It would be easy to say yes, but I’m shaking my head instead. “Cash, probably.” There we go. Reasonable doubt if someone saw Laiken taping it to my window.
“Of course,” Dad says, chuckling. “Feel like getting up so we can have breakfast with our birthday boy?”
“I guess,” I say, pretending to be put out.
It’s almost midnight when I’m finally able to sneak out. The moon is behind the clouds tonight, so I’m nothing but a shadow as I sprint across the front lawns and dip into the hidden alcove where Laiken’s front door is.
It opens before I have a chance to catch my breath. I grin as Laiken takes me into his arms and kisses me deeply.
I love spending the day with Laiken, but fuck, is it exhaustingnottouching each other all day. I feel like I haven’t kissed him in a month. My arms and legs wrap around him as Laiken shuts and locks the front door. Then I’m disappointed when he peels me off him.
“It’s my birthday and I demand dick,” I say.
He chuckles. “I have something for you first.”
I frown. “You already gave me a present. And I love it.”
“Good. I’m glad you love it. But that was a present that wouldn’t raise any questions from your parents. This is your real present.”
“You finally put a bow around your?—”
Laiken’s lips cover mine, cutting off my words while he laughs. “Stop being so narrowly focused. However, your present does involve dick and a bow. Any guesses?”
Ohh. Now I’m intrigued. “You’re gifting me a dildo?” I ask. “That’s sweet, but there isn’t a better dick, real or otherwise, than yours.”
“You’re good for my ego.” Laiken kisses the side of my head and pulls me down the hall to the spare room. He pushes the door open and flicks the light on.
“Holy crap. Where did you find that?” I exclaim as I head for the big chair shaped like a cock. The seat is the balls, and yes, there’s a bow on top. “This is the coolest thing ever!”
“I thought it would go with your cockerabilia collection,” Laiken says.
It’s such a little thing. Not the chair itself. That’s not exactly small. But knowing how much I love to collect dick things and not just acknowledging that but contributing to it. More than anything else he could have possibly given me today, this probably means the absolute most.
I turn to face him, feeling all weepy and emotional. “It’s amazing,” I tell him. “I love it. Thank you.”
His thumb rubs against my cheek. “You’re welcome. Now get undressed and present that tight little ass of yours. You may have mentioned wanting to be dicked down.”
“Have I?” I ask, stripping off my clothes in a hurry. This seems like a good opportunity to try out the sturdiness of my new cock chair. I climb on, kneeling on the balls and wrapping my arms around the pert mushroom top. “Gah. I love this chair! I’m hugging a giant cock, Laiken.”
His deep chuckle behind me makes me shiver. I feel his body heat brush against me before he touches me. Like he’s hovering. Teasing.
“Always so ready for me,” Laiken murmurs. His hand reaches between my legs and strokes my cock. He hums in appreciation. “On my birthday, I’m definitely going to be the one dicked down. You best be ready.”
Generally speaking, I don’t necessarily have a preference for bottoming or topping. The only reason I’m obsessed right now is because Laiken has a dick to be worshiped. I imagine that when we’re not sneaking around quite so much and we can fuck whenever we want, I’ll be less likely to feel so… like I need to commit it to memory in case it’s our last time.
I’m happy to say that my man is prepared. He must have known a dick chair was the way into my pants. His fingers are already slick as he rubs my hole. I sigh, resting my head on the cockhead and closing my eyes as Laiken stretches me.
His other hand feathers over my skin, feeling me. His lips press softly to my spine, my ass cheeks, the backs of my shoulders. When he’s finally deemed me ready to take him, his body blankets mine.
Excitement makes me shake as the fat, blunt crown of his cock presses against my hole. My breath catches as he breaches my rim, making me gasp. There’s nothing better than this feeling. Not just his big dick pushing inside me, but the way he holds me to him. The quiet, deep groans he makes as he gets deeper and deeper. How I swear I can feel his dick absolutely everywhere inside me. I’m pretty sure the lump in my throat preventing me from taking a full breath is the head of his cock.
“Love this,” I grunt, closing my eyes. Pleasure burns through me. He pauses an inch or so inside and waits until my body relaxes. It feels like something simply unlocks and all the tension leaves, giving him much less resistance to push the rest of the way inside.
His fingers lace with mine. I can feel his hot breath all over my neck and shoulders and face. “This what you want, Lie?” he murmurs.
“Yes,” I answer, breathless. My attention feels like a batter that’s getting thinner and thinner before it eventually dissolves into nothing. I’m a shaking mess of sensation.
“I love being so deep inside you,” Laiken says, his voice against my ear. “Feeling your body jerk when I poke you just right.”
