The BL Nook

Chapter 27: Maid in Minnesota

“Hey baby, what are you doing?”

“Hey…”

“You’ve been glued to that laptop for hours. Come oooon, pay attention to your boyfie.”

He was right. I’d been stuck house-hunting for what felt like forever. I wasn’t trying to keep it a secret from Josh, I just hadn’t found the right moment to tell him we’re moving in together. Now he was draped over me, practically vibrating for attention. Maybe it was a good time to ask him a few things before contacting a real estate agent.

“Babe, do you prefer wooden floors or tile?”

“Wood. Definitely wood. Preferably hickory,” he said without hesitation.

“Mid-century modern or bungalow?”

“Um… bungalows have creepy basements, so mid-century, I guess. Why?“

“Mmm… Okay. How about a pool?”

He squinted at me suspiciously, then snatched the laptop off my lap and started scrolling.

“Why are you looking at houses? And why are they all in Wedgwood?”

“Wedgwood’s a good area. Close to downtown, and really gay-friendly,” I teased, dodging the obvious.

He stared at me, frozen, the laptop sliding shut in his hands. His mouth moved a little before he found words.

“Are you saying… we…”

“What? Were you planning on dumping me soon? Should I stop looking for houses for us?” I said, smirking.

“Don’t say such horrible things,” he whispered.

“I’m booking a meeting with a real estate agent soon. Wanna come with me? I could really use your help.”

He didn’t answer. His eyes started welling up instead. Oh my God, he was crying, again. What a giant, adorable baby.

“Why are you crying?” I asked, laughing gently.

“I’m just so happy,” he sniffled.

I opened my arms. “C’mere, you sap. Moving in with me makes you this emotional? You know I’m a terrible roommate, right?”

“Stop trying to ruin it. Sniff. Let me enjoy this moment.”

He curled into my chest, crying quietly before lifting his head and kissing me, tender and raw.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner,” I whispered.

“…If you’re really sorry, you’ll do something you’ve been avoiding for weeks,” he said slyly.

Shit. I walked straight into that one.

Reluctantly, I got up, went to the bathroom to rinse off quickly, and faced my doom: The maid costume he custom ordered for me. (From chapter 25). In the mirror, the lace jockstrap thong looked intimidating. The skirt was short enough to flash my ass when I moved. I should’ve felt ridiculous, but somehow… I looked hot as hell. I gave myself a cocky little wink and walked out.

Josh’s eyes went wide.

“Holy shit, babe, you look insanely hot. But put on the headband.”

“No.”

“You mean, Yes master” he corrected, grinning like a devil.

“Ugh, fine,” I grumbled, sliding the headband on.

“And the duster,” he said, nodding.

“Seriously?” I whined but grabbed it anyway.

“Now… get on your knees. Since you’re dressed for service, let’s start with the most important chore: Lick off your master clean.”

I knelt in front of him as he sat on the bed, casual and commanding. ‘How can he be acting this way when he was crying just moments ago.’ He pulled his cock out, already hard and leaking.

“Good boy,” he murmured, smacking his tip against my lips. “Do your job and lick me clean.”

I hesitated, then gave in, wrapping my hands around him. When he talks to me like this, I feel a jolt that goes straight to my dick. My eyes locked on his, as I licked everything that was leaking off of him.. It tasted so good, I wanted more. Opening my mouth wide, I started sucking him down, managing more than halfway this time. A freaking record. 

“Mmm…” he groaned.

He pulled me off suddenly. I coughed a little, wiping my mouth. He reached beside him, picking up a butt plug and lube.

“Open. Wide.” he ordered.

He slid the plug into my mouth. My dick twitched at the feeling of being used like this.

“Get up. Lay over my lap,” he said, voice rough with need.

I draped myself over him, ass up. He rubbed lube over my hole and pushed the plug inside, slow but firm. I let out a desperate, broken sound as he slid it in and out, teasing me until I was dripping through the jock-strap thong. 

“You sound like you’re enjoying this a little too much,” Josh teased. “I think you need some punishment.”

Without warning, he spanked me. Hard. I gasped, the sting sharp and addictive. He did it again, and again, until I was squirming. Swallowing the butt plug deep inside me.

“It looks like you like this too,” he said. “Time to put you to work. Get on top of me.”

He stripped, laying back on the bed. I climbed onto him, positioning myself over his throbbing cock. Slowly, I removed the plug and pressed down onto him, inch by inch, until he was halfway inside. He noticed me struggling, breaking character for a moment. 

“Baby, don’t push yours-“

“Ha… No, Master,” I panted, lifting myself up on his chest. “Let me do my job.”

With a deep breath, I pushed the rest of the way down.

“Ah! Fuck…” I whimpered.

“You okay?” he asked, voice strained.

“Yeah… ngh… just let me move.”

I spread my legs. Leaned back bracing against his thighs, and started riding him. The friction, the fullness, it was almost too much.

“You look so fucking good in this positon,” he groaned.

He lifted my skirt, grabbed my leaking cock, and started stroking me as I bounced on him. The double stimulation sent me over the edge fast, cum spilling over his hand.

I slowed, but he wasn’t done. He grabbed my ankles and started thrusting up hard. Tears blurred my vision, drool slipping from my lips as he pounded into me. I felt him gush inside me with a broken, beautiful moan.

I collapsed against him, shuddering.

But he wasn’t finished yet. He flipped me onto all fours, grabbed the strap of my thong, and fucked me again, rougher, hungrier. I lost track after the third round. I was wrecked, bitten, cum-stained and gasping. The maid outfit didn’t survive either; it was ripped beyond repair.

Finally, Josh pulled me into a bath he’d drawn, sinking into the warm water with me cradled against his chest.

“What’s your dream home?” he asked softly.

“Mmm… I don’t really care, as long as you’re there,” I said honestly.

“Same,” he murmured. “When did you decide you wanted to move in with me?”

I smiled lazily. “After talking with my dad. Walking through my childhood home… it made me realize. I want to build a future with you.”

He was quiet for a long moment.

“When are you going to tell your parents?” I asked carefully.

“Um, soon,” he said, suspiciously vague.

“That didn’t sound shady at all,” I teased, splashing him with water.

He laughed. “My eyes!”

Maybe I was overthinking. Moving in together was already a big step. I could give him a little more time.

After the bath, we climbed into bed. Right before we turned off the lights, I remembered something.

“Oh! I brought this from home.”

I handed him the picture I’d snatched from my dad’s house: me and my mom, back when I was nine.

“Whoa… look how cute you were!” he said, grinning. “And your mom, she’s beautiful. You look just like her.”

“Right? People always said that growing up.”

He stared at the photo for a long time. Maybe too long. Was he falling for my mom or something? She was basically the female version of me…

Then he said something that made me want to punch him.

“To think… this sweet little boy turned into a sex-crazed maniac. Addicted to my cock.”

Gasp. “Give me that!” I yanked the photo away and tugged his hair, hard. “Why do you have to ruin beautiful moments?!”

He laughed like a madman, clutching his head.

When he finally caught his breath, he said, “We’ll put the picture up when we move into our house.”

“Yeah…” I smiled. “We should take pictures together too. We hardly have any.”

“We are,” he said under his breath. “For our one-year anniversary.”

“What? When did we decide this?”

“I decided. All you have to do is show up and look pretty.”

Cryptic, again. He was definitely hiding something but honestly, I was too tired and too happy to care.

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