Anja shakes her head. “He won’t make it past New Orleans. Darling, can you lend me the cash?”
Georg shakes his head. “No. But you can earn it once everyone leaves.”
“I’m still here, right?” I ask, gesturing to my height. “Last I checked, two meters is pretty fucking hard to miss.”
“Especially wearing that get-up, my dear,” Anja says, patting my hand. “Honestly, Erik. How are you going to woo him when you look like some grandpa who runs the neighborhood carpool?”
Nacho slaps his thigh, doubling over with laughter. “Fuck, I love being part of this family.”
Georg pats his back, laughing with him. “Wait, was Erik serious? Are you and Bram monogamous?”
“For now.”
“Hm,” my uncle says, looking thoroughly disappointed. “You’ll have to let us know if you ever change your minds.”
Nacho sends me a look that meanswho the fuck knows what, and I stalk off, completely over this entire exchange. Ant can find his own way home, the little thief.
I also can’t believe Nacho got so much out of me. I’ve kept these disturbing urges for Ant to myself for a while now. At least as long as I’ve been living in the bunkhouse. Though…maybe a little longer if I really think about it.
Once I get home, I stomp into the bathroom on my side of the house and turn on the water, letting it heat as I disrobe. I step into the steamy tub and stand under the hot water, snarling over Nacho’s and my family’s insinuations.
I will not be taking advantage of Ant on this trip. I’m going as his protection. Nothing more, nothing less. Just taking care of a friend. A friend with ridiculously long, thick lashes and plush, pink lips.
Also…so what if I like shorter men? My porn-watching habits are nobody’s business. His age still bothers me, even though I know it’s largely mitigated by his experiences. This just feels wrong. Inappropriate.
Besides, I’ve never been in a relationship, and I’ve never wanted to be. If I were to pursue something with him, it’d only hurt him in the end, and that’s the last thing I’d ever want to do.
I mean, I’ve got to imagine that what he wants more than anything in life is stability. To know he can come home at the end of the day and trust the person there to greet him. To know he’ll be cared for gently and guided when he needs it.
That thought reminds me that I’m less bossy in the real world when I have regular access to a willing bottom. Which further jogs my memory—I haven’t been with anyone on my rotation in several weeks.
Shit. That’s probably what this is all about.
I get out of the shower and towel off. Hanging my towel to dry, I walk across the hallway to my bedroom and grab my phone. Ensuring the door is closed, I lie on the bed and pull up my favorite porn site. It’s run by a reputable company and features extreme size differences.
I go to my favorite couple—a diminutive five-foot-tall cutie with a pretty micro-cock and a six-foot-seven monster of a guy with a cock big enough to wreck any hole. They switch up who’s in charge quite a bit, but I’m a basic bitch—my favorite videos are the ones where the big guy gives it to the smaller one.
I’ve watched all their videos, including the newest one—at least twice—so I go back to my favorite. The little guy is spread out on the bed while the big guy spends several moments rimming and edging him, then filling him with an improbably large fantasy dildo with an expandable knot.
Using the handheld pump, he fills the knot until his tiny husband taps the bed.
“Too much?” he asks, swirling his tongue around the smaller man’s stretched rim.
“Just perfect,” he says, barely holding on.
I’m slightly obsessed with nipples and love it when the big guy takes out the nipple suckers and slowly…so damn slowly, twists them to create the suction, turning the little guy’s sweet gumdrops into stretched, oversensitive fat nipples.
With his partner filled to the gills and fully stretched, the big guy adds lube to his long fingers and sweetly plays with his partner’s small cock.
I’m not at all into age-play, but playing with someone who is physically tiny? Fuck, it scratches my Viking itch to be the big, strong man in charge. I return my attention to the screen, my cock swelling as the larger guy works two fingers over his man’s needy little cock. I love how the small guy arches and begs for completion, only to be denied.
I stroke my cock in anticipation of the next part, where the big guy deflates the fantasy dildo and replaces it with his own massive rod. One of my other favorite videos shows him playing with a real live ultrasound, and it’s shocking how much of the guy’s insides he’s rearranging with his dick.
The way he pushes inside that little body again and again…
Just as I get up a good rhythm, the alarm system chimes, and the front door opens.
“Honey, I’m home,” Ant says, laughing at his own joke.
