Keaton stared as if he wanted me more than a cool lake in a hot desert, but then, he glanced around the interior of the Maserati. “Daddy, I don’t know about this.”
“Do you need a spanking for motivation?” My heart soared. Fuck, I loved having his bouncy ass under my palm.
His grin coerced me into leaning over to kiss him, and he finally started wriggling his huge, delicious, muscled body over to my side of the car. I wanted to feel his weight pressing down on me as he rode my dick untilhiswas a cum fountain.
“Daddy, what if I want a spanking if I manage to scrunch myself in over here?” he asked, stretching an arm across me to use the door to give himself an anchoring point for his maneuvers. “Spanking as a reward?”
“Hmm. Perhaps that can be arranged, but you’ve totally tipped your hand. It’s never, ever going to be a punishment again, boy.” I winked at him, feeling giddy and far too serious all at once.
A headlight swept across my car, and we froze for a second, but it was an older man on a motorcycle rocking a red leather jacket. His silver beard practically glowed in the lights from the building. He had a twentysomething guy on the back. That old timer had probably seen it all, and I suspected the guy with him was his “boyfriend,” since the older man turned and kissed him as if he was paying by the second, so I didn’t stop, simply pulling Keaton down, impaling his lips with my eager tongue. The silky wet heat of his mouth made my dick harder than hell. Damn it, I needed inside him.
“Wanna fuck you, boy.” I snuck one hand under his shirt and tickled along the skin covering his tight abs. I played my fingers across his treasure trail, and he sucked in a breath through his teeth. He whimpered, but there wasn’t really room for him to do much, except hold himself still as I cupped his groin and pressed on his trapped cock.
It made me throb to feel his dick twitch against my palm, perfect in so many ways. I teased my tongue between his lips the way I wanted to do with my cock in his ass. Ease it in. Fill him up. Fuck, I wanted to feel the tight squeeze of his body surrounding me, bury myself deep inside him so he could never forget me, never run off without me again. I slid my hands around to grab his juicy asscheeks, and he fuckinggrowledlike a bear low in his throat.
“Damn, boy!” I bit his bottom lip, then did it again, and he whimpered.
Next thing I knew, he was fumbling with his belt. I broke away and sucked in deep breaths as he struggled to get his pants down, but there really wasn’t enough space. The windows hadfogged over at some point. I drew a heart in the condensation on the one to my left and grinned at him while he tried to work his pants down without smashing his elbow into the window or head against the roof.
A loudbeepstartled us, and I snorted, dragging him closer. “Instead of a butt dial, we have a butt honk.” I chuckled, feeling wonderful and the slightest bit high on life.
“Butts honk all the time. That isn’t new.” He raised his eyebrows.
My amusement started as a laugh I tried to stifle with my fist, but eventually, I was wheezing and holding my aching sides. Then, his lips attacked mine.
I got my hands on his ass, kneading it, learning the lines of his muscles. I never wanted to forget how he felt. My cock ached, and I needed to fuck him so goddamned bad. I wanted other things, though, and the need to get more of those fantastic noises from him took over. My hands almost worked without direction from the rest of my body. Heart, mind, and soul, I was driven to get the same results.
Keaton screaming my name.
Keaton looking at me as if he could never be without me.
I spanked his right asscheek as hard as I could from the angle I was stuck in.
He sat up, and I winced when his skullclonkedagainst the roof, but he didn’t seem to notice. His face crumpled with ecstasy—or perhaps that was pain?—and a long line of precum leaked down onto my shirt.
“Fucking beautiful,” I whispered, my voice a low rasp in the quiet car.
He hissed when I swatted him again, and then I switched to the other asscheek and kept going until my palm stung.
“Be a good boy and fuck yourself on Daddy’s cock until you come,” I ordered.
He nodded, then went stock-still.
“What?” I asked. Our breaths were loud.
“No lube, Daddy. And I’m pretty sure I can’t actually get my pants down far enough to do that.” His eyes were wide and he had his bottom lip clenched between his teeth, so I couldn’t help but snort. Then, a full bellied laugh had me collapsing back against the seat. It felt so good not to be worried about him or terrified I might not get him back. I drew him down for another kiss and a surge of adrenaline smacked me because he let me move him around, even though he was so much bigger than me.
He could probably kill me if he really tried.A sizzle of something peculiar and special that I’d only ever felt with Keaton combined with a rush of pleasure. My cock became a close contender for center of my universe. Right behind Keaton himself.
Things would be different after this, I could tell. I still wanted to continue my hunt. I wanted to execute those who deserved it, but I wouldn’t be able to do anything that might put him in harm’s way. I would have to be twice as careful as I’d ever been.
I wasn’t alone anymore. I was his Daddy, and he was my boy.
The fumble for my belt wasn’t dignified. Once I had my cock out, we had a new puzzle on our hands because if Keaton just flopped down, we weren’t lined up in any way that let us do a damned thing about our hard-ons.
This time it was him who started cracking up until I gave in and hooked my legs around his waist. He couldn’t come to me, but I could damned sure turn myself into a sexy pretzel to get to him.
The second our precum slicked cocks touched, we were moaning.
