I tighten my grip on his hips and pull him in the door and we both stumble on our feet as we enter, kissing, biting, at one another as we fight for dominance. My cock is so hard now, despite the alcohol, that I think I could legit bludgeon someone to death with it if I wanted.
“You are so fucking hot,” he murmurs between his kisses. His hands work deftly at my belt as I shove him up against the door, thrusting my heavy cock against him.
“So are you,” I tell him as I make quick work to unbutton his pants. My mind is a mess and all I can focus on at the moment is the overwhelmingneedto touch him, to kiss him, to feel himeverywhere.
He was perfect. So fucking perfect, tonight. With my parents and even with some of the other people here. He’s sweet, charming, a little bit of a brat sometimes, and he’s certainly smart and can command a room. I’ve seen it firsthand.
My mouth latches onto his neck as I get his pants unzipped, and I shove them down to his ankles. My hands rove over his body, along his hips, his abs, his evident hardness.
I squeeze his cock through his underwear, noting the sizeable bulge. He lets out a groan as I growl out the one word I’ve been dying to say all night since I picked him up from his apartment.
“Mine.”
Jacob unravels beneath me, his hands freeing me of my own fabric prison. I feel the slight tremor in his body against mine, but his hands are steady.
“Oh, fuck…” he breathes. The sound of his voice like this…
It’s like music to my ears.
I slide one hand over his hip, my palm resting on his ass. I squeeze it before I smack it, feeling the smooth fabric of his underwear instead of his supple skin, but I make no move to remove it yet. I want to savor this moment because I’ve been thinking about it since I saw him in that coffee shop.
Well, since I saw his picture, honestly.
“The proper response, little prince—” I smooth my hand over his ass once more and grab it, pulling him closer against me as I hold his surprised gaze.
His eyes may look surprised, but his cock is twitching against my own and his breath is rapid, his pulse beneath my hand on his neck racing like my heartbeat. “Is eitheryes, Sir,oryes, Daddy.”
He blinks, biting his lip, and I wait patiently for him to open that pretty mouth of his.
“Do you understand?” My voice is dark, thick, and raspy, and I don’t think I’ve ever heard it sound like this. It’s like I’m someone else. Like he makes me someone else, brings out something inside of me I’ve only just started to scratch the surface of.
He licks his lips, pushing me off of him, and for a moment I think I fucked up. That he reconsiders because I’ve just signed my death certificate and put a pin in this perfect night, this perfect date.
Because he was right. I did know what my perfect date was.
I’d been on it all night.
I didn’t answer him because I didn’t want to sound like an idiot because this is a man who’s been on hundreds of dates and has probably been on more magical dates than I could ever pull off.
But honestly, my perfect date was just picking up my hot boyfriend, taking him to dinner, kissing him until I couldn’t breathe. It was seeing my parents light up even for the briefest moment and entertain what I want, or ratherwho.It was dancing the night away and feeling invincible becausehewas in my arms. It was flying high like a kite, because of him.
And if his throbbing cock against my own is any indication, we’re going to end it perfectly, too.
Jacob looks up at me with dilated pupils, his kiss-swollen lips parted as he says, “Yes, Daddy,” and I think I see stars. I kiss him. Hard. I slip my hands in between the waistband of his briefs and he lets out a soft sigh as I slide them down to his ankles and push him onto the bed. He falls easily, and I have to take a moment to appreciate the view. His golden hair, all messy and sweaty from our combined dancing and making out. His toned chest, his flushed cheeks. Those big, blue eyes staring up at me with anticipation, his cock bouncing freely, gleaming with the evidence of just how turned on he is, naked before me with his pants and underwear around his ankles.
It’s too hard not to resist touching myself, so I don’t. I grab my cock through my briefs and groan from the relief. His gaze flashes from my face to my cock as he swallows hard. He doesn’t move a muscle, frozen as he stares at me.
“Like what you see, little prince?” I ask, my voice thick and full of drunken confidence.
Jacob nods, and like the perfect man he is, utters, “Yes, Daddy.”
I don’t even bother stifling my groan, because fuck… I want to hear him say those words over and over again.
I walk over to him until I’m standing between his legs, holding my covered cock in my hand. I rest a hand behind his head gently, cradling the base of his head and neck. His hair is slightly damp, but still smooth as silk. I don’t miss the way his gaze flashes to me then my covered cock, or the way his lips part and his tongue darts out to lick them.
“All you have to do is ask,” I tell him, my voice dark. “Daddy will give you everything you want,” I say. Jacob lets out a shaky breath, settling his hands on the sides of my hips, his fingers pulling at the waistband.
I gently push his head with my palm, forcing him to look up at me. I need him to understand. Everything feels like utter chaosright now, but when I look at him, I have the overwhelming desire tomake him understand.
