He easily does that to me, too. I’m about to suggest we go fuck behind the privacy screen when the tailor returns.
“My apologies, gentlemen. Who would like to go first today?”
“He will,” I say, settling in to enjoy the show. “I’m paying and picking everything out for him. My treat.”
I arch an eyebrow when it looks like my boy’s about to argue with me, but he finally rolls his eyes and sets his cup down. “Guess I’m going first.”
My cock thickens in my slacks. “Good boy,” I say as I raise my cup to my lips to take another sip.
* * * *
The process takes a while, and we’ll have to return for a final fitting for Daniel once the suits are ready. Because my measurements haven’t changed from the last time I bought one, I know my session will take less than twenty minutes.
The entire time the tailor is measuring Daniel, I sit there with a satisfied smile on my face that my boy can easily see in the three-part mirror.
Meaning the entire time he’s being measured and fitted, he’s struggling not to get a hardon.
When the tailor steps out for a few minutes after measuring Daniel, I step over to the door, snap the lock, and quickly put him on his knees to fuck his mouth.
Yes, I might have asked that this little break was added to our fitting time and paid them well for the privilege.
If I don’t come, Iwillend up hard for my entire fitting.
The fire in my boy’s eyes as I use him means I’ll be getting rode hard myself later tonight. I love lying in bed with him on top of me and impaled on my cock, watching as he gets lost in lustful pursuit of his orgasm.
I don’t deny my boy the pleasure of coming—I make him come every chance I get. I enjoy that too much to deny myself, much less him.
Right now, however, is forme. And every thrust I take deep into the sweet, wet heat of his mouth brings a soft, subby glaze to his blue eyes that, by the time I’m ready to empty my balls down his throat, has turned into full-on subspace.
When I come I grab the back of his head, hard, and pull him against my body so his nose is buried in my pubes and I feel the way his throat works on the head of my cock as he swallows, swallows, swallows.
Easing off only enough he can take a breath, I wait until his lungs are full to press forward again, my softening shaft still vibrating with the last echoes of my climax. Then I finally pull free and lean in for a kiss.
“My good boy,” I whisper, smiling. “It was so fucking hot watching you up there.”
He blinks, still trying to process what I just said. His erection tents his briefs and if we had more than a few minutes, I would have bent him over one of the chairs and pounded him.
“Thank you, Master,” he whispers, struggling to return to the real world.
Chuckling, I tuck myself away and help him to his feet. “Get dressed.” I go unlock the door and make a mental note to myself to give the tailor an additional cash tip when we return to pick up our suits and ask for about thirty minutes alone between fittings.
Later, in my car, he leans across and kisses me. “That was mean, Master.”
I reach between his thighs and cup his crotch, his erection firmly pressing against my palm. “That was thepoint, baby.” I smile. “You took next Friday off?”
He nods rocking his hips and grinding against my palm as much as his seatbelt will allow. “Yep.”
“Good boy.” I give him one last squeeze and sit back to fasten my own seatbelt. “Expect it to be a very interesting afternoon.”
We return to my condo and I barely have time to lock my front door behind us when the boy launches himself at me, kissing me in his desperately needy way.
A very sexy way.
He jumps up and wraps his legs around my waist, and like that, I carry him to my bedroom and drop him onto our bed. When he bounces up, I shove him back down hard with a hand splayed against his chest just to see the fire blaze in his blue eyes.
So it’ll be that kind of afternoon, I suppose.
I straddle him, pinning his arms over his head. He loves that I can overpower him and control him.
