“You’re… for real? You want to marry?” Is he red from the warm food or blushing at the idea? Either way, I want tolick him.
“Why wouldn’t I? You are handsome, we’re a match in bed. What else could I want?” I ask, because now that my family knows, there’s no reason to make my life unnecessarily complicated. We will get to know each other now, and unless it turns out his personality is repulsive, having him seems like the perfect solution to my long-standing issues.
A man of my own.
In my house.
And everyone knows.
I lick my lips and swallow, getting excited at the thought of Dalton being here, whenever I want. Of finally getting to explore my needs for real, and having an outlet for them.
Something I’ve craved all along but didn’t want to face.
His smile widens, and he grabs the tiramisu I placed between us, but then also passes me mine. “Weird way to propose, but okay.” Hispupils are a bit dilated when he looks at me. Is the drug kicking in, or is he just happy to be here? “I’m guessing we’re getting a prenup?”
He’s adorable.
I laugh, leaning back in my chair and finishing the wine in my glass. “Oh, we arenotgetting divorced. Ever,” I tell him with a wide grin.
“But what if either of us—”
“No, if you become my husband, I will not be letting you go.”
Is it an unhinged thing to say to a man I’ve known two days? Maybe, but we will iron out the wrinkles.
He packs a massive spoonful of tiramisu into his mouth as he watches me with wide eyes, not even blinking. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m not some kind of forever bachelor who snubs relationships. I’ve actually wanted one. No, this works, this really works. How about you? Any deadly Mafia exes in the wings that I should be aware of?” As he asks, he nudges my foot with his under the table.
So much for denying me dick.
I’ve won.
“Ah, no one you should be concerned about. I only dated people from outside… my work circles,” I tell him, but while this isn’t a lie, I’m not planning on opening up about my past. The last thing I need is him knowing my vulnerabilities, so he could exploit them once our bond inevitably grows. And he is definitely not finding out that I’ve never had anyone I’d call a boyfriend, or that no one before him got to top me.
I’ll make sure that he’s happy, and we will surely enjoy our time together, because why the hell wouldn’t we? He might not be the kind of man I’d happily see at my mother’s side, but he is whatIwant.
But since knowledge is power, I do want to know everything about him, so I ask, “How about you? Are you out?” I couldn’t exactly work that out from his Grindr messages.
He laughs and nudges me again, getting that sultry look in his eyes, his neck reddening. “Oh yeah. You know, I did wrestling from an early age, and… well, I worked out pretty quickly that I’m gay. Can’t say my dad was happy about it when he found out, but since I was not good at hiding, I just went with it, and since I was big, nobody dared fuck with me. Lots of guys wanted to wrestle me after hours, if you know what I mean?” Dalton opens a button at his collar. “Is it hot in here? I still have a bit of a thing for those wrestling costumes.”
I imagine him in one, wrestling me down to a mat, and suddenly I’m into them too.
“Maybe a bit,” I lie and pop two buttons of my shirt, revealing a bit of my chest. Pride swells inside me when he notices, and the heat of his gaze scorches my flesh.
This is what dreams are made of.
He desires me. And while, right now, he is under the influence of a drug, his body didn’t lie to me when we fucked that first time. I’m just breaking his resolve faster than it would have done on its own.
“So… what happened? How did you find out you liked men? Did you get hard for another wrestler?” I whisper as my own body responds to the fantasy woven in my head. When I move my foot over the floor and touch his, the electric shock gives me a shiver.
Unless he has the willpower of a medieval monk, we will be fucking in a matter of minutes, whether he knows it or not.
“God yes…” Dalton mumbles, eating his tiramisu even faster, as if he needs to demolish it before he’s ready to admit that he’s hard for me. Because he most likely is by now. If I reached under the table, would I find his erection wetting his pants with pre-cum already? “Once I was more aware of what to do, I got so horny with another guy I just ripped the back of his singlet, and drilled right in, because it turned out he got himself ready before coming to wrestle me. I guess I had a reputation. I held him in a lock and pinned him to the mat with my dick until I pumped his ass full of my cum.”
Dalton’s so flushed that if he wasn’t hard before, he surely is now. I bet he forgot he denied me his dick yesterday. I can’t keep myself from smirking as I move my foot up the side of his calf, and he whimpers, eyes zeroing in on me immediately. They’re so dark now, so very lusty.
“Oh, to be that other wrestler…”
Dalton bites his lip and slides his hand under the table where he grips my foot. Even his fingers are hot. “Come to think of it, he looked a bit like you. Just the way I like. Strong, handsome, pretty lips…”
