“Smart boy,” he praised me. “But if you don't take the time to dry off, your clothes are going to be wet.”
“But then I can just make you take them off of me. Naked times lead to sexy times. I fail to the see the downside in this plan.” I wiggled my eyebrows.
Brandon backed away when I ran a hand down his chest. “I already told you, Matty. We don't have time for that right now. Are you going to be a good boy, so we don’t run out of time for the surprise?”
I nodded.
“I'm sorry, what was that?” Brandon cupped a hand behind my neck and leaned in. “You need to use your manners when Daddy asks you a question.”
“Yes, Daddy, I’ll be your good boy,” I promised, pressing my damp body to his. He pressed his leg between mine, giving me the opportunity to grind my aching erection against his thigh. Fuck, that felt good. I whimpered when he pulled his leg away.
Brandon slid his hand under my towel and cupped my balls. I shivered. The heat of his palms felt like fire on my sensitive, neglected skin.
“No…fair…” He curled his fingers around my shaft, stroking a few times. “You can’t do that and then expect me to wait. That’s just mean.”
“I know,” he responded evilly. I'd never thought of Brandon as particularly sadistic, but he surprised me once again as he dragged his thumb through my slit. My gaze was fixed on his hand as he brought it up to his mouth and licked my precum from his skin. He drew his thumb into his mouth and hollowed his cheeks. I swear to everything holy, there was some sort of psychic connection between his hand and my cock. There was no other explanation for how I would be able to feel what he was doing. “Fuck, Matty, I can't wait to taste even more of you later.”
I took a step closer, pressing my naked, aching body against his. He slid his hands down my sides to rest at my hips. I mirrored his position, forcing my fingers below the waistband of his jeans. “We could always get the first round of orgasms out of the way now,” I suggested. “Might make it easier to resist you until you get done wooing me.”
“I'm not wooing you,” Brandon protested. “I don’t even know what wooing is, do you?”
“No clue. But I’m pretty sure that’s what you’re doing,” I scoffed.
Brandon let go of me as he took a few steps back to the edge of my bed. He picked up my shirt and started gathering it in his hands. “You’re too damn tempting, you know that? But when I bend you over later to give you what you want, I want to hear you scream because it feels so damn good to finally have my dick inside of you. I don't want you feeling like you have to hold anything back just because everyone's home here and the walls are thin.”
That sounded like one hell of a plan. I lifted my arms in the air so Daddy could dress me. Other than when I’d been sick—which totally didn’t count—this was new. I liked it. A quick peek at the front of his jeans said he was on board, too. His erection seemed just as thick as it had when I was grinding against him. He helped me into my shorts, and then kneeled to put on my shoes. When he was done, he took a step back, smoothing his hand over my chest. “Perfect.”
I didn’t see much different about what I was wearing today, but the look in his eyes said there was definitely a difference as far as he was concerned. “Now do I get to know where we’re going?”
“Nope. You wouldn’t understand if I told you, so it’s best you just wait and see.” I wasn’t sure I liked the sound of that. Brandon had a lot of skewed ideas of what sounded like fun. Even on the coldest days, he snuck out of bed to go for a morning run because he thought it was the best way to wake up.
18
Brandon
Even though the clock on the dashboard said we’d only been in the car for twenty-three minutes, it felt like we’d been driving forever. And Brandon had stopped for coffee on the way out of town, which meant he was planning on being on the road for a while. “Are you going to tell me now where we’re going?”
“Nope, because that would ruin the surprise,” he pointed out.
I pulled my phone out of my back pocket and tried focusing on something other than trying to figure out where we were headed. He’d gotten on the highway we normally took to get home, but he promised his idea of a great getaway wasn’t going to see the ‘rents. Unfortunately, I couldn’t think of a single interesting thing between here and there.
I swiped at rows of colored blocks for a while, but closed that game when Brandon gave me a wicked side-eye. He hated the sounds, and I couldn’t play without them. I wasted another ten minutes playing a word-find game but couldn’t focus for shit because I was distracted every time he slowed down or turned on his blinker.
“Seriously, you’ve got me out of the suite. You can tell me now,” I protested when an hour had passed. He swatted my hand away when I reached for the stereo. I couldn’t deal with my impending doom—I really wasn’t a fan of surprises even on the best of days—and shitty music all at the same time.
“You’ll see when we get there,” he repeated without taking his eyes off the road. “I want today to be special for you.”
“You do understand that I'm a sure thing, right? You don’t have to try to impress me with big adventures. Hell, you could have told me we were going grocery shopping and I’d probably find a way to get turned on,” I joked.
“Which is exactly why I hate taking you grocery shopping with me,” he quipped. “Remember the time we almost got kicked out because you couldn't stop stroking the eggplants?”
“It's not my fault that someone out there decided that eggplants were supposed to be synonymous with dicks,” I protested. “And it could've been worse, I could've been fondling the peaches.”
Brandon rolled his eyes.
“Why don't you close your eyes and try to rest,” he suggested. He placed a hand on my knee and began stroking my leg with his thumb. “It's going to be a long day. I'd hate for you to be wiped out by the time we get done.”
“I can guarantee you I won't be too tired for sex.” I might be tired enough to not initiate anything, but all it took was a tiny sign of interest from him and I was in. Even when I’d been sick as a dog, having Brandon close to me kept me in a constant state of low-level arousal. I may not have had the energy to do anything about it, but I thought about it as I drifted in my half passed out state.
