I took his candy and piled it on the armrest to my right. His bottom lip stuck out. “Why—”
I leaned in and planted my mouth on his, taking the time to suck on his bottom lip. He let out a eureka-type sound, and I snickered but didn’t move away from him, swiping my tongue between his lips to chase the sweetness of his candy. I’d never made out in the back of a movie, and a euphoric tingly sensation swept my body as I dug my fingers into the soft curls I loved at the back of his head and held him still. I slipped my tongue deeper into his mouth, flirting with his. He reached over and clutched my shirt, trying to pull me across the armrest, which wasn’t possible.
We couldn’t do anything drastic here, or at least, I wasn’t the kind of guy to take things too far in public, but eventually my hand took on a mind of its own and crept down to knead his belly. He whimpered, and I glided my hand to his thigh, which he then moved directly to the bulge in his shorts. My cock throbbed in needy sympathy as I gave him a squeeze, and he whimpered into my mouth.
Someone in a row ahead of us laughed and the sound jolted me out of the Z bubble I’d been in. I yanked my hand off his cock and rested it on his knee, and he snickered against my lips as we both checked out of the corner of our eyes. There was something funny going on in the movie, but I didn’t even know the main characters’ names.
“Daddy, will you take me home?” Z murmured. “I need you.”
“Fuck,” I whispered. “Yeah. I don’t know what’s going on in the movie anyway.”
He laughed, and we got up, kissing again as we went, though we had to let go of each other and excuse ourselves past a couple of people to get to the aisle at the end. The trip past our fellow moviegoers was incredibly interesting, considering the state both Z and I were in, and I was pretty sure the way a lady gasped let me know she’d spotted some wood on one of us.
The sky had turned pink and purple while we were inside the theater, with the sun a golden streak in the west. As soon as we got in the car, I adjusted the seat, steering wheel, and rearview mirror while Z stripped his shirt off and tossed it in the back seat. I didn’t say a damned word about the annoyance of moving everything back where it should be because he snatched up my hand and placed it on his nipple while he bit his bottom lip.
“You like this, don’t you, Daddy?” he asked, resting his head back as he arched his chest. I rolled his left nub between my fingers.
“Mm,” I managed to get out, and he laughed.
I had to shift gears, but every time I was done, he would put my hand back, and somewhere around me blasting through a stop sign on Euclid Street about a mile from our house, he turned in his seat to let me have the other one to play with. I’d noticed he’d slipped his hand down and was pressing his palm to his hard cock where it was hidden in his shorts, but I didn’t care. I wanted to see him play with himself. I wanted to watch his face as he came.
I let out a long breath. I’d never been so keyed up by anyone, and we weren’t even in bed.
“Thank God.” I finally pulled the MINI Cooper into the driveway, threw the hand brake as I let the engine come to a stop, and turned to cup his face so I could hold him still to drive my tongue deep into his mouth. He whined in the back of his throat, and I ripped my lips from his to bend and suck hard on his left nipple. He cupped the back of my head, and I attacked, drawing more of his flesh into my mouth. He rubbed his dick faster while I sucked, and I grabbed his wrist, dragging his hand away. There was a large, damp spot on his shorts.
Growling, I sat back. “Did you come?”
“No. Close. Please, Daddy. Please.”
“Get inside. Get naked.”
He nodded and almost murdered himself trying to get out without unbuckling, but as soon as the seat belt was off, he raced for the front door. I turned off the engine and followed, wrapped in a thin cloak of fake calm, trying to get myself together before I went in. I opened the door and groaned as I shut it behind me. Z was sprawled bare on the stairs, his clothes flung everywhere giving me a clear indicator of the path he’d taken to get there. His cock curved up to kiss his stomach. I felt like an animal as I rushed over, then crawled up the steps between his spread legs to kiss him again.
He was warm underneath me, and more than anything I wanted to make him shoot his wad. I was addicted to the look on his face and seeing how happy he was when he came for me. I loved feeling him tense against me. He leaned back and snagged my hand, and I wasn’t shocked, though I wasn’t entirely sure what to do, when he guided it past his hard cock and pressed my fingers lower, below his balls. I kept going and teased my middle finger against his hole. He dropped his head back to moan.
“You want me to touch you here, baby?” I asked, tapping my fingers against the puckered skin.
“Yes, Daddy.” He sighed and closed his eyes.
“Go up a couple of steps and turn around,” I said.
His eyes flew open, and he frowned for a second before his expression cleared and he nodded fast, doing what I’d asked. His beautiful ass was in my face in nearly no time at all. I loved everything about the curved flesh, and as I stared at his lean back and ran my hands along the shallow dips of his waist, I couldn’t do anything except feel ridiculously lucky.
“You’re so pretty, baby. You know, Wayne talked about boys. Are you my boy, Z?”
He sucked in a breath that was more like a hiss. “Yes, Daddy. I am. I’m your boy.”
Humming in pleasure, I kissed along his spine and licked up between his shoulder blades before sucking and mouthing my way south again—but I didn’t stop. I kept going and went down a step, so I could lean in and easily spread his asscheeks. He glanced over his shoulder. I didn’t look away from his intense attention as I stuck out my tongue and licked down his crack to his hole. I wasn’t disappointed. His eyes slipped closed as I flicked my tongue, and his mouth fell open as if he couldn’t believe what was happening. He turned and lowered his head, tilting his butt higher in the air.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous. Your ass, Z. I can’t be the only person who’s ever said it.” I sank my teeth lightly into his right cheek, and he moaned. “It’s edible.” I’d never thought about bruising someone up, but a soul-deep satisfaction smacked me as I saw the shape of my teeth, my mark, on his otherwise perfectly smooth skin. I spread his cheeks apart and stared at his hole, which was the exact same shade as his nipples. Excitement boiled in my gut.
“Tell me why you like having your ass eaten,” I said quietly, thinking back to the advice from Wayne.
“Urgh. Just do it, Daddy,” he whined out.
“Tell me.”
“It’s good. It feels good.” He glanced back at me and licked his lips, and my cock lurched as I had a full-body sense memory of his magical mouth and tongue. “It’s a tease because… you know.”
