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There would be time for that later, I had to remind myself.
“Come on, we’ll be late for the show. And I’ve got to make a stop before it.”
“Show?”
My jaw fell. “Oh bollocks, there I go ruining my surprise.” I wasn’t thinking straight considering that every drop of blood in my body had been rerouted from one head to another.
“Wait… are we going… the J.Lo show is tonight…”
My growing smile put the nail in the coffin. My surprise was done.
“Jennifer Lopez? We’re seeing Jenny from the Block? The goddess of dancing, singing, and anti-aging?”
Oliver was up on his feet. He got up so fast from the couch that Mason gave an annoyed meow and jumped off the couch, too.
“One of my clients manages her. I was able to get some VIP tickets for tonight.”
“You’re kidding! Oh shoot, okay, I need to change. Ahh!” His excitement was exactly what I wanted to see after the terribly dark week he had been put through. It had been a difficult few days, and even harder nights. Holding Oliver as he cried himself to sleep was heart-wrenching in ways I never expected to feel.
But seeing him this excited? A damn blessing.
He came to kiss me again, his excitement spilling over, mixed in with the same heat that was scrambling my brains only moments before. I throbbed, feeling even harder now that Oliver’s body was pressed against mine.
“Mhmm,” Oliver said, looking down, “someone’s getting wet.”
I followed his gaze. Sure enough, a dark stain was spreading from where my precome seeped through. Oliver ran his thumb over the slick spot, sending bolts of pleasure through me. He brought his thumb up to his lips and rubbed softly, smiling at me before he sucked on his thumb.
“I want to taste,” I said, my voice a low rumble. Oliver dropped his hand again, but this time he pulled the waistband of my briefs, exposing my leaking cock. With his other hand, he went in, grabbing my shaft in his hand and stroking. I dropped my head back, letting the pleasure wash over me, letting him hold me in his hand. He stroked, applying a delicious pressure that matched the one I was feeling in my tightening balls.
His thumb ran over my slit as he squeezed, more precome dripping out and soaking his finger. He pulled his hand out from my briefs, his thumb glistening wet. He lifted his hand, and I opened my mouth, accepting him as he gave me his thumb, my precome coating it.
The taste wasn’t a strong one, but the effect certainly was. I sucked on Oliver’s thumb and drank my juices off him.
“All right,” Oliver said, breathless. “We should get going.”
He took back his thumb. I could still taste myself on my tongue. He gave me one last kiss before he walked around me, heading toward the bedroom where he could get ready, all the while singing a J.Lo song I’d never heard before.
If I were honest, I don’t think I’d ever listened to J.Lo much at all. Plus, I was never much of a concert lad growing up, and that didn’t get any better as I got older.
But, oddly enough, I felt more excited about tonight than I’d been about anything in a long while. I knew how much Oliver loved dancing and going to concerts, and he had mentioned how he wished he could go to this one but that being a hundred thousand dollars in debt and still not even making a salary meant that he’d have to watch YouTube videos of it afterward.
I wasn’t letting that happen.
“I’m ready!”
Oliver stood in the doorway to my bedroom and did a little cha-cha, moving his hips as if he wanted to hypnotize me all over again. He looked so good, too, wearing a pair of tight white shorts that hugged his juicy thighs just right. His shirt was white with a small V-neck, and across his chest was written “Let’s Get Loud” in colorful pink and blue graffiti letters. We were never getting out of my place if I didn’t force myself to turn around.
“I’ve been waiting for the perfect moment to use this shirt.”
“Tonight’s the night,” I said, grabbing my keys, my cock still painfully hard. I had to adjust myself so that the waistband of my briefs held me down. “Let’s get loud, baby.”
“Let’s get loud,” Oliver said, coming up behind me and slapping my ass.
Outside, the night was cool and calm. My street was a quiet one, with families lining either side of me, their living room lights all on and their TVs showing through the cracks in the blinds. Palm trees stretched up to the starry sky. The excitement for tonight didn’t ebb (thankfully my cock did calm down, though). Oliver danced the entire way into Miami Beach to every J.Lo hit under the sun.
