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Brody brings her flowers one night, while Buddy’s on an excursion.
She trades him a hug for the bouquet, buries her nose in it even though she knows it’ll make her sniffly later.
It’s a bundle of red and white flowers, some gladioli, which are her favorite.
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“They’re mine too,” Brody had said, beaming at her. “They’re tall.”
Malakai snuck a sly glance at them. He’d sat down to wait for their taxi, but Julia and Brody were, like misbehaved children, fully in the flowerbed of this office building to pick a bouquet. “Their name means sword,” he said, little smile twisting his lips. “Like gladiator. Like you. My sword.”
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“You’re so sweet to me, puppy,” she croons playfully, gives him a kiss on the cheek. “What’s this for?”
Brody looks her in the eye. “Woof,” he says drily.
Julia snorts a laugh and goes to put the flowers in water.
Brody is an excellent cook, and being his assistant in the kitchen is the only time cooking doesn’t make Julia break out in hives.
Once dinner’s in the oven, Julia hoists herself up onto the counter to plant a kiss on her man.
His hair is growing out a bit, has to be slicked back; Julia loves it, because it means she can yank on it as she kisses him, get him to groan into her mouth like that.
She’s got the back of his neck in a hard grip, kissing him like she’s trying to eat him alive, and she pushes into his mind with the throbbing empty ache of her where he isn’t. He bites at her jaw, and she can feel what he wants too, oh, he’s going to destroy her—
The oven timer rings. Julia could kill a man.
Dinner is…weird, obviously, while they both stare at their roasted veggies and chicken parm and think about how they almost fucked on the kitchen counter, but the silence doesn’t last long. Brody’s a funny guy, and he’s good at encouraging conversation.
“I think we should curse all timers,” he suggests mildly, mouth full of broccoli. “Malakai agrees.”
Julia snickers behind her hand, struggling not to choke on her food. Their bond is barely-there when she’s not touching one of them, but she can feel enough to know that Malakai has said no such thing, because he’s napping.
“You want to curse the concept of timers, because one cockblocked you,” she checks.
“Cockblocked us,” Brody corrects gravely.
When they’re done, she dumps their dishes in the sink, and doesn’t even feel bad about leaving them for later as she grabs him by the hand and leads him to the sofa.
One thing Julia loves about Brody is his range. He’s brutal in the ring, but at home, he’s so…biddable. It’s easy to push him down, to climb into his lap and just kiss him; he’s so content to follow her lead. His hot mouth on hers, his broad, slow kisses — she’s hot all over. Her whole jaw is tingling, and all down the back of her neck.
When they break apart, he sighs into her neck, picks up mouthing at her jaw until she gasps and squirms away. “Oh-h—” She tips her forehead against his, waiting out the breathlessness.
“Ma’am,” he murmurs there, sweet as anything.
They haven’t…discussed anything, but if he needs her to be ma’am, she can probably work something out. She straightens up and takes his chin in her hand. “Do you need something, puppy?”
Brody takes a controlled breath in and out, but his hand tightens on her thigh. When he speaks again, it’s even quieter.
“Mommy,” he whispers, and Julia shivers all down her spine. “Mommy, will you hurt me, please?”
Love rushes through her, heat pools in her stomach — she’s so lucky.
“The gods really gift-wrapped the perfect little boy for me,” she says, holding his face between her hands. His eyes are pleading. “Of course I’ll hurt you, puppy.”
She smiles sweetly at him, stroking his temples for a moment longer, and then she draws a hand back and strikes him hard across the cheek.
Brody moans, loud and undeniable; she hits him on the other side just to hear it again.
“Thank you, Mommy.” He nuzzles her shoulder, kisses the strap of her dress. Oh, he’s cute.
“I’m not done with you, baby.”
The glint of fear in his eyes, even though she knows it’s a show for her, makes her wet. Her clit feels all fizzy.
She’s mockingly gentle when she tells him her plans. His eyes cross a little trying to focus on her. “I’m going to use your dick, and I’m going to hurt you while I do it, because I like to hurt you.” She swears he whimpers, high in his throat. “You’re not gonna come until I’m finished, okay? Can you do that for me?”
Brody’s eyes dart to the side. “Ma’am, I — I don’t —”
She hits him again. His moan is devastated. “That was a joke, puppy. Good boys always do what Mommy says.” She tugs at his shirt. “Off, baby.”
God, he’s just the perfect shape, big and soft and strong. His chest is a little torn-up, swollen from the chops he’d taken last night.
It’s not a surprise to find that he’s hard when she peels off her underwear and unbuttons his jeans, but it is delightful. “You’re so excited!” She coos. “That’s precious.”
Brody protests, “Ma’am,” halfheartedly, but he stops complaining, eyes slamming shut, when Julia grinds the slick mess of her cunt down on him. “Ohhh,” he groans. “Mommy, will you let me, please?”
Julia can’t help a fond glance — he’s being so silly, her baby. “I already told you I will,” she chides. “You’re lucky you’re cute, so you don’t have to be smart.”
