Jesus, it was easy to get him going. Another of the many things I adored. Although if he’d had a devious bone in his body, I’d swear all that squirming and whatnot was him being on a mission to tease my cock until I did something about it. This was Sean, though, so nope. He was no doubt oblivious to how fucking sexy he was and what that did to me, although how he could doubt that I wanted him 24/7 was beyond me.
I was more than happy to make itmymission to school him on that, though.
“Careful, babe, or I’m gonna have to use this thing on you,” I whispered into his ear, holding his hips in place and rocking the bone he was giving me against his ass.
His breath hitched, eyes darting toward the front seat for a second and then back to me as that blush deepened. “Um, yes please?”
I grinned. So polite… and so conflicted, too. I could tell he was nervous about me getting so handsy with an audience around, just like I could tell how much it excited him. Not sure if it was the idea of other people knowing how horny he was getting or just his usual reaction to me taking charge, but either way, I was pretty sure I could get him begging me to do even dirtier things to him by the end of the night… especially because there was gonna be no fucking way I’d be able to keep my hands off him once we actually got inside the club.
I’d picked out a one-size-too-small, tightly fitted shirt for him to wear that I’d found in the back of his closet, along with a pair of jeans that made his ass look fucking lickable. The best part? I knew for a fact that he had no clue how fucking hot they looked on him.Idid, though, and I was just cocky enough that I’d enjoy every damn minute of showing off my favorite piece of eye candy to all the guys who were never gonna get the chance to touch him.
“Since you asked so nicely, you’ll definitely get some cock later, baby,” I promised, scraping my nails across his chest again and getting a sexy little moan for my troubles. I winked, adding, “As long as you’re good for me tonight.”
As if he was ever anything else.
And fuck, let’s be real… as if I could resist giving it to him.
It was far past time I fucked him already, and even if I’d been uncharacteristicallydithering over something as simple as shoving my cock in his ass because of all the extra complication of actually caring about him and shit, there was simply no way in hell I was gonna be able to hold off any longer. No way… and no reason to. Sean was myboyfriend, and even if it meant I’d officially lost my manwhore card, I’d been the one to take us to B-town and now I was gonna own that shit.
Tyson Motherfucking Graham: boyfriend. Deal with it.
And since I had no plans on givingmy boyfriendup—not ever—I needed to get over myself already with the whole “it’s his first time” and “gotta blow his fucking mind with it” crap and remember who the fuck Ialsowas: Tyson Motherfucking Graham, Olympic gold medalist in the sport of fucking.
Well, I would be, anyway, if that were actually a thing.
But I shit you not, I’d fucked so many twinks I could probably rock Sean’s world in my sleep, with one hand tied behind my back, blindfolded. My cock was so damn talented that it should be plated in gold and stuck up on an altar so little gay boys the world over could pause and pray to it every morning. There were probably entire fandoms dedicated to my cock, legions of hungry little bottoms who I’d ruined for all others just by giving them a taste of mine, all heartbroken and crying and shit now that I’d taken it out of circulation.
I mean really, at this point withholding it from Sean was almost cruel, right?
“So is that a yes, sweetness?” I asked when Sean moaned again from the nipple magic I was busy distracting him with. “You’re gonna be good for me?”
“Yessssss,” he breathed out, leaning back against me to give me better access. “I will be, Tyson. I… I promise.”
I grinned, my cock flexing. Was I ever gonna get tired of hearing that from him? No I was not, thank you very much. Especially because it was clear how much he got off on it, too.
God, he was perfect, wasn’t he? All mine and always letting me have whatever I wanted.
Which was him. Fuck.Always.
Okay, it was settled. I was definitely popping his ass cherry tonight… and I was gonna be sure to tease him all fucking night until that happened so that by the time it did, he was so damn horny he’d be able to take my monster cock without flinching.
Well, at least without flinchingmuch.
I’d never bottomed myself, but no doubt it was gonna stretch and burn that little virgin ass of his something fierce… but he was so fucking perfect that even if I split him in two, he’d still end up coming like a goddamn firehose and then thanking me for the privilege afterward.
Jesus, just thinking about it made me impatient to get back home already. But not gonna lie, it also sent a whole surge of other feelings through me, too.
I kissed the spot under Sean’s ear that always made him shiver. “Love y—”
I snapped my mouth closed.
Jesus.What?
“What?” Sean asked breathlessly, squirming around to look up at me.
I cleared my throat. Yeah, I was gonna own the B-word like a boss now, but still, there were some things a guy had to ease his way into… and I wasn’t just talking about my plans for Sean’s ass later.
“Uh, love… love your shirt, babe,” I came up with, going for the save. “So glad you wore it for me.”
