I turn to Andrew and give him a nod. “It’s all good here. I know Memphis from a while back.”
“This is the boys’ party, Royal. Don’t forget that.” He gives me a pointed look.
I snort. “Like I’d forget why we’re here.” I gave Memphis another look, then turn to look at the other little. “Alfie.” I hold out my hand for him. “Come spend some time with me.”
Alfie holds my hand and all but skips to the play mat. I haven’t played with him for a long time, and I’d forgotten how cute he is. I don’t look back at Memphis; Andrew is right about making this good for all the boys and littles. But never in a million years would I have thought of Memphis being a little, but as I surreptitiously watch him, he seems more boy. He hasn’t got a teddy bear like the other littles.
The picnic is great fun; I draw Alfie onto my lap and feed him titbits. “What’s your favourite thing to eat?” I ask him as he wriggles and reaches for a grape.
He looks at me and bites down on his lip as he thinks. Then he pulls my head down and whispers, “You, Daddy.”
I bark out a laugh as he blushes and ducks his head down, but there’s an impish smirk on his face. “I think we can do something about that, little one.”
“Now?” He tries to jump off my lap.
I tighten my grip on his waist, glancing around the table. “No, baby, not yet. People are still eating.” I try not to look at Andrew and Memphis, but the boy catches my eye as I look past him. I can’t work out the emotion he’s giving off. Is it sadness, regret, jealousy? I don’t know, but when Andrew whisperssomething to him, the look is gone, and he smiles, whispering back.
It’s not long until the littles are done with the food and get down. When we move back to the booths, the tempo changes. Marcus has taken off his T-shirt and now straddles Mitchell’s lap, letting Mitchell tug and play with his nipples.
Alfie watches them avidly. “Do you like that, baby?” I tug him close to me, sliding my hands up under his T-shirt to flick at the hoops through his nipples.
Alfie rips his T-shirt over his head and straddles me, kneeling with his legs on either side of my hips. His chest is now in line with my face. I’m going to have this boy begging for more before I take him somewhere more private. As I grip his arse, he rakes his fingers through my hair, and when I flick my tongue over the silver ring, his fingers tighten, and he moans softly pushing his chest closer. I continue to torture his nipples with my mouth and teeth, leaving a bruise above one.
From the noises around me, it’s all getting very heated. A quick look over Alfie’s shoulder shows there are boys already naked.
I have one hand down the back of his shorts, my finger stroking up and down his crack, getting closer to his hole every time. “Where do you want to take this, baby? Somewhere more private?”
He shakes his head. “No, here, Daddy. I want to show them what a good boy I am.”
“Then you’d better get off me.” I’m more than happy to fuck him with the others around. It’s a sex club; seeing other people fuck is normal and hot as hell. I make quick work of stripping him out of his clothes. I run my hand down his back and over his bum, spreading his cheeks apart so I can reach his hole. My fingers tap at his hole, the tip of one slipping easily inside him. He’s already stretched and lubed his channel. He’llstill take some prepping, but he knew exactly what he wanted tonight. “Hmm, what have we here, naughty boy?”
“I just wanted to be ready, Daddy,” he says with a guilty expression. I want to smile because I’m all for forward thinking, but little boys aren’t allowed to touch themselves without a Daddy’s permission.
“I don’t think that’s allowed, little one. I think you need a little reminder who’s in charge of your body.” In the blink of an eye, I have him over my knee. “I think six will be enough to make you remember in the future.”
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” he tells me, but I can hear the glee in his voice.
The first smack rings loud in the room. Alfie yelps but stays still, and the noise in room quietens as heads turn to watch. The next two are in quick succession, making him moan loudly. I steady him when he pushes his arse up higher. When the last one rings out, I praise my boy, rubbing my hand over his red cheeks.
As soon as he moves from my lap, I undo my leather trousers and let my painfully hard cock and balls free of their confines. With my legs spread, Alfie kneels between them, and with a look up at me, licks the length from my balls to my leaking tip. With a nod, I let him suck me. He’s bloody good at this, but I want in his arse.
“Enough,” I tell him, and he immediately stops. With a squirt of lube on my fingers, I stretch him again. “Climb back on, baby boy. You can come.”
Even though he’s just had a spanking for being too forward, Alfie is more than happy to show off his arse being stretched by my fingers, especially grinding down on them. “More, Daddy. I know how big you are.”
I add a third finger and watch his mouth go slack as I peg his prostate. “You like that, baby boy? You ready for my dick?”
He opens his glassy, lust-laden eyes and nods. “Yes, please, Daddy.”
I pull my fingers free and line up my cock to his soft opening. “Slowly, now boy.” I tell him before he just crashes down on me, desperate for all of me. I hold his hips, only letting him down an inch at a time.
“You’re so big, Daddy. I love you inside me.” His words are a sigh as he reaches the base, and his cheeks hit my thighs.
“I love being inside you.” I kiss him firmly, possessively. My tongue tangles with his as he rides me, slowly rocking his hips. I open my eyes and look over his shoulder and catch Memphis watching us, his raw desire boring into me, but when he sees me watching him, it turns into anger.
What the fuck is that all about?
Coming here tonight was a huge mistake. Like an enormous, catastrophic mistake. I wish I hadn’t stepped foot in the room. I see Royal straight away; he’s even better at thirty-two than he was at twenty-five. I freeze when he sees me. All the voices in the room fade away as he stomps up to me. The expression if looks can kill has never been more appropriate.
