‘He’s a boner killer.’
‘I told you. Murder cat.’
Dex lets out a laugh and then kisses me gently. ‘Date. Now.’
I tuck my cock under the waistband of my pants and follow him out the door. He’s right. Date first and hopefully fucking later.
Without Dennis around.
‘This is so cool. I saw the flyer for this, but have never been!’ Dex says, his hands happy, his eyes bright. He glances around the street fair, almost looking a little overwhelmed. ‘I don’t know where to start.’
I peer over at him, and my hand links with his. He glances down at it and then brings his gaze up to mine. I can see the way his face softens, and it makes my heart thrum in response.
‘Come on,’ I tell him. ‘Let’s start at one end and make our way to the other. There are a lot of Deaf vendors here too.’
‘So cool,’ he replies, his eyes swiveling this way and that. ‘I hope you don’t mind carrying stuff back to the car because I’m going shopping.’
I blink at him. I had no idea he was such a slut for street fairs, but it seems I scored big points on this one.
‘Good grade?’ I ask, and he waggles his eyebrows at me.
‘A+, so far.’ I roll my eyes, and he grins. ‘Still need to work hard.’
I plan on it, I think as he pulls me forward, bringing me to a stall that has all sorts of leather pieces for sale. Jewelry, vests, even jackets. Dex finds a pair of assless chaps and holds them up to me.
‘Look good?’ he asks, his gaze teasing.
I swat the chaps away, even though I wouldn’t mind wearing them for him. In private. Bent over and lubed up.
I just don’t want everyone else to think that’s what I’m doing with him in the bedroom. They don’t need a front-row seat to my fantasies.
‘This necklace, look-look,’ Dex says, holding a thick leatherstrap up to his neck. It looks like a choker, and part of me can imagine him wearing it while he fucks me. He shifts closer to me, his signs getting smaller. ‘Maybe you can wear for me.’
I blush, and his lips curl up in a wicked grin.
Fucker, I think as he brings it to the register and buys it with a tap of his card. He tucks it into his pocket and then drags me to the next stall.
‘I’ll be back for those pants too, just so you know. I want you to wear.’
‘You want me to wear a cowboy hat too?’ I ask, my words snarky.
He winks at me. ‘Yes, that and pants and nothing else.’
My cock chubs up at the thought, and I force my mind elsewhere so I don’t get a boner in the middle of this crowd of people.
‘Look-look!’ Dex hauls me forward toward a stall with a bunch of crocheted items. Of course, he finds the most ridiculous one out of all of them.
‘For dick,’ he says, holding up a small rainbow-colored penis pouch.
I sigh and swat it away.
‘I think you need to have big dick for this.’ His eyes swivel down to my crotch, and I grunt in annoyance. ‘Maybe find smaller one.’
I jerk him forward, and he comes with a vibration in his chest. He’s laughing, I think as I bite down on his ear and whisper something into it, using my voice just for him and no one else. “You know my dick is big.”
When Dex pulls back, he’s flushed, and his lips part in a pant. ‘I know,’ he finally says, his fingers trembling. ‘I like your voice.’
Imake a mental note to use it more often. Not too much, so he gets used to it. But maybe I’ll turn it on to beg.
