“Sorry, but you’re sparkly gay.”
A laugh bursts from me, and I’m almost out of breath before I can answer. “You’re not wrong.” I take a moment to get myself under control before asking him, “What about you? A man like you could have anyone he wants.”
“People are attracted to me, sure, but it’s mostly superficial.”
“Are you looking for more?” I’m almost scared to hear the answer.
“Yeah, I’ve had plenty of one-night stands, and don’t make fun of me…” he scolds playfully, “but I like snuggling.”
He probably didn’t get enough of that as a kid. Which is why he kept calling me Daddy.
“Do you like to snuggle?” he asks.
“I snuggle, but never with anyone but my family. I’ve never let anyone close enough to me to let them try.”
“I would let you snuggle me.”
“We’ll have to see how it goes when I get back.”
“I’ll snuggle you so good, you won’t have a choice but to like it.”
“Will you let me snuggle my dick into your ass?” I purr.
He thinks for a moment. “Can I have both?”
“We’ll see how the night goes.”
9
WHIT
I don’t know what I was expecting, but Leo drives up in a very high-end luxury SUV. This thing has all the bells and whistles and is pearl white. IT must pay well, but I’m more interested in the man himself.
He walks up in a puffy winter jacket. He’s got a hat and some gloves on, and he looks very cozy.
“It’s cold as balls out here.”
“You look nice and warm,” I say, and he smiles as he steps up close to me and I wrap him in my arms. Even through the layers of clothes, I can feel the shape of his body, and I remember how he looked while fucking me.
How pathetic is it that I just want to skip dinner and bend over the hood of my car? I mean, yeah, my nipples would freeze to the hood, but I think it might just be worth it. No, wait, I want to get to know him more, so we should talk and eat.
“Come on, big boy.” He opens the door to the restaurant and follows me inside.
“Good evening, gentlemen,” the host greets us. “Can I take your coats?”
Leo takes off all his layers and reveals a gray asymmetric sweater that shows off his collarbone and tight black pants.
I decide that food is overrated.
“Can we skip dinner and get right to the fucking? You look amazing.” I know I must be drooling.
He gives me a pleased smirk and steps closer to me. “You look nice as well. I bet these pants hug your ass in all the right ways.”
“Keep talking to me like that and you’ll see how they hug my bulge too.”
He pulls me close and kisses me deep but quick. “After dinner.”
“I can’t wait that long,” I whine.
