He glanced back over his shoulder at me.
“Do you think I could go without this? Would you be comfortable? I test regularly. When we started getting closer, I went. I’m okay.”
He nibbled on his bottom lip and several emotions tugged on his expression, ending with something far too serious for the moment. “Can I think about it and let you know when I’m not so hard?” He blew out a long breath.
I chuckled. “Yeah. Anything you need.”
Part of me wanted to push, but I loved how he smiled at me, and I hated that all it took to make him happy was for me to simply not be an asshole. I kissed his shoulder, my lips sliding across the cotton of his sweater, then got my dick out and slipped on a condom. I yanked the Bubblegum Blast lube from my pocket and smirked as I coated myself, and then I took a minute to tease his hole. I loved the way he visibly shivered.
“Do you want it, Hanii?”
“Yes,” he said, desperation heavy in his tone.
“Show me.”
He moaned, and I almost came when he pushed back onto my fingers. I spread him open, carefully slicking up his hole, and he fucked himself on my fingers until I was throbbing. When I couldn’t stand to wait anymore, I slid my fingers free, then used my dick to spread his hole open. The sensation of pushing into his body got me every time. I held my breath until I was fully inside him, moaning when I was deep in my favorite place on earth.
“I’m gonna go fast so I’m not late,” I said.
“Yes.” He nodded, curls bouncing.
“You better fuck yourself on me and do your part.”
He made a small sexy noise that had me grinning, and I unleashed. I grabbed his hips to hold him still and plowed him like our lives depended on it. His pants slid down to his knees and he whimpered, hands gripping the couch. I’d expected him to start jerking off, but he was busy thrusting back against me.
“Are you getting off on my dick?” I asked, then bit his shoulder.
“Yes. Please, it’s so good.”
We smashed our bodies together. It was brutal and exactly what I needed before going onstage. I loved being in front of a crowd, but I was always keyed up right before it happened, and I shoved all that energy directly into his delicious body.
“You can think about this when I’m singing. There are always a few people who try to hit on me after a show. They want this,” I said, jamming my dick hard into him. He moaned. “But you’re the only one getting it. You’re the one I want.”
“Yukio,” he said, whimpering my name.
I squeezed the back of his neck and bent him farther forward, and he went, like it brought him nothing but joy to follow my subtle commands. His submission was fucking beautiful and reminded me again of why I needed to find a way to work this shit out with Alexander. I’d never once thought there would be a day that I wouldn’t want to see Alexander Carrington’s head spin around and explode when he found out I was fucking his father. But now I didn’t. I panted and buried my face against Micah’s back, letting him pull me away from my thoughts.
Micah was all I wanted to focus on.
I would do it. I would fix this so I could keep him. There was no way I was giving up this beautiful body or the peaceful comfort of knowing I had someone who made me smile waiting at home.
I buried myself deep in his ass. All the tension and worry wound tight in my gut, then exploded with the pleasure that ripped through me. I yelled and emptied my balls into the condom, wishing I was buried in him with nothing keeping us apart. And maybe soon we could do that.
He was still trying to move on my dick, so I carefully pulled out and spun him around. He was dazed and looked like he was so strung out he couldn’t even form words as I sank to my knees in front of him and sucked his dick into my mouth. It only took me tonguing his cockhead for a few seconds before I was swallowing his cream. He writhed and whimpered and made the best noises while I ate every last drop.
As I got to my feet, licking my lips, he gave me a goofy grin. I kissed him, shoving my tongue deep into his mouth. When I was done, I pulled back, and he rested his forehead against mine.
“Will this be enough until later?” I asked, trying to catch my breath.
He nodded and laughed. “Yes. I don’t... love crowded loud spaces.”
I nodded. “It’s okay if you don’t want to come with—”
“Wait, I didn’t mean to say that.” He sighed and hugged me, and I held him tight. “I want to do things to make you happy. I want to be there tonight. And I want to be there later.”
Nodding, I gave him a kiss on the cheek. “I understand what you’re saying.” I brushed my hand over the curls on the side of his head and winked. “Let’s go.”
Shuffling back, I slid off the condom and tied it, then rushed off to the bathroom to take care of it. By the time we were both presentable again, I really was running late, so with a quick kiss on his lips, I bolted to my car. He hopped into his Kia, following along after me. I would’ve taken him in my Boxter, but it was piled full of crap I needed at Mousetrap.
