"You don't know me."
"I think we somehow know each other more than we realize … maybe more than we should."
"How do you do that?" Derek asks. "How do you just put stuff out there like that? It's like your superpower."
"Are you going to try and pretend you don't put it all out there?"
"I put sexual stuff out there. That's it."
I thread my fingers through his soft, blond hair. Liking the way it falls between my fingers. "The thing is, I don't typically do that. There's a part of me that wants to run away right now, but someone very close to me told me I wasn't really living … that I'm not letting myself experience what's out there so I'm giving it a try. How am I doing?" I ask him.
He looks up at me with too-blue eyes and a sexy fucking mouth stretched into a smile before saying, "Ugh. You're doing awesome, of course. You're one of those guys who's good at everything he does, right?"
That makes me laugh. "Not hardly." But then I reach down and wipe the drying tears from his face, run my thumbs beneath his eyes.
Derek gasps, his eyes flutter for a moment, and then he looks back up at me and the temperature in the room shoots up. Derek leans in, and I let him. He presses a soft, salty kiss to my lips, and I let him do that too. "Please," he says softly before kissing me again. "Please, Daddy, let me." Another kiss. His tongue swipes against my bottom lip. "Let me make you feel good." When he tries to move, I grab his waist. He opens his mouth like he's going to argue with me, but then just smiles when I pull him over to straddle my lap.
"I want to hear you tell me you want me. Say it."
"You know I want you," he replies and I shake my head.
"No … I don't."
And then it's like everything clicks into place. He rubs his face against mine, hooks his hand behind my neck and says, "I want you, Daddy Jackson. I want you so fucking bad I can't stand it. Not just because you're here or because I owe you. Because you make me crazy and I don't know why and that's fucking hard to admit."
"I know it is, my wild little hurricane. It's hard for me too."
"What are we going to do about it?" he asks as he rubs his face against mine again. "I like this. I wanna feel it rub against my hole."
This time it's me who trembles. "Jesus, you're going to make me come already. Be a good boy. If I'm going to touch you for the first time, I want to make it last." I cup the back of his head, pull him closer, make him rub against me rougher. "As for what we're going to do … that depends on you. I want you as my friend first and foremost. I want you to come to me when you need something … no matter what it is, but I think we also need to be realistic. We both have a whole lot going on. I just got out of an eighteen-year marriage. Now's not the time to rush into anything serious."
There's a short pause and then he speaks close to my ear. "Were you under the impression I want something serious with you?" My grip on him tightens when he sucks my earlobe.
"No … " My fucking eyes roll back. Goddamn, he's good at this. "But what I have to say next might be a deal breaker for you … " I slip my hand down the back of his pants and cup his ass cheek. "If we're going to play … and I'm fucking tired of pretending this isn't exactly where we were going to end up the whole time, I'm not going to share you, either. Again, friends first and foremost, but if we fuck too, your ass will only be mine."
He stiffens, but I keep going. "I'll be real good to it. And I know you'll be real good to me too, that's why my cock will only be in you."
"You planned this," he says as he rolls his hips, rubbing my dick through our clothes. "You knew I couldn't say no with this big fucking cock against me."
"Tell me what you want, Derek. It's all about what you want."
He leans back so he's looking me in the face now and says, "I already said I want you, Daddy."
Which I know is his way of agreeing. It's a whole lot easier than straight-up saying we're committing to fucking around exclusively. "That's a good boy," I tell him before cupping his face in my hands. The words make my body throb. Like they've been there, waiting for me to utter them for years. Waiting to be let loose while I'm talking to another man like this.
My hands still on both sides of his face, I pull him toward me, my lips slamming down over his. Derek's mouth opens, and I slip my tongue inside and Christ, he tastes so fucking good. He keeps moving, riding my lap like my dick is inside of him as I push my tongue in deep. I let it explore every part of his mouth and when Derek moans, I damn near blow my load right there.