“Kinda creepy that you were kissing your dad,” Ben retorted, directing the statement at Tate.
“If he calls me daddy, it damn sure ain’t for reasons you’re thinkin’, boy,” Donovan said, his tone dark and dangerous.
“Whatever. I didn’t wanna be here anyway. See you around, Tate.”
“No, you won’t,” Donovan told him as he followed him toward the door. “He’ll be otherwise preoccupied for the rest of his life.”
Ben’s eyes narrowed briefly before he rolled them and walked out the door.
Tate couldn’t find his voice, and he couldn’t wipe the grin off his face. He’d wanted to put Ben in his place for a long time, but he never got the courage to stand up to him. The fact that he did and Donovan supported him made him a bit giddy.
Of course, the wholehe’ll be otherwise preoccupied for the rest of his lifepart didn’t hurt. He wanted to believe that. He wanted to jump on board theForever and Ever, Amen,train, but he was hesitant.
When Donovan turned back to him, Tate said, “I’m not callin’ youdaddy.”
Donovan’s eyebrow quirked. “Up to you, little boy. But I’m still gonna paddle your ass.”
Tate’s dick swelled, making his jeans uncomfortably tight. He wasn’t sure if it was thelittle boybit or the promise of a spanking that did it, but his body was definitely on board. Perhaps it was simply the gruff tone of Donovan’s voice or the glimmer of promise that flashed in his green eyes. Whatever it was, Tate knew he’d never been turned on by anyone like this. He was attracted to this man in ways he hadn’t realized he was capable of. He wanted him. But more importantly, Tate wanted to surrender to him.
Donovan turned back to the door and locked it before flipping the sign over that read:
WE’LL BE BACK IN 15 MINUTES.
(If it’s been that long already,
read the sign again.)
Tate seriously doubted fifteen minutes would be long enough, but he wasn’t going to bring it up. Not when Donovan was stalking him like that.
A nervous laugh escaped Tate when Donovan grabbed him by the wrist and dragged him toward the back of the store. As they passed the condom aisle, Tate grabbed a box of the extra-large ones and snagged a bottle of lube while he was at it. In front of him, Donovan let out a gruff laugh that made Tate’s cock swell even more.
“You want me inside you, huh?” Donovan asked when he pulled him into the storage room and closed the door. It was a relatively large room that acted as both storage and a small break area, complete with a recliner and a television. Not to mention a lock, which Donovan flipped as soon as the door closed.
Tate stumbled when Donovan dragged him toward the recliner, then stopped abruptly. He spun around and grabbed Tate, crushing his mouth on his. It was all he could do to hold on and succumb to the onslaught. The man kissed as though he was supposed to feel it throughout his entire body. And he did. There was no doubt when Donovan kissed him, Tate felt him everywhere.
“Strip,” Donovan commanded when he finally stepped back.
Tate hesitated, but when Donovan yanked off his boots and pulled his long-sleeve shirt over his head, he got with the program. Within seconds, they were both naked and the next thing he knew, Donovan was grabbing him around the waist as he fell into the recliner. Tate ended up in Donovan’s lap, his back pressed to Donovan’s massive chest.
Donovan’s hand curled around his throat, pulling him back as he held him in place. “I want to feel you,” he rasped against his neck before he began sucking the sensitive skin.
Tate rubbed his ass against Donovan’s cock as he passed him the box of condoms. Tate shifted, giving Donovan room to maneuver. The man managed to cover himself with lightning speed and then lubed them both in a hurry before he gripped Tate’s hips and urged him to his feet. Donovan didn’t let him go far, though. He guided him back down, directly onto his cock.
Tate hissed as he felt the pressure, then sighed when Donovan’s cock breached the tight ring of muscle.
Time slowed. Everything slowed as Donovan gently yet firmly pushed his cock deep inside, filling him, stretching him. Tate relaxed, giving himself to Donovan, letting him have control because the only thing he wanted was to feel.
“Fuck yes,” Donovan whispered, his fingers digging into the flesh of Tate’s hips as he pushed him off before pulling him back.
Tate steadied his feet and let Donovan do all the work, impaling him on his cock. He groaned and sighed, letting the pleasure consume him, listening to Donovan’s deep, guttural growls as he took his time, building up to what would no doubt be a dramatic finish.
“Tomorrow,” Donovan said, his voice strained. “When you wake up in my bed, you damn sure won’t be runnin’ away. Will you?”
Tate eased down on Donovan’s cock again. “No.”
“And the day after that?”
Tate wasn’t sure Donovan realized what he was saying, but he was afraid to mention it. He didn’t want this to end. Even if they scared him, he wanted Donovan’s promises. He wanted to know that this was more than really good sex. Heneededit to be more.
