He laughed. “You’ve been drinking. I’m right here.”
“No, I’m not drunk,” I said, sitting up straight. I tugged on my seat belt and wished I could hug him. “I just… I’m really proud. This is all new.” I glanced out at the fall leaves on the trees lining our street, lit golden in the longest sunbeams of the day. Soon it would be dark. “Everything is changing all at once. The world. Our lives.”
“But we aren’t. Not really. It’s still Z and Dare versus the normies and the rest of the world.” He grinned and tugged down his sunglasses to stare at me for a second before he went back to driving.
When he pulled the MINI Cooper into the driveway, I made a show of taking my phone out of my pocket.
He tilted his head as he took off his sunglasses. “What?” He leaned over to take the case for the glasses out of the glove box and studied me as he put them away again. “Really, what?”
I turned the phone toward him and pointed at the time.
He gasped.
“You have ten minutes, and I want to see the biggest toy you have in your ass. I mean it. I want you stretched for me.”
He whimpered. “Yes, Daddy. Oh my God.” He shot out of the seat so fast he forgot to put on the parking brake, and I laughed as the car drifted and reached over to do it. Rolling my eyes, I went around, put up the roof, and took the key out of the ignition where he’d left it. I also made sure the headlights were off, and closed and locked the doors.
Z was thumping around upstairs as I entered the house. I chuckled at the light swearing that carried down to me as he didwho knew whatto get ready for me. I glanced at the stairs to make sure he wouldn’t panic-run down here for something he’d forgotten, which had happened a time or two when he had something he wanted in the dryer, or he’d decided he needed a bottle of post-sex water to be waiting by the bed. I went to the couch and hunkered down, reaching far back under it to where I’d hidden a plain-looking cardboard box. Inside was a twelve-by-twelve red satin box, and I carefully took it out. I stared at it. My heart kicked up and I rubbed at my chest. This was a present for starting his new job, but also a thank-you for taking a chance on us.
And hopefully the beginning of a new part of our lives.
Zayden and I could have lived together forever as friends and never had the relationship I now swore was the only thing keeping me going some days. How had I survived without him all this time? I rested my cheek against the smooth box and smiled when I finally didn’t hear any noise upstairs. I didn’t think he’d noticed yet that I wasn’t trying to catch him not ready. I never went up the steps until he stopped moving around.
He still panicked every single day we were home to do this, and it always made me smile. I took my time climbing the stairs, and my cock hardened at the needy sound that carried out into the hallway.
Yes. What’s he doing to himself?
My breath was knocked out of me as I stepped around to lean in the doorway of my room. Z was spread out on the bed, and his delicious pink nipples gleamed with something he’d put on them that made them shine like candies. His cock glistened; he’d rubbed something on his skin that had him glittering like a precious gem. Excitement built in me.
Every day he shocked me, as if it was the first time I was seeing him naked. I’d expected the rush of emotion to become familiar, but it hadn’t. He was so fucking beautiful my heart hurt. To top it all off, the end of a large jet-black dildo stuck out of his hole. The toy was bigger than me. He’d shared his collection with me one night, and I’d asked to watch him play with it.
I couldn’t get enough of seeing how wide his hole was stretched.
And thanks to the thick toy, when I went over there, I wouldn’t have to prep him or worry at all. I’d be able to slide it out and glide right into his slick, warm ass. My cock ached as Z licked his lips and traced his hands over the small baby bump at his middle. It was gorgeous, just like him, and the more I saw him in it, the more I wanted him to wear it. I decided he’d be my little pregnant Z until we had to get ready for work tomorrow. I wanted to give him that time in the belly, and I was starting to crave it myself. Next he drew his fingertips along his beautiful thighs, directly to his straining cock.
“Fuck yourself for Daddy,” I murmured.
Z whimpered and did as I asked, spreading his legs to give me a good view. I’d thought I was already as hard as I could get, but my cockhead buzzed with needy pulses of arousal, and my hard-on felt massive where it jutted in front of me, trapped in my pants.
“Fuck, boy, you’re beautiful.”
“Thank you, Daddy.” His eyes slid closed as he threw his head back. He rubbed at the belly and pumped the toy in and out of his ass. Sometimes I asked him to keep going until he finished because I loved watching him come for me—my Zayden porn.
“No one else in the world gets to see this. It’s so special for Daddy, boy. You’re so beautiful. I love the care you take to make yourself look good for me,” I said, tapping the present against my thigh. Originally I’d been thinking about just handing it over.
He arched his back and fucked himself harder, and I couldn’t stay still. I walked over to the bed and watched, smelling something sweet on the air. When I couldn’t stand holding off a second longer, I crawled onto the bed between his spread legs and felt drunk in a way I could never get from alcohol. He drove the dildo faster into his ass while he rocked his body.
“Daddy, I need you,” he said softly. He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, and his cock strained high in the air. I groaned as a drop of precum rolled down his shaft.
“I can see that, boy. Daddy loves it. Daddy loves you so much like this. I bought you a present, Zayden. This is… it’s more than just another toy,” I added, really wanting him to understand. “It means a lot to me.”
“Oh, Daddy. I want a present from you.” It wasn’t his words but the way his eyes sparkled, and the breathiness of his voice that had my stomach fluttering.
He let go of the dildo, but I clasped his wrist and guided his hand back to the toy. His eyebrows rose and he bit his lip harder.
“Daddy, I might come.”
“Don’t. But don’t stop, either.” I grinned.
