He shakes his head. “Why not?”
“Because this is something I can actually prove. When we make love, when we made love with Rosie, when Rosie speaks of being with you—it’s different than anything I’ve experienced before. It’s magic. It’s enchanted. It’s golden.”
Dayton doesn’t say anything, but shimmering tears pool in his eyes.
“You’ve always been mine. Mine to chase. Mine to love. Mine to lose.” I kiss him softly. “And I’m not going to let that happen. I’m never going to lose you.”
“Fare,” he says, “we can’t control the fate of the stars.”
“Who says we can’t?” A growl ripples through my words. “I know in my heart, in everything I am, that you belong with Rosie and me. And damn, I hope the stars are watching because I’m going to show them how much.”
He pulls me into a devastating kiss. “Finally, something I know how to do.”
He grabs for my cock, running a firm thumb from base to tip, then sits up, dragging me with him.
I suck in a deep inhale and emulate his stance from before, arms out, legs spread. He sinks to his knees before me. I’m reminded of the legend of sirens peering up from the ocean, ready to ensnare sailors.
I would gladly sink to the bottom of his sea.
“Oh Day,” I say, a rough edge to my voice that sounds foreign to even me.
Dayton never takes his eyes off me as he engulfs me entirely. I groan, hands grasping for purchase on the chaise. Ecstasy ripples up my core.
He pulls back, and I expect to see that self-satisfied look on his face. But there’s something else.
Devotion.
So slowly, he laps the head of my cock, his teal gaze shining. His tongue runs over my pearling tip, and he groans. I close my eyes, the sight too fucking beautiful to bear.
“Deeper,” I grunt. I feel his mouth curve into a smile. “Good boy.”
Fire shoots through my body as he sucks me into his throat. I grip his hair and rock my hips. His mouth is so fucking good, it would be easy to lose myself here.
“Hold on.” I push on his forehead, so I don’t accidentally fill his entire mouth.
Now, that arrogant grin is back. He cups my balls and gives them a playful tug. “Are the lips of the Summer Prince too much for you?”
I grab his chin and pull him up to eye level. “Yes. And I’m saving every last drop of cum for your ass.”
A flush colors Dayton’s cheeks. “Yes, sir,” he purrs.
“Go get the oil. You know where it is.”
I stroke my cock slowly as Dayton gets up and walks to the end table. The view of his round ass is positively exquisite.
When he returns, I kneel down at the end of the chaise. “Lie down before me,” I order. I’m not sure where this person came from who freely orders the Prince of Summer around, but I like him.
And so does Dayton. He bites his lower lip and cups his balls up toward his huge cock, then lies before me, facing up. He’s like a slab of marble, and I can’t wait to start carving.
I dip two fingers into the vial of oil then gently spread Dayton’s legs, revealing his glorious cock and entrance.
“We’ll take this easy. You’ll lead the way—if it gets too much, say the word and we stop,” I tell him.
Dayton raises an eyebrow. “I’m a gladiator of the Sun Colosseum. I can take anything you give me, Pup.”
“We’ll see.” I grin back at him. My slick fingers rub circles around his entrance, and he groans. His hips buck upward as he pushes against my hand, asking for more.
“Slow down,” I chide. “We’re taking things slow, remember?”
