“Very. I’ll have to wear them so you can see for yourself.”
“Yes. I’d—” He swallows hard. “I’d like that.”
“Looks like you like it very much,” I praise.
“So much.” He puts his hands in his pockets and the material pulls tight over his package. I don’t bottom, but nothing turns me on like a big fat dick, and his looks obscene against the thin fabric.
“Oh hell yeah. That’s hot. I can’t wait to get my hands on you.”
“How long until you get home?”
“Just three more days, babe.”
He grumbles under his breath about that being three days too many.
I think he’s right. Vegas sucks anyway, so I decide I’m getting the hell out of here tomorrow.
I’ve learned enough.
11
WHIT
This is a terrible idea.
It feels like cheating. I mean, I know it’s not, but still. I should just use my pump, but I’m so tired of it, and it doesn’t do near as good a job as a warm soft mouth…
I shake my head and turn back to my car.
What the hell am I doing here? There’s a hot man who fucks me so good, and I’m going to risk?—
“Hey, Whit.” Kevin puts a hand on my shoulder. “How’s it going?”
“Good.”
Mark comes up next. “Whit. Good to see you, man.” Then before I know it, they’re both walking me into the bar and sitting me down at a table with a rum and cola and a bunny on my lap.
“So, what’s your name?” I try for small talk, but his wandering hands tell me that he’s not here for small talk.
“I’m Tony, and I’m very thirsty.” He pouts, and it’s wasted on me. I’m about to tell him to get off my lap when he twists a nipple hard, and I gasp, my milk squirts out against my padded shirt.
Well fuck, now that he’s started the flow, I won’t be able to stop it easily.
“Fine. Let’s go to the back.”
Tony jumps off my lap and squeals with delight.
“I’ll take such good care of you, Daddy.” He grabs my hand and drags me away.
What was I expecting? Of course he thinks I’m a Daddy, they all do.
Maybe I should tell them that I’m looking for a Daddy of my own and to fuck off, but that seems like so much work. Besides, I only ever see any of the Daddies flirting with cute little twinks. So I’m obviously not their type.
But Leo likes me.
That thought makes me smile and almost has me pulling away from Tony, but I need the relief now. I’d never make it home.
Tony bounces on the couch, patting the space beside him.
