Micah laughs. “Of course, naughty boy.”
“I’ll help you, if you like,” Emmet offers.
I don’tneedhis help, but I gladly accept it. He gently rubs lotion into my exposed skin, taking far more time than he needs to. He’s especially attentive when he works on my neck, slipping his hands under my t-shirt to apply some to my shoulders. It’s not long before my eyes are half closed, and I’m practically groaning in response to his touch. Not so good considering we’re out in public. I bite my lip to stop myself from getting hard.
“All done, baby,” he says in a sultry tone.
“Thank you, Daddy.”
He quickly applies his own sunscreen and then we set off, Zeke and his men walking ahead, while Emmet and I stroll hand in hand toward Greenwich Village for the street fair. I’d heard about it online, but didn’t expect it to be so huge. Hundreds of stalls line the streets, selling everything from LGBTQ+ clothing to jewelry to candles to food, and more.
We stop by a cookie stall, where Emmet buys us all cookie milkshakes. Mine is sticky, gooey, sweet, and perfect for the hot weather. It’s so thick, I have to use the straw to scoop it into my mouth. When I spill some onto my chin, Emmet kisses it away for me, before pulling me close for a long kiss that leaves me breathless.
A health clinic has a stall, offering free STD tests with results by the end of the day. I stop and stare at it, a thought forming in my mind.
I nudge Emmet’s arm and point toward it.
“Do you want to, Daddy?” I whisper. I rake my teeth over my lip. “Then maybe you could…” My face flushes with warmth.
“What, baby? What could I do?”
I’m sure he knows what I’m thinking. It must be obvious. Even so, I cup my hand over his ear and whisper into it. “Fill me with your cum later. I— I’ve never wanted to go bare with someone so quickly before. But if all we have is a couple moredays, I want to. With you. Ireallywant to. Fuck, I’m being clingy and needy again. Would you, Daddy? Fill me with your cum? Make me yours.”
He groans. “I’d love to, baby.” He gets Micah’s attention. “We’ll catch you up.” Then he takes my hand and leads me through the throng of people toward the health clinic’s stall.
A few minutes later, our tests are done, and all that’s left is to wait for them to email our results.
We continue making our way along the stalls, eventually catching up with the others at a clothing stall. Rett and Zeke are holding t-shirts up to show Micah. As far as I can tell, he likes them all.
“You should join them,” Emmet says. “If you find something you like, I’ll buy it for you.”
“You don’t have to buy me anything, Daddy.”
“No, but I want to.” He pats my arse and gently pushes me toward the stall.
I go and search through the t-shirts. They’re all Pride themed, so what’s not to love? I gravitate toward the fitted ones and I’m especially drawn toward a hot-pink one, with ‘Daddy’s Lil Squirter’ in pastel pink bubble writing, around a cartoon whale on a circular Pride rainbow background. Before I met Emmet, I wouldn’t have looked twice at it, now I’m standing gawping at it, imagining myself wearing it while he holds me in his arms.
“You like that one?” he asks.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Then it’s yours.” He plucks it out of my hands. “Have you ever worn one of these?” He shows me a rainbow harness.
“Not exactly like that, but yes, to kink clubs. Why?” I ask innocently.
“I thought you could wear it for me later.” He steps closer so he can whisper into my ear. “When I pound your ass and cum inside you.”
I shiver and almost come on the spot. “I’d love to, Daddy.”
“Good boy.” He gives both to the trader and buys them. They’re put into a discreet brown paper bag.
“Daddy, could I wear the t-shirt now?”
He grins and hands it to me. I take off my cropped t-shirt, drop it into the bag, and put on the hot-pink t-shirt.
“It suits you,” he says admiringly.
I strike a pose and then do a little twirl.
