“How do you want me?” I undid my seat belt and slid closer to Marco, giving his cock another firm squeeze. Marco’s broad hands cupped my face, and like every time we touched I melted, just like I had the first time we’d kissed. I tangled my fingers in Marco’s hair, pulling it loose from its bun. I always loved when he wore it free. We kissed hungrily like eager teenagers until he pulled back.
“I want to fuck you over the bonnet while we look at the home we’ve made together.”
My giant blonde bear was such a romantic. I was out of the car and wiggling my trousers down before he’d even stepped out of the car. Ever thoughtful, Marco pulled out a soft travel blanket and threw it on top of the bonnet to spare me getting bits burnt that I’d rather not.
The air was chilly but Marco soon draped his weight against my back, pushing me against the still-warm bonnet.
I shivered, feeling Marco’s thick fingers trace my crease. I was still open from the quick round we’d had in the bathroom before heading into town.
“Did you see how sweetly Seb blushed?” Marco’s voice dropped lower as his fingers swiped across my hole, this time damp with lube. The sneaky bear probably had a small packet oflube in his jeans. It wasn’t like we let our sex drive take over all the time. Although now that I thought about it, we probably did—but that was the joy of being retired and our days being mostly ours.
“His blush was adorable.” I sighed as I felt the blunt head of Marco’s cock push against me. I arched back against him until he got with the program and got his cock inside me with a chuckle.
“Bossiest bottom on the planet.” Marco laughed, sliding deeper inside of me.
I ground back against him, feeling his rumbling groan through to my toes. “You knew what you signed up for.”
“I sure did, baby. Did you see that beautiful ink our boy had on him?” Marco settled in for a slow, leisurely fuck, rolling his hips languidly.
“I did. It reminded me of the first time I saw you.” I arched my back and spread out across the bonnet, opening myself up more for Marco’s thick cock.
“Oh yeah, at that club.” Marco gripped my hips harder, driving himself in deeper. I fucking loved how he owned my arse.
We didn’t talk anymore, needing to find release in each other. Marco’s broad palm cupped my throat, making me lift my head. My gaze locked onto our home. The last rays of sun reflecting off the front windows made the whole front of the house sparkle like a huge uncut diamond.
“Look at it baby, look how gorgeous our home looks. We’re so close to having our dream.” We were so close to finally having everything we’d dreamed about. I recalled all those late nights sitting talking about what we wanted to do in my small flat in Chelsea, never dreaming we’d own a house as grand as this, or have a small but tight-knit kink family we could call our own.
“I love you so fucking much Roe. Can’t wait to see what happens next.” Marco’s thrusts grew rougher, his hand snakingdown between the bonnet and my skin to grip my dick in a tight hold.
It didn’t take long for us both to tumble over the edge. I grimaced at the sticky mess on the blanket in front of me. It was going to have to be thrown in the wash.
“I want to say I’m getting too old to fuck over the bonnet of a car,” I started.
“But you still will.” Marco grinned against the skin off my neck. I could feel his breathing start to slow down as he pulled out. He bent down and helped pull my trousers up. I’d need to have a shower as soon as we got in, but at least my arse was no longer out in the freezing air.
“So what is the plan when Sebastian joins us for dinner tomorrow?”
Marco held my door open for me to get back into the car and leaned on the door, smiling softly. “I thought we would shower him with compliments, feed him a great meal, and then show him the club.”
“Are we going to encourage him to try some playtime?” I asked, sinking into the warm car seats.
“I thought we would play it by ear. The boy is such an innocent. They way he blushed was fucking gorgeous, I just kept thinking how much fun the three of us could have together and I will stake my arse on the fact that boy is a little,” Marco said with conviction.
I hummed at the images that his words evoked, both of Sebastian in Little space and Marco’s perfect arse.
CHAPTER THREE
SEBASTIAN
“I’ll pick you up at seven.”
I reread the text again and tried to make the nerves that danced in my stomach settle. I still couldn’t believe I had agreed to have dinner with Roman and Marco, let alone let them give me my own private tour of Crimson House.
I flung my phone onto the bed, where it was quickly swallowed up by the pile of clothing choices I’d discarded. I didn’t know what to wear, or what they wanted me to wear. I eyed the royal purple shirt that Lilly had gotten me last Christmas. It did complement my skin nicely, and I could pair it with my new black jeans that had the cute little cartoon patches I’d sewn onto them. Decision made, I could now go back to panicking about the date itself.
Wasit a date?
Giving up, I dug through the clothes and snagged my phone hitting Lilly’s number as I flung myself back onto the bed. I swear she answered before it even had a chance to ring. “Let me guess. Panicking over what to wear and if this is a date or not.”
