Crow gave me a cocky grin and a nod. I didn’t know much about him other than his dark, good looks, and hunky, big shoulders, and oh yeah, he owned and ran the NewYouFit4Life social media site. I made it a point to learn as much as possible about social media, and his site had been a good one for work. Even one of my clients, CutBarb, made sports drinks and advertised on his site. But I also wanted another taste ofhim. We’d had a quick hook-up once before, and it was beyond time for a repeat.
He led me outside the front door, holding my hand. “How you been, Joey?”
“I’m good, Daddy. Want a blowie? Let’s go somewhere more private.”
“Straight to the main event, huh? Sometimes, you might want to slow down, boy. Give a daddy room to breathe.”
Breathe? What? I rolled my eyes. “What’s to breathe?”
Crow shook his head, looking disappointed in me. I didn’t think he was as into me as I was into him. That happens. Sure. But who the fuck turns down a blow job?
“We could go to the playroom or something?” Was that what he meant by slow down?
He didn’t answer.
Nothing was going to happen. “Whatever. I don’t need you.” Instead of going back into the club, I walked out to my car and beeped the door lock before I got there. Fuck him. I slid in and headed home, thinking about Crow’s big cock the entire way. After all the hot, sweaty bodies pressing against me on the dance floor, I couldn’t help craving sex. Then Crow cock-blocked me. Was that what he’d just done? I could have gone with anotherdaddy, but he walked me right out of the club. What the hell did he want from me?
It didn’t matter. I got home and went upstairs, and yes, I was horny as hell. I dropped my clothes and crawled into bed naked. I wasn’t going to get any sleep, so I grabbed the lube from my nightstand and rubbed my cock with my sticky hand.
I needed to get fucked badly. It had been a while…since…I couldn’t even fucking remember. For all the willingness I had, I hardly ever actually played around. Crow had probably been the last. I gave him a blowie, and he gave me a hand job. That had been, what? Last year?
I didn’t want to think about it, except that it would have been nice for him to use those sexy lips on my dick. He could have blown me, too. That would have been nice. Fucking into a willing mouth—hot and wet. I humped up into my fist. I wasn’t going to last long.
I shot off quickly and went into the bathroom to clean up. Afterward, I grabbed my blankie and my binky out of the closet and crawled into bed. Life wasn’t going how I wanted it to. I wanted to be in the little lifestyle more. I wanted to be an influencer. But reality was that my pages weren’t doing well enough. And no one at the club actually wanted to play with me.
Work was okay but I didn’t care about it. Who the hell wants to promote energy drinks and stupid CutBarb anyway?
And face it. I was fucking bored.
I cuddled into my blanket and closed my eyes, hoping sleep would take me quickly.
The number one selling point for the Davis Island home was that I could easily tweak it into exactly what I wanted. I bought the house, and as promised, Tyler hooked me up with a decorator. Sean was a well-put-together man in his early thirties, and from my research, he had a successful business in the Tampa area.
We met at the house to discuss plans. “Let’s start upstairs, that’s where most of the work is.”
“Great. Lead the way.” He gestured for me to precede him, and we went up into the game room.
“The landing is tight, and this is too small. I want to blow out that bedroom and move the laundry there. I’d like that same kind of door into it from my room, though.”
“That should be easy enough.” He tapped on his tablet, taking notes.
“And how about putting a dry bar and drink fridge in the game room?”
He looked around, inside the laundry room and bathrooms, and the extra bedroom I wanted to get rid of. “How about a wet bar? You have the plumbing already. It wouldn’t take much.”
“That would actually be nice.”
“Great.” He tapped again. “What else?”
“It’s kind of dark in here. I’d rather have it bright and airy, more like downstairs.”
“I have ideas for that. Including a bigger window there.” He pointed to the wall between the two windows that overlooked the pool.
“Good idea.”
“Great.”
We went downstairs after that, but there wasn’t much to do on the first floor, aside from shifting some closet space. The rest would be what I brought in, like weights and a treadmill instead of a dining table. “Can you help with outside?” I gestured to the sliding glass doors. They were the kind that opened all the way, making it seem like the wall was completely gone.