It’s endlessly rewarding to feel his hips roll up involuntarily, to hear him whine. “Please—”
She slaps him. “Be patient, baby.”
While Brody’s still blinking away the shock, Julia steadies herself on his chest. The stretch of her fingers is good; she works herself open on three because Brody’s fucking big, thinks maybe I should have lube for this and also well I’m gonna fucking try.
She slicks her wet hand down his dick — Brody inhales sharply — and lines him up.
It takes long, slow, deliberate breaths to let him in. It doesn’t help that he’s making the loveliest little noises, his hands balled into fists. But Julia doesn’t have to restrain herself — she digs her nails into his shoulders as she rocks back on him slowly.
The stinging, bright-sharp feeling of having him inside her fizzles Julia’s brain into static, and for a moment she can feel the echo of them, see with her inner eye the soft creature Brody becomes when they do this — and sense Malakai’s wry attention. They’ve woken him.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” Brody’s whispering when she shakes off the echo. He’s left his hands at his sides, even though she hasn’t asked him to.
“You’re doing so good, puppy,” Julia says, knowing she sounds breathless — she feels too full to even breathe properly. “So good for Mommy.”
Brody makes a punched-out sound, and Julia’s gotta have more of that, so she scratches her nails down his chest as she sets a faster pace.
Julia’s hands are small enough compared to Brody that she needs both of them to fit his throat — she’ll have to save that for after she comes, when she doesn’t need to balance. It’s a shame. The way his eyes flutter shut, the feeling of his blood pumping under her fingers, always gets her going.
Instead, she settles for pinching one nipple, then the other, relishing in his groans before she goes back to tug hard.
The choked, pained noise she gets from him makes her crazy. Every time the head of his dick slides against her g-spot, it sends a wash of pleasure through her, almost overwhelming. She gets her clit between two knuckles. “God, that’s good, baby.”
Then all of a sudden, it’s too — too much. She arches, cunt throbbing around Brody’s length. “I’m gonna come, holy shit —” her thighs tremble; she lets out a shaky breath, balancing herself on the sofa.
Brody reaches to smooth his hand down Julia’s side, but she smacks it away. “Ask.”
“May I touch you, ma’am?”
“There we go. Yes, you may.” His sweet obedience does everything for her. And she’s so sensitive after she’s come; maybe she could have another? Each slow rolling thrust is a whole-body experience; she can feel it in her throat, her head, her lungs, as much as her cunt. “You’re the best toy,” she hums, and Brody moans, hips twitching upward, shaky.
“May I come?” he manages, voice hoarse and eyes desperate.
“Wait, baby.” Julia’s barely moving on Brody’s dick, just tiny rocks of her hips that hit right where she wants it, make her gasp. She’s almost sore, the pleasure just this side of painful. It’s so good. It’s building in her on top of the first orgasm, so much —
When she comes this time, it’s like it’s tugged out of her, a thread pulling from within her, and she can only moan.
Julia lets herself fall forward on top of Brody, immediately the most relaxed she’s been in weeks. She kisses his cheek. His fingers are still clenched on her thigh; his eyes are dark and shiny.
“Should we give you your treat now?” Julia teases him, and although she can feel his thighs straining under her, feel his cock flex inside her, Brody himself seems incapable of speech. He just whines, so so sweet. Julia can’t resist any more — she wraps her hands around his throat, pressing just so on the pulse points. Brody’s eyes fall shut with a moan.
“I think he deserves it,” says Malakai from the doorway. Julia startles — he was so quiet. “Hardworking puppies deserve treats.”
“Is that right?” Julia coos at Brody.
Brody nods his head frantically. “I’m good?” is all he manages. Julia feels his voice rumble under her palms.
“You’re so good,” Julia murmurs in his ear. “Come.” She releases his neck so she can bite down hard on his shoulder, and Brody wails.
It only takes a few thrusts for Brody to lose it, fingers pressing white marks into Julia’s hips. He’s breathing hard, presses his forehead against hers.
“There we go. That’s my baby.”
Malakai hmmms. He moves to perch on the end table, but shoots Julia a significant look that makes the back of her neck hot. She’s spent, but, well. She can’t help liking it when Malakai’s good at what he does.
Brody blinks his eyes clear, looking dazed and woozy. “Thank you, Mommy,” he mumbles belatedly.
Julia kisses his forehead, lays herself down along his side, although there’s not that much room on the sofa so she’s really just on top of him.
“Don’t thank me, thank your daddy. He’s the one who convinced me.”
Brody cranes his neck to see Malakai, so Mal puts a hand on his head — I’m here. “Thank you, Daddy.”
“Sweet,” Malakai murmurs. “Do you two want to go upstairs so we can spread out?”
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Brody stays awake long enough to ask when Buddy’s flight gets in (Thursday), and to sleepily offer to blow Malakai (“maybe in the morning, baby”), before passing out cold in Malakai’s lap.
Malakai wryly retrieves his book from the nightstand — it’s too early to sleep for someone who’d just napped — but Julia aches for sleep. She tucks herself under Brody’s arm and shuts her eyes.