is nothing I'd want to do more than to spend my day unpacking and officially moving in with you. It's honestly the best birthday gift I could think of."

"Well, if you're certain, then..." His words trailed off as he bent toward me for a kiss, and I gladly gave it to him.

God, living with him would be sensational.

He must have been as eager as I was, because his kiss grew more demanding, his tongue dominantly brushing against mine. His hands reached for my behind, and he squeezed the mounds with determination.

"A shame we didn't get to use your bed more," he grunted, his lips still pressed on mine. A laugh bubbled in my chest, swallowed by his insistent mouth.

"I'm not sure it could have survived much more of your vigorous thrusting."

"Maybe we should put it to the test."

Tammy and Darius were out, so we were alone in the apartment, which made me seriously consider his suggestion. They hadn't known when they might be back, but given the time, it could be any minute. The idea of giving it one last go in my bed was tempting, though. His bed was memory foam, the absolute best money could buy. But mine was an old mattress that was already here, but the springs made things quite interesting during sex, allowing a bouncy pace and movement that was highly enjoyable.

Oh, well... We could be quick.

Clutching his T-shirt, I pulled him toward me, over to the bed, never breaking our kiss. He followed compliantly, the shadow of a smile coming in the way of our embrace. In the same gesture, I lied down and pulled him with me, welcoming his familiar shape between my parted legs. The mattress was bare, as I'd already packed my sheets and everything, but it didn't really matter. With deft hands, he coursed over my curves, igniting warm shivers under my skin.

When he pulled away, he stared down at me with hunger, his eyes darkened by the arousal slowly gaining on him. "Do you know where your scarves are?" he asked in a dangerously low voice.

The fact that it took me barely three seconds to understand what he had in mind should have worried me. I glimpsed at the headboard of my bed, remembering how I'd tied him up to it months ago, and then at the piles of boxes. Fuck, I had absolutely no idea where we could find any type of binding in there. And regardless of that, this didn't sound like the quickie I had in mind.

"Let's go to your place, and you'll tie me up in your bed," I suggested, moving up to bite his chin playfully. As much as I wanted him to fuck me here so we could enjoy the amplifying effect of the springs, I wanted him to tie me up even more, and I was willing to wait twenty minutes if it meant we'd get to do it.

"My bed isn't bondage-friendly," he reminded me. Fuck, that was true. The very sleek, very modern design of the bed didn't allow any spot to tie a restraint to it. "I've been meaning to buy a new one; one that would allow me to finally tie you up and take everything I want."

That was enough to make my core throb, eager to get there. "You don't need to buy an entire bed for that, Lex. We can install rings in discrete spots, or there are even bindings meant to work, regardless of the bed's structure."

Lex had apparently abandoned his earlier idea, and was dropping open mouth kisses on my throat, his hand pulling on the collar of my top to gain access to more skin. "We'll need to figure out something comfortable," he declared, his warm breath fanning over my heated skin. "Because once I finally have you restrained and spread for me, you'll stay like that for a while."

As he leaned on a single elbow, his hand slithered down my stomach, traveling between us, and he cupped my center with it. I was wearing a pair of mom jeans, but he pressed it hard enough for my clit to palpitate under his touch. "Ahh... What will you do to me once I'm tied up?"

When he removed his palm from its much appreciated location, I worried I'd said something wrong. But he reached for my wrists, and with an iron-firm hold, he held my hands above my head, immobilizing them.

"I never got to answer my question regarding how many times I can make you shatter with my mouth in an hour. So I'd start with that. Do you remember our safe word, freckles?"

"Winged pig," I breathed out.

"That's too long. You need a single word, because you won't be able to form such an elaborate safe word after I've imposed a dozen orgasms on you."

Aah, fuck...

"How about pigasus, then?"

"Better. So, after I've made you come with my mouth for an hour, when you'll already be begging me to grant you a break, I'll move on with the hostilities, and fuck your overly satisfied cunt."

Said cunt throbbed around emptiness, my hips bucking forward in an attempt to relieve some of the tension building up there.

"I'll make you come a few more times, make your pussy quiver around my fat cock. Andrea, there will be an embarrassing amount of your pleasure pooling on the sheets. Anytime I feel like I might spill, I'll pull out of you and fuck you with my fingers instead, showing you absolutely no mercy. But you're a greedy little thing, so you'll love it, won't you?" I nodded, struggling to swallow, my throat too dry for it.

"That's the greedy woman I know... Once you'll finally have reached your limits, I'll have two options. Either you'll feel ready for my cock in your ass, in which case I'll give your cunt some rest and flip you around to fuck you there instead until I come. Or if you're not ready, I'll slip my dick between your lips, and fuck your mouth until a massive load of my thick cum pours down your throat."

Shit... My core throbbed again, and I let out a loud moan, overtaken with lust. That fucking man and his filthy tongue... He could probably make me come like this, pouring lustful promises in my ear, his hips rolling in a slow and sinuous way, making our crotches rub voluptuously.

