That’s why Royal spread my arse wide open; he was letting everyone see me taking him.
“Fuck,” I curse softly as I process what I’ve done and how I feel about it.
“Hey, it’s okay. Don’t think, just feel.” Royal’s words are quiet in my ear, and his lips press the top of my head. His hips rock, and his dick, still hard inside me, rubs over my prostate, making me shudder. “It’s just me and you. The others have moved away.”
I lift my head up to look at Royal. “I’ve never done that before.”
I hear Memphis, but it doesn’t make sense. He’s been in a committed lifestyle relationship and has been a member of more than one kink club. Didn’t he and his Daddy ever do demos or show off, even just play with each other? Maybe this is why he’s lost his need to be little? The last guy drove him away. All the littles I know are fun, cheeky, and very eager to be seen.
He did enjoy it, though? There’s no way he didn’t want it.
I look at him, his eyes still bright. “Do you want to talk about this? Because, baby, you were incredible.”
“Not here. We can talk at home.” He fidgets, and I shift him, letting my dick slide out. As I lift him up, I see the gush of my cum dripping down. It’s a sight I never tire of seeing, and automatically, I run my finger through the cooling, tacky fluid. I lift my hand up to Memphis’ mouth, painting his lips.
“Leave it,” I tell him before he can open his mouth. It’s only so I can do it again. “Open.” As he parts his sticky lips, I push the two wet fingers in his mouth. “Suck.”
His tongue swirls around the digits as if it was my cock, making mine stir again. I pull them free and kiss his lips, stroking my tongue over this slick of my spunk. “Let’s go home.”
I pull up his shorts, then tuck myself away.
When we stand, I watch Memphis as he looks around, scanning for anyone looking our way. “We’ve only done whatjust about everyone else in the club has done.” I nod in the direction of a corner booth where Roman is now bent over a table with his arse full of Jackson’s dick. “Being watched is part of the fun for a lot of people. I’m sorry if it wasn’t what you wanted, but babe, you never said no.” I take his hand, and we walk to the door. I give Saint a smile and a nod of thanks for leaving us alone once Memphis had come. Noah was so turned on watching, he all but dragged Saint to a booth.
We don’t say much on the way back to my house, but Memphis keeps his hand resting on my thigh, his fingertips making small circles on the soft leather. I don’t think he’s even aware of the motion. I pull onto the small driveway and switch the engine off. Memphis left his car on the street in front of the house, planning to stay the night with me, but I’m not sure if he’s going to want to after he tells me everything he didn’t want to say at the club.
Memphis looks at me, leans over the console, and kisses me. It’s not a quick, thanks for a great fuck kiss. It’s one full of promises of more to come that makes me smile against his lips as he tries to pull back. I cup his nape. “Don’t stop.”
“We can do more than kiss when we get indoors,” he says as he reaches for the door handle. At least I know he’s not running home.
“Okay.” I reach into the back seat to pick up my harness, then open my door and walk up to the front door. The evening is warmish, but as Memphis is still only in his shorts, I don’t want to keep him outside for too long. “Come on in.”
“I wish you’d kept that on.” He reaches for the harness, taking it from me and running his fingers over the soft leather. It has lost some of its rigidity over the years I’ve been wearing it, but as I don’t see myself as a big, bad, intimidating Dom, I like it more like this. It still gives the boys something to hold onto when I fuck into them.
“If you’re a good boy, I’ll put it on again,” I whisper in his ear, then bite the lobe. He shivers as I tug on the tender skin. “Something to grab when I fuck you into the mattress. After we’ve talked.”
“Maybe we don’t need to talk at all. I’m okay, I promise.” He shrugs, brushing off the reaction he had earlier.
“Sorry, babe, it doesn’t work that way.” I give him a small concession. “We can talk in bed.”
Memphis all but rolls his eyes. Instead, he nods. “Yeah, okay. Don’t expect too much. It’s not epic news, just filling you in on my history. My last relationship. It should help you understand things a little better. That’s all.”
I know there’s more to it than he’s saying by his casual dismissal of whatever caused him to break up with his last Daddy. When we reach my room, I stop him from moving towards the bed. As I cup his face in my palms, his eyes go wide. “Just something to think about,” I say, then kiss him slowly. I let my tongue roam lazily over his, waiting for him to join in.
It doesn’t take long, and as his arms wrap around my neck, I scoop him up. My hands under his bum, hoisting him until his legs are around my waist, and carry him to the bed. The kiss breaks as I lie him down. His eyes are glazed and his lips puffy, slick from my tongue. I’ve never seen anything as sexy.
“Strip,” I tell him, my gaze fixed on his face until he slowly slides his hands down his torso to his waistband. I know what’s under there; I’ve had him already tonight. But still, my heart rate picks up as he undoes his shorts and shimmies them off his hips.
Naked, he lies back, stretching his arms above his head, elongating his whole body, like a cat in the sunshine. “Your turn.” He even purrs as he says it.
I don’t give him the same show, although he seems pleased with what he sees. “I don’t think I can wait,” he says. “You need to fuck me into this mattress.”
He spreads his legs, bending his knees and giving me a glorious view of his hole. It’s still a little puffy, and I doubt it will take much to get him ready. “Is that a demand, boy?” I smile, letting a dimple pop in my cheek. He sees it and smiles back.
“Ahh, your secret weapon. The one that has all the boys clamouring for your attention, ready to bend over at the slightest glance.”
I laugh loudly because he’s right. Not that I’m going to admit it. “I only want you, boy.” I take the few steps to the bed and kneel up on the mattress, between his legs, spreading them even further. Exposing him even wider. “That’s a very pretty sight. I bet my cum is still keeping you slick; I could slam back in you with very little resistance. You like a little pain with your pleasure, don’t you.”
I’ve been circling the soft entrance with two fingers as I lean down over him, and I push them inside him. He gasps, then bites down on his lip as I pump in and out of him. “Yep, still wet. God, I wish you could see how greedy your hole is, gripping me tight, suctioning me in. I’ll have to record this some time, so you can see just what a slut your arse is.”
