“Cute and sexy,” he says.
I press myself against him, kissing him. “I want to be your cute and sexy boy, Daddy.”
He hums. “You’re both of those things, baby.” He squeezes my arse. “And, later, you’ll be myLil squirter.”
“Yes, please, Daddy.”
“I’m going to make you come so hard,” he says huskily.
I whimper. “We’re in public, Daddy.” I sound a little whiny.
He chuckles and kisses the tip of my nose. “Later.”
As far as I’m concerned, later should benow.
It’s not hard to spend the rest of the afternoon browsing stalls. We get bagels stuffed with fillings. They’re so tasty. As I eat mine, all I can think about is how much I want to be stuffed later. Emmet buys me a leather bracelet with a magnetic rainbow clasp. He puts it around my wrist, an action that inexplicably takes my breath away. Maybe it’s the way he gazes into my eyes as he does so, or the way the bracelet brushes against my skin like a statement:you’re my boy now.
As the fair winds down, we end up in a bar with a dance floor. We find a table, and Micah buys us all drinks, which surprises Emmet.
“I’m used to buying my own drinks,” he says. “I’ll buy for the guy I’m with if I’m on a date, but I’ve never bought for a whole group before.”
“It’s normal in the UK,” Rett explains.
“We call it getting a round in,” I add.
“It’s fair, as long as everyone takes it in turns,” Rett says.
Emmet whistles. “That could end up being a lot of drinks. For us, that would be five rounds.”
Rett laughs. “That’s why you remember who bought rounds, so whoever didn’t get them in first the next time.”
“And that works?”
“Generally, yes,” I reply.
We chat and drink for a couple of rounds—Emmet gets the next one, despite his confusion and reservations—and then Zeke suggests we dance. We all go to the dance floor, but, after a couple of songs, Emmet and Micah return to our table, watching the three of us.
We dance together at first, forming a sort of triangle. We begin by swaying to the music, but, as the pounding tempo seeps into our souls, we move on to outdoing each other, our movements getting sexier as we draw closer together. I glance at Emmet and Micah every so often. They don’t seem at all jealous; if anything, they’re enjoying watching the three of us together. Rett and Zeke notice too. Zeke plays into it first, hooking his fingers into our belt loops to pull us close. Then he runs his hands over us and kisses first Rett, and then me. The way he kisses me is totally different to the way he kisses Rett. They’re all tongues and clashing teeth. Our kiss is barely more than a prolonged peck on the lips. Soon, we’ve got our hands on each other’s hips, dancing in perfect synchronicity for our Daddies. I’m sexy, liberated, and free.
I lose track of how long we dance like that, showing off for Emmet and Micah. Two songs. Maybe three. Possiblyfour. The track melds into the next, vibrating under my skin, thrumming in my chest. Eventually, I peel away from them. They immediately hold each other and kiss as they continue to dance.
I fix my gaze on Emmet, dancing to impress and turn him on. I gyrate my body, bend and spread my knees to get close to the floor, and touch myself in ways that are almost, but not quite, inappropriate in public. Based on what other people are doing, I decide rubbing my palm over my nipples through my t-shirt is totally fair game. I’m sure Emmet appreciates my antics because he licks his lips and drinks slowly, his stare never leaving me. I’m also pretty sure he’s mentally undressing me and maybe thinking about what he’s going to do to me when we get back to his place.
I’m so lost in pleasing him that I don’t notice a huge bear of a guy approaching me until he’s right behind me, grinding against me. I step away from him, but he’s persistent. Across the room, Emmet narrows his eyes, stands, and makes his way toward us.
“Piss off, buddy,” Zeke says when the guy refuses to let me step away from him for the second time.
“He’s with me,” Emmet says, reaching us. He puts his arm around me possessively and pulls me close.
I put my arms around his neck and kiss his jaw to prove that’s true. With the bear still staring, Emmet pulls me in front of him and kisses me so dirtily that I’d be willing to let him fuck me right here. The bear finally gets the hint and wanders off to pester someone else.
“I got an email with my test results,” he tells me. “I’m looking forward to filling you up with cum until it drips out of your pretty hole.”
I smash my mouth against his, parting my lips so he can plunder my mouth with his hot, eager tongue. I don’t care aboutdancing anymore. All I want is to go home with Emmet and make the slogan on my t-shirt a reality.
Chapter Ten
Emmet
