Owning It (Metropolis #3)(67)

       
         
       
        

"Ooh. I like this," Derek says. "You totally want me."

The tightness in my chest deepens. "Yeah, I do."

Derek winks at me and then looks at Cody. "Can I keep it?" he asks and the way everyone looks at him, I think they can tell it's important to him. Like Derek had this need to have his own story.

"Of course," Cody replies. "And there will be more."

"I want a copy too," I add and Cody nods.

"I want to ink you. It'll be a trade-off."

"I want you to ink me. I just haven't totally decided what I want yet." We launch into a conversation about tattoos and Cody gives me all sorts of ideas. He's really fucking good and has a true passion for what he does, that much I can tell.

When that conversation ends, Travis asks, "Are you going to their run next weekend? You can head over with Cody and me if you want."

I frown because I have no idea what they're talking about. It must be obvious because Travis says, "Oops."

"What? No. I don't care if Jackson knows," Derek replies. "We're doing a run for Alzheimer's next weekend." He looks at me hard, as though he's trying to tell me something but I'm not sure what it is.

"What made you choose an Alzheimer's run?" Hayden asks. "I mean, it's cool and a worthy cause, but why that one? I don't feel like it's something most people talk about."

His words slam into me, telling me exactly what Derek's look was about. His friends don't know … they don't know about Randy. These people who obviously love him and who I know Derek loves, don't know about this really important aspect of his life.

And I do …

But would I have known if I hadn't found out by accident?

"Oh … is that for the family member of your client you told me about?" I ask Derek and the tenseness in his body immediately loosens up.

"Yeah. What he said. That and the hot boys jogging. But my glass is empty and it's really fucking quiet in here. I want to give Daddy a lap dance."

"Please don't," Travis says.

"Please do," I reply and everyone laughs.

Talk about Alzheimer's is effectively killed. Cody refills our glasses. We keep drinking and laughing and before I know it, Derek really is dancing on my lap. My dick gets hard, and I consider taking Cody up on his offer of the spare room when I remember all we have to do is head to his floor and I can get him naked.

"On that note … I think it's time for us to go home." I push to my feet with Derek in my arms.

"Oh. What strong arms you have," he says and we all laugh again. 

I set him down, and we say our good-byes. The second we're back in his condo, I strip him naked and fill his ass the way we both fucking love. I'm kneeling on his bed and he is too, his back against my chest, his arm behind him and wrapped around my neck.

"So good, Daddy … " he says.

"God, I wish I could unload my balls inside you," I tell him. "I'd fill your little hole so fucking good." I jack his dick and he takes my mouth and then his ass is squeezing my cock and his come is running down my fingers. It's all I need and then I'm fucking through my own orgasm as well. My vision gets blurry and my body starts tingling and fuck, if this rubber wasn't between us, I really would fill him up.

"Jesus," I say as my body starts to come down. I lay him down, then toss the condom into the trash, before pulling him close to me. My fingers are still sticky from his jizz.

"You know, I'm on PrEP, and I get tested often. If we got tested together, we could. We said this ass is all yours, but I understand if you don't want to-"

"I do. Don't fucking think I don't." I lick his come off my fingers. "We'll talk about it later." I kiss his head. Smile when he rubs his ass against my softening cock.

"I wish you could stay in me all night," Derek tells me and I fucking tremble.

"Christ, you make me so damn crazy. I can't get enough of you." I kiss his forehead. It tastes like sweat. Derek turns toward me, runs his tongue along my neck and collarbone.

"I can't get enough of you either."

"You don't mind if I go next weekend?" I ask him.

"Of course I don't."

"They don't know."

He shakes his head and tries to turn away, but I hold his chin so he can't. "Don't look away from Daddy when he's talking to you."

"You're really fucking good at this for someone who's only been with one person before me."

"It feels right," I tell him because it does. "Feels like me. Now stop changing the subject. They don't know."