Owning It (Metropolis #3)(86)

"Wouldn't that be my treat?" I say softly enough so only he can hear me.

"My mouth is always a treat but with that dick? Mmm. Yeah, I guess it'll be both our rewards."

My cock perks up. "You're giving me a boner with my family right here. Just a naughty thing."

"Derek! You drank it all!" Steph calls from the kitchen and Derek leaps off my lap.

"No … that's impossible. There has to be another bottle in there somewhere!"

"Just kidding," Steph says when he gets to the kitchen.

"It's good to see you happy." Zane takes a seat beside me. "It's like you're a different person. I didn't know you could be this happy."

"I've always been happy, kiddo," I tell him because I have.

"Yeah, but it's different. You have it outside of Mom and me." He shrugs. "I mean, you went on a gay cruise, Dad. When the hell would you have ever gone on a cruise before?"

"Especially a gay one," I tease. But he's right. Gay or not, I don't think I ever saw myself doing something like that before … but when Derek asked, there was no way I could say no. The second I'd stepped on board, I'd been glad I'd gone. We've already booked for next year too. I basically spent a week on the ocean, with my dick in Derek, so yeah, best week of my life.

"I think I want to go on a gay cruise … " Zane says.

"No way."

"There's an eighteen and older gay club you can go to." Derek saunters back in the room with his wineglass filled. "Oh! We should take Zane out!" he tells me.

"Hell yeah," Zane replies.

I open my mouth to say no but before I have the chance, Derek says, "I'll work on him," to Zane.

I might never win an argument again.

We finish visiting with Zane and Steph for a while before Derek and I jump into the Jeep to go home.

"How's the car coming along?" he asks as we cruise down the freeway back for Midtown. There's not a lot of space for me to work on it at home, but Derek's been big about me coming out to Steph's once a week to work on it. It's been fun, and I'm glad he talked me into it. Feels good to do something I enjoy like that.

"Pretty good. I'm at a standstill until I order a-"

"Blah blah blah. Blah blah blah. I totally want to talk to you about your car but if you start naming parts, I'm going to go to sleep. Boy parts, I know. Car parts, not so much."

A laugh jumps out of my throat. "Christ, I love you."

"I love you too, Daddy," Derek replies.

We get back to Metropolis and I head up to his place with him. I stay here more often than not, but I still have my apartment. When we get inside, Derek says, "I have a surprise for you."

"Mmm. A sex swing? Mirrors on the ceiling? That all sounds fun, but Daddy just needs your hole. I can just lift you up, put you on the table, and eat you right here."

I grab his ass. Derek melts into me and groans. "Fuck, that's hot. Surprise first, then you can rub your beard against my hole before you fuck me." He pulls away. "Come on. Let's do your surprise in the room so we're close to the bed."



       
         
       
        

Laughing, I hit the lights and follow Derek into his room. He strips on his way there, kicking out of his shoes, dropping his pants and tossing his shirt. My cock immediately plumps at the sight of his tight little ass in his pink jockstrap.

"I wore your favorite." He shakes his ass. "Take your clothes off and get in the bed, Daddy."

I do as he says while Derek goes into his closet and grabs something. I'm naked and on top of the blankets when he comes back in carrying a-"Holy shit." I sit up as I see the model car in his hand. It looks just like my Ranchero at Steph's.

"I know you didn't get to do it yourself but … I wanted to try one for you. I got another one that you can do by yourself, or that we can do together."

"You built this for me?" I ask, my pulse loud in my ears.

"Yes. Those are hard as hell too. You owe me some really good orgasms for that." He smiles and then asks, "Do you like it?"

I look at the model car, the model car that Derek built for me. "I haven't had one of these since they got wrecked when I was a kid."

"I know," he says.

"I love it." I set the car on the bedside table, and then pull Derek closer. He straddles my lap, wraps his arms around my neck. My hands grip his hips. "I don't know what to say. This is the best thing anyone has ever done for me."

"It's just a model car." He rolls his eyes.