The words fall out of my mouth like they are the easiest thing in the world.
“Dinner somewhere quiet. Private. Overlooking the water. Maybe a nice walk through the surf as the sun goes down.” I lick my lips as I lean in an inch, unable to resist the gravitational pull of this man.
“How does it end?” he asks, his voice low, dark. Barely a whisper.
“Huh?”
“How does it end?” He leans down an inch, our lips barely ghosting one another. “Does he kiss you?”
I’m well aware from the closeness, and the way Aaron is looking at me, that we are no longer talking about hypothetical dates—we’re talking about something else entirely.
I could tell him no. Save the fire for when we have to put on a show for his family. But I don’t want to tell him no.
I want him to kiss me. Hypothetically and not hypothetically.
“Yes,” I whisper. “I think he kisses me as the sun sets, while the waves crash around our legs,” I say, my voice barely a whisper of its own. “And I think when he does it, it takes my breath away.”
Aaron leans his forehead against mine, and I close my eyes, waiting for his mouth to find mine. But it doesn’t. My heart races as I wait, my lips aching to be kissed, but Aaron does no such thing.
I look up at him and he smirks. “Is that what you want, Jake?” he asks.
“You want me to take your breath away?”
It’s the way he saysmy name.Not Prince Charming, or little prince, or baby.
My name. It sounds warm and smooth on his tongue, and I like it more than I should.
“You want me to kiss you? As the sun goes down?”
I lick my lips, words somehow failing me. “Uh huh.”
He settles his hands on my hips and holds me still. My cock twitches as he ghosts his lips across mine so faintly, I barely feel them. But it’s enough to feel how soft and warm they are. It’s enough to tease me and make my damn cock throb.
“How about now?” he whispers. His mouth moves to my neck, his lips grazing the shell of my ear as he whispers, “Do you want me to kiss you right now?”
My heart thuds so loud in my chest, I think it’s going to explode.
Fuck me all to hell. I know I will regret this later, but right now I can’t help myself.
I nod. “Yes, Daddy.”
Aaron lets out a deep chuckle and a second later, I feel his hand on my neck, his thumb tilting my chin up and his lips covet mine like a spell.
Or a curse.
He holds me steady with one hand on my hip, the other on my throat and kisses me slowly.
Achingly slowly.
My entire body loosens, and I don’t fight it. I can’t.
I kiss him back, relishing in the warmth of his mouth on mine, and open my mouth. He takes the invitation wordlessly, caressing my tongue with his.
And then he just… stops.
He pulls away, his kiss-swollen lips calling mine like a siren. My cock strains against my tight briefs, and I realize how painfully hard I am. My cheeks flush as I clear my throat and adjust my cock, knowing he can see the effect he has on me. The effect hismouthhas on me. I should feel embarrassed because I don’t usually get turned on from kissing guys. It usually takes a little more than a sexy makeout to get me hard, but Aaron…
Aaron seems to know just how to push the buttons no one else does.
