My pulse picked up and I could almost feel my eyes dilate. “I didn’t know you had a kinky side, He-Man. And it depends on what you’re gonna gag me with. Your dick? Sure. Go ahead.”
Michael laughed and shook his head, amusement filling his gaze. “Then you better stick this in your mouth,” he said, handing me the rolled up washcloth, “because I’m about to make you sing, Rockstar.”
I giggled nervously at his suggestion before he shushed me. “Why are we being quiet? I own the joint.”
Michael let out a heavy sigh and a big eye roll. “Can you just trust me? If you have to know, we’re practicing for when we have to be quiet on the road.”
Oh, fuck yes. This was fun. “And what happens if—”
He-Man put his hand over my mouth. “You’re wasting precious blow job time, Rockstar. Open up,” he whispered, handing me the washcloth.
He was right. I was wasting time. But he was so much fun to play with. With my dick bobbing in the breeze, Michael put his hand on the center of my chest and backed me up against the wall.
“You might want to close your eyes, darlin’. This isn’t gonna take long.”
I obeyed and listened to the sounds of his mouth working my cock over. The wet slurps mixed with my washcloth-muffled moans were bringing me to the edge. And sure enough, just as he promised, the minute he touched my hole, I blew like a rocket and began sliding down the wall.
Of course, my He-Man caught me in his big arms, and pressed me to the wall.
“You’re my hero, and I need to take care of you,” I crooned in his ear as he held me to his chest.
Laughing quietly again, he kissed my cheek. “I’ll wait. You suck at being quiet. We’re gonna have to practice that some more.”
I grinned, rubbing my stubble along his beard. “Next time, I want you to tie me up and make me be quiet.”
Michael leaned back enough to look at me with one brow raised. “Now who’s the kinky one?”
I chuckled. “Still you.”
He leaned back in and kissed me, leaving me breathless.
Damn, I loved him.
Before I could take it any further, he pulled back and whispered against my lips. “Let’s go. Your dad is waiting.”
I smiled, then nodded. “Yeah. That’s never gonna get old.”
After dinner, everyone sat in the family room as Cole, my dad, and I played together. I’d grabbed one of my new acoustic guitars for him, and another one for me. Cole had brought his along with him.
I looked around the room at my family. Patrick sat next to Cole with his arm over the back of the chair. Logan sat next to my dad, chatting across the way with Claire and William. And beside me, the man I loved.
“What do you want to play?” my dad asked.
My gaze swung back to him. “I don’t know. You pick, and we’ll come in.”
He laughed, and that look of pride was back. “Okay, son. Let’s see if you can keep up with your old man.”
“Bring it,” I teased, then looked at Cole. “We got this, right, brother?”
He held up his hand for a high-five. “Always. I’ve got your back, little brother.”
My dad strummed the guitar to make sure it was in tune. “Okay, then. Let’s take it back to a classic.”
It only took a couple seconds to recognizeDust in the Windby Kansas. We picked it up quickly and all three of us harmonized the lyrics.
I closed my eyes and memorized the moment, allowing myself to get lost in the music.
We went through a few more, trying to stump each other. When it was my turn, I choseLosing my Religionby R.E.M. My dad looked impressed that I knew songs from before I was born.
