Romeo spent every waking moment, and most sleepy ones, trying to convince his dad that he really, really needed to bring Meatball home to New Jersey. Over the course of a few days, they had learned from the man that he ran a small animal rescue shelter in town, and he was helping the original owners of the puppies in finding them a suitable home. Meatball was the runt of five from the litter and the last to be placed. Ariana kept quiet about her feeling regarding the situation, but if it was up to her, they would keep the dog.
While the kids slept in every morning, Jon would get up and work, so it didn’t consume all his time with them later. They agreed that Dr. Cummings was the best fit for what they were both looking for, so Ariana met with her over lunch one day to offer her the position. When she accepted, they talked about what exactly both she and Jon were looking for, as well as what she expected in return. Ariana had Jeanie send her the necessary documents and itineraries she would need to get started. Since the next leg started in the doctor’s hometown, Ari agreed to arrive a day or two before, so she could run some of her own tests and get a medical workup on her.
“You know you’re running out of time?” Ariana garbled with her mouth full of toothpaste, when she caught Jon's reflection in the mirror.
“Yeah, I know.” Sitting on the foot of the bed, Jon removed his shirt first, then his shoes. “Part of me wants to give in and say yes. He’s been through so much lately. But then, if I give in to him, what are the others going to think or want?”
Swishing the mouthwash one last time, Ariana spit it into the sink, blotted her lips with the towel and turned off the light. What she didn’t expect was that little twinge she felt between her thighs when she saw him. Shirtless and resting back on his elbows, his feet were bare and dangling slightly off the floor. She followed the dark trail of hair that disappeared into his unbuttoned jeans. Slinking her way across the room, she slowly slid her knees between his legs.
“How ‘bout we list all the pros and cons for taking Meatball home with us?”
“Have you ever had a pet?” Jon questioned.
“No. I never stayed in one place long enough.”
“Con number one.” He smiled.
“Not the same situation, but continue.”
Ariana found her mind wandering, as Jon continued listing all the reasons they shouldn’t get a dog. He looked absolutely delectable. From the way his forehead creased every time he spoke Romeo’s name, to the rise and fall of his abdomen as he let out a sigh.
“Are you even listening to me?” he asked her.
Smirking down at him, “Uh-huh. It’s not fair for Lidia to take on the responsibility of our dog.” She repeated his last comment, “but enough cons. Let’s move to the pros. Number one, it makes for a good companion.”
“For us or Ro?”
“Nun-huh. Pros. Remember.” Inconspicuously, her fingers roamed over his chiseled to perfection thigh as she inched her knee upward and ever so slightly rubbed against the seam of his jeans.
“Security guard, a protector, a best friend.”
Instead of replying, she simply unzipped his pants and further adjusted them for more room. His voice faulted just a little when she dropped to her knees, repositioned herself closer and planted a soft kiss against his sac. As he continued, he could feel himself twitch as she rubbed and stroked his half-hardened cock.
“Maybe we should continue this later.” He breathed between her strokes.
“Whatsamatta?”
“Crash, you have your hands clenched around my dick. That’s quite the distraction.”
She removed her hand and waited for him to continue. When he did, she ran her tongue along the vein that had started at the base and went to the head. She didn’t miss his throaty moan when she swirled the pre-cum over the tip and slid his head between her lips.
“FUCK!”
The mattress buckled as he fell back and slapped his hands over his face. But she didn’t stop, instead she took him deeper, deeper than he ever remembered her going. On instinct, his knees turned inward, squeezing her tightly. Ariana pushed them away with her elbows as she withdrew him from her lips.
“You stopped?”
“Dude! Who are you and what have you done with my wife?”
“Garbage disposal, babysitter, pillow.” She looked up at him with an arched eyebrow, “which means, less sleeping with us.”
Not giving him a chance to answer, she wrapped her delicate fingers around his shaft and took his balls into her mouth. Licking and sucking them while her hand moved up and down. Jon was in ecstasy. His wife’s tongue ran along his length, soaking it with her saliva, her mouth, doing things it’d never done before.
She swallowed him deep again, bumping her nose against the coarse patch of hair and held her position for several seconds. Savoring every pulsating inch of him, before pulling away from it. With more speed and passion, she continued sucking up and down until she felt his imminent orgasm building.
“Yes! Yes! Dear God, yes!” Jon shouted as he filled her mouth.
Swallowing, Ariana stood and wiped the corners of her mouth with her fingers. “I guess we’ll be stopping by the shelter on the way to the airport tomorrow.” She said, smiling as she turned and left him spent and breathless.
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As the car slowly rolled to a stop in front of the gray slate doors on Mercer St., Jon watched with a disparaging look as his ex-wife stepped out to meet the stopping car. He purposely didn’t text her to let her know they were close. He wanted to walk the kids up to alleviate any scene she may start. Looking over his shoulder towards the back of the SUV. “Okay, who texted Mom we were home?” he asked.
“I did.” Jake answered. “Is there a problem?”
“Nope.” Jon sighed and pushed open his door and greeted her with a simple, “Hello.”
Ignoring him, she pulled the handle of the back door just as Romeo kissed his new puppy goodbye.
“What on earth?” She exclaimed, looking back at Jon, shaking her head.
“Mommy, look. Daddy and Ari got me a puppy.”
“I see that baby.” She shot Ariana a disapproving glare. “What’s his name?” He handed his mother the leash as he got out of the car.
Laughing, “I named him Meatball.”
Dorothea turned on the ball of her feet to look at Jon. “You ass!” she hissed under her breath. “You let a six-year-old guilt you into a dog!”
“It wasn’t guilt,” he sneered.
“Oh please! I already told him no, so he did the next best thing. He played you and you fell for it. Or did you do it just so that you would look better than me?”
“Everything is always about you!” Jon snapped. “I’ll have you know we said no at first, but Ari has never had a dog, so I thought it would be a good idea.”
“Of course, you did! Always making decisions with your little head.” She huffed and walked back to the car and her kids.
As Jon said his goodbyes, Romeo made him promise to send pictures every day he was home with Meatball, and if he wasn’t, to make sure Lidia did. He also asked if it was okay for him to visit when they weren’t home. Jon reassured him he could visit as often as he likes, as long as it was okay with his mother. When it was Ariana’s turn, she bent to kiss him goodbye and whispered something in his ear that made him smile from ear to ear. With a wink and a thumbs up, he waved one last time and followed his mother and siblings inside.
Ariana got Jon change his mind
ReplyDeleteAnd special way about get Romeo
A dog. 😉 ugh Dorothea