I was about to live with him, officially. I'd have endless access to him, to this, to us... What had I ever done to be so fucking lucky?

His hand released my wrists, but I docilely kept them there, crossed above my head. Maybe if I was a very good girl and pretended I was actually bound to the bed, he'd do all those things to me. I bit back a whimper when he started working on the fastening of my jeans, impatient to feel him enter me. Would I ever grow tired of this? Of him? It seemed impossible that people could be like us, or no one would ever do anything with their days.

Just as he was about to lower my pants, his thumbs hooked in the waistband of it, the sound of the front door being shut came to us. Lex's protest came in the form of a grunted curse, and mine was a whimperish sob. Fuck, no. Not the blue ovaries again...

He rose from the bed, robbing me of the enjoyable weight of his body, and then offered me his hand, to help me up. I redid the button of my jeans and pulled up the zipper as he adjusted his erection in his. Okay, time to go home, find some way to tie me up in his bed, and tomorrow, I was waking him up with birthday head – birthead? – for my birthday.

We exited my room together, finding Tammy and Darius in the kitchen, putting away some groceries they'd bought. Since I'd told her I'd swing by to finish packing up my things, she wasn't surprised to see us there, waving at us with one of her broad and toothy smiles.

"Hey, guys," Darius greeted us. We answered with the same enthusiasm as he finished putting away what he was holding. "So, are you ready for the big move?"

"I am," I confirmed with giddiness. I lifted my hands to sign the rest, since Tammy was now paying attention to the conversation, too. "We'll come back tomorrow, and then I'll be out of your hair!"

"I'll miss being roommates with you," Tammy declared with a pout. "Promise we'll still see each other often."

"I promise, boo. We work in the same building, remember?" I signed with a laugh. "But now, you'll get to be alone with your man for good, and I'll be with mine."

We all spoke for a moment, and it became clear that while Tammy was sad about my departure, she was delighted that they would have their little love nest to themselves.

"We really should go," Lex said after a moment. He was probably eager to continue what we'd started in my room.

"Already?" Tammy protested. "We wanted to cook you dinner, to celebrate the end of an era, and also Andy's birthday. Can't you stay?"

Lex turned to me, seeking what answer he should give, and I shrugged my shoulders with unmasked amusement. "Yeah, of course we can stay," I told Tammy.

She did a little happy dance and turned to Darius, who already knew what he had to do. Quite a few times now, she'd told me what an amazing cook he was, and I would finally get to experience it firsthand.

Lex didn't seem as thrilled with it, but I gave him a sheepish smile. He shook his head indulgently, and I rose to my toes to plant a quick peck on his cheek.

• • •

In the end, Lex quickly got over it, and enjoyed the dinner as much as I did. Tammy and Darius gave him some updates on a few projects he cared about, which I hadn't been familiar enough with to give him an extensive report. The food was marvelous, an amazing chicken mafe recipe that came from Darius's mother.

We had wine to accommodate, and since Lex remained reasonable, I did my best to keep it to a minimum as well. I didn't want to spend the entire day of tomorrow recovering from a hangover. We had too many things to do, and I wanted to enjoy my birthday to the fullest.

"I still can't believe how far you've come," Tammy signed. "First, with this boss and employee thing, which seemed to be quite hard to handle at first. And then this whole cyber hacker mix-up..."

I nodded mindlessly, going over a quick inventory of all the shit we'd endured since meeting. Six weeks ago, we were still in the middle of some massive shit storm. It was a real miracle that we'd been strong enough to resist it all, to cling onto each other and letting none of it ruin us. Not permanently, at least.

"It's tempting to ask, though. Was it a mix-up?" Darius wondered.

Lex remained unaffected, but I sensed myself stiffening in my chair. "I hardly see how I could have done that last job from a cell with two books and a toothbrush at my disposal," Lex stoically pointed out.

"I'm just saying, man. There are conspiracy theories out there, claiming you're the real Nammota. I've seen a bunch on YouTube, and even on TV. And I have to say, some of them have compelling arguments."

I wasn't certain about the type of relationship the two men had. Darius seemed comfortable with all this, but nothing in Lex's body language indicated that he was. Maybe it was the few glasses of wine Darius had drunk, maybe it was because Lex wasn't his boss anymore. It was also possible that the two men had a closer relationship than I knew, since Lex had worked with him closely on the app he'd wanted to develop for kids with learning disabilities.

"Yeah, I don't know what to tell you. It's ridiculous that anyone would still think it's me," Lex insisted.

"I can't even understand why it was you in the first place," I chimed in.

This line of conversation was making me highly uncomfortable, and although Lex was great at hiding it, I could see he also disliked the topic. I was familiar enough with Tammy to know she'd never do anything to Lex, even if she learned he was indeed Nammota. Of course, I wanted to believe the same of Darius, but I didn't know him enough to confidently make the same assumption. And regardless of that, the fewer people knew, the better.

