He widens his eyes. “I— I didn’t mean…. Maybe I did mean… I’m not sure what I meant… It’s just… I’ve never felt so comfortable with a guy before, let alone this quickly. Maybe it’s because you’re the Daddy I didn’t realize I needed, or just because you’re amazingly kind and patient, or?—”
I silence him with a kiss. “We fit.” Which is my way of telling him I feel the same way. I’ve had plenty of hookups before, but nothing that felt as right as this.
He sighs happily. “We do. Like a lock and key. Wait. Is that romantic, or gross?”
“Romantic,” I assure him.
“That would make me the lock, right? And you’re the key.” He smirks. “Do you, uh, wanna tie me up and slip your key into my lock?”
“Gladly, baby.”
He kisses me and then rests his head on my shoulder. “I’m not going to want to leave on Tuesday. I’m beingsoclingy.”
“So am I.”
He lifts his head and gazes at me. “Will we keep in touch?”
“Yes.”
“You could visit me when you’re in the UK on business. If you want to. Or I could come to you. If you want, of course. You might not want to.”
“I do.” I pull him so he’s sat on my lap, straddling me. I wrap my arms around his lower back, dragging him closer, so his chest is pressed against mine and his ass is over my cock. “I would love to stay in touch and keep seeing you, baby.”
He widens his eyes. “You would? Really?”
“Yes.”
We kiss passionately, me stroking his lower back, him tangling his fingers through my hair, our tongues twining, our teeth clashing.
Sandy whines, making us break apart, laughing.
“We should take this to the guest room,” I say.
“After letting Sandy out to pee,” Ty agrees.
“You say the sexiest things.”
He laughs harder. “Let’s save the sexy talk until we’re alone.” He gazes into my eyes. “I’m glad I met you, Daddy.”
“I’m glad I met you too.”
The next morning, Ty disappears into the guest bathroom after making me promise not to peek. My anticipation is high as I get ready. I put on a black t-shirt with a grungy Pride flag on the front, and my favorite jeans and sneakers. Once I’m ready, I lounge on the guest bed until Ty finally appears from the bathroom. My heart leaps. My breath catches. He is stunning.
He’s wearing a skin-tight, white crop top, covered in Pride symbols: flags, rainbows, hearts, peace symbols and more. He’s also wearing jeans cut into shorts, and a pair of white sneakers with rainbows on them. He’s put on makeup: a vibrantrainbow mask made from eyeshadow, with glitter accentuating his cheekbones, heavy mascara that makes his eyes pop, and shimmering red lipstick.
He stands with his hands clasped behind his back, swaying coquettishly as he flutters his lashes. “Do I look okay, Daddy?”
I stand, cross over to him, and put my hands on his hips. Even then, I’m not sure I can speak without tripping over my tongue. “You’re gorgeous, baby.”
“Not too much? I wanted to stand out, without overdoing it. I’ve overdone it, haven’t I?”
I kiss him. “No, baby. You’re perfect.”
He blushes and smiles. “You’re wearing lipstick now too.”
“Such a shame.”
He giggles and kisses my cheek. A glance in the mirror opposite shows me a lipstick print on my skin, and I don’t mind. I almost don’t want to join the others. Ty is far too kissable, huggable, and fuckable dressed like this.