"So, do you have anything planned for your birthday?" Tamika asked, changing the subject altogether. I mouthed her a grateful 'thank you,' and proceeded to answer.

"Well, we are coming back to take away my things, so you guys will officially be left with an extra room. We've started preparing some spaces for my belongings at Lex's, so the unpacking should be fast enough. Then, he is taking me to a restaurant we always pass by and that I've always wanted to try. I think we might drive to Portland tomorrow, to spend the day with my parents."

Tammy used this opportunity to tell me they were planning a trip so she could meet Darius's family in Boston. He'd already met hers, since her folks lived in Seattle, and she was positively impatient to visit his parents, whom she'd already met via FaceTime.

Eventually, we ran out of things to talk about. With the knowledge that we'd be back sometime in the morning, we parted ways. Tammy and I shared a warm and friendly hug, and once everyone was greeted, Lex and I exited the building.

On the way back to the car, he was pensive and moody, and I wondered why. Ever since Darius had insisted, he'd been lost in his thoughts. Was he worried about something, or was he just annoyed by our host's clumsy manners?

"Is everything alright, baby?" I asked, wrapping my arm around his middle, still walking by his side.

Only then did he realize he'd been in his head for a while. My question shook him out of his thoughts, and he turned to look at me, slightly startled. "Yes, sorry, I was just... I was trying to think of what I could do to make this Nammota shit go away. When I first did all this, I didn't care about the consequences. It didn't matter what I'd get over my actions. But now... I don't want it to complicate things. All I want is a happy, simple, and unproblematic life with you."

His words were touching, and the genuineness of his tone struck a chord in me. I wanted just the same, and while some rumors might still fly around, they would go away eventually, and people would move on.

"You'll get it," I promised. "We'll get our happy life together. That's the least we deserve after everything." He passed his arm around my shoulder and squeezed me against him, his lips kissing my forehead over my bangs.

In my heart, I knew deep down it was the truth. We'd been through so much already, I could hardly imagine any other issue coming in our way. We'd be happy from now on, free of problems and complications.

• • •

Birthdays had always been something important to me, something that I loved and looked forward to. Mine, or even other people's. I loved making gifts even more than I enjoyed receiving them. But this year, oh, this year... I was looking forward to my birthday. The first one I'd celebrate with Lex. And he was the reason why I was so impatient for it. Not only was I curious to see what was this mysterious gift he'd been working on for weeks now, but I also terribly wanted to move in with him. Almost exactly nine months ago, when I'd first met this man at Kelex, drooling over him in the elevator ride, or loathing him as I'd mistakenly assumed he was a chauvinistic ass, I would have never, not in a million years, imagined I'd be there one day. Eager to call his place my home, desirous to build an entire life with him.

As it turned out, Lady Destiny had a wicked sense of humor.

Because I was ridiculously anxious about the incoming day, I realized it was my birthday before I'd even properly woken up. As soon as my mind slowly slipped out of the slumber it had been in, it spun into action, excited by the prospect of the day. I became aware of the familiar and muscular body against me, instantly heating up as I remembered what my birthday would start with.

After we'd come back from my old place the night before, we hadn't indulged in any sexy activities. I was beaten from the packing, and Lex was still slightly perturbed. So instead, we'd gone to bed like reasonable adults – naked, since he'd insisted.

Now, however, I was well-rested, and I was relatively confident that the night had soothed his worries away. So now, it was time for our bi-annual birthead. Honestly, I couldn't think of a better way to celebrate my birth than by sucking on his morning wood and swallowing a generous load of his cum.

I maneuvered my way out of his sleepy hold, trying not to shake him out of his peaceful sleep. It sounded much more appealing to have him wake up with the sensation of his cock being jammed far down my throat than to do so by moving around.

Once the duvet was discarded, I admired his naked form, already sensing my folds getting wetter. This fucking man was mine until the end of time. He was already partially hard, not fully erect, but not very far from it. For an instant, I worried about consent.

In the past, I'd always made sure he was sufficiently awake before proceeding with any sexual endeavors. He'd woken me up a couple of times with his tongue on my pussy, and I hadn't minded it, on the contrary. Because we'd spoken about this before, he knew this was the way I meant to start the day, and he'd voiced no objections regarding that. And we were in an amazing phase, so I was sure he wouldn't mind at all. I'd never abuse of his unconscious state to get some sex if we were in the middle of some fight.

Deciding I was overthinking it and I had his consent for this particular enterprise, I went on with my plan. Kneeling on the bed, I lowered my mouth to his shaft. It was swollen and resting on his lower stomach, slightly angled to the right, like the rest of his body. God, I really loved his cock. Probably the only one that I'd ever actually find beautiful. Maybe it was

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