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I love him.
After we stash the money in the hotel room safe, we decide to go to the club. Damon is practically vibrating in the passenger seat, looking at the lights of Vegas. I put a hand on his thigh and squeeze, keeping him in place so he doesn’t fly out of the sunroof.
The club has a line wrapped around the corner. I hand the valet the keys, grab Damon’s hand, and pull him to the front of the line. I slide the doorman a thousand bucks and he moves the rope, letting us in with a smile.
Damon looks around in stunned silence, taking in the scene. He pulls my arm and I bend down so my ear is level with his mouth. “I’ve never been inside a club besides the one Conrad makes me go to.” When I pull back, his grin is so wide, it looks like it might split his cheeks.
Taking his hand, I pull him to the dance floor. He’s frozen for a bit, looking around at everyone else. I slide my hand around him and pull him closer to me. Then I start to dance. The song is a reggae song, perfect for grinding and moving while we’re pelvis to pelvis.
After a moment, Damon gets with it and moves slowly, twisting his hips in an obscene way. He rolls against me, making me think of getting him naked. His hand lands on top of mine and he does this belly roll thing that makes me groan. I bend to kiss him hard and long.
Breaking the kiss, and with a flirty smile, Damon turns around and moves against me. His ass right on my dick has me rock hard in less time than it takes me to wrap an arm around him.
His high ponytail brushes my face as I duck down to kiss his neck. His flat belly flexes under my hand and I love the fact I get to be with Damon while he’s feeling free like this.
The way he’s been coming around and learning who he is, it lets me know that the only thing he needed was space and support. Time to learn and grow on his own.
I’m enjoying the front row seat to his growth.
The song changes to some kind of dance beat and Damon spins around with a smile, hands thrown in the air and I watch the beauty before me. This man is glorious in his delight. I stand back and allow him to let loose for probably the first time in his life.
Grabbing his hand, I spin him, then pull him to my chest. “You look happy,” I shout.
“I am!”
We dance to a few more songs, then go to the bar for a drink. A man next to Damon taps him on the shoulder and says something in his ear that makes him blush. I put a possessive arm around Damon’s waist and pull him close to me, glaring at the man beside him. The man shrinks away, grabbing his drink and moving to the other side of the bar.
Damon releases a peal of laughter and pats my chest. After I finish staring the man down, I glance down at Damon, who’s smiling widely at me. He beckons me closer and I bend to hear what he has to say. “He only told me my hair was pretty. He wasn’t hitting on me.”
“Doesn’t matter. I’m the only one that gets to tell you your hair is pretty.” Damon laughs again, shaking his head. I know I sound ridiculous, and I know that man was no threat to me, but even so. Yeah, I sound batshit crazy. What is Damon doing to me?
“I’m ready to go back to our room. I want to cuddle with you,” Damon shouts in my ear.
Great idea. I take his hand and we leave the club. I had such a good time. It’s been years since I’ve been in a club to enjoy myself, not just with Savage when he had to make an appearance. I had the best time with him. Especially seeing him be so loose and uninhibited. I want more of this from him.
When we get to our room, Damon starts stripping immediately, leaving a trail of clothes in his wake. He sends a flirty glance over his shoulder and asks, “Coming?”
I’ve never taken clothes off faster.
I have his back against the wall of the shower and my mouth on his before he finishes laughing at my exuberance. Though I want to devour him, I take my time, enjoying the feel of his lips on mine. His much smaller body slots well with mine and I will never get enough of him.
He chuckles in my mouth and pushes me away. “I said shower, baby. Let’s get you cleaned up. We got really sweaty dancing.”
Stepping back, I pull down our body wash and pump some into his washcloth. Turning him around to face the wall, I push his hands up so they’re on the wall. Then I proceed to make sure he’s nice and clean. No nook or cranny is left unwashed.
I drop to my knees behind him, letting the washcloth flop beside me. “I want to taste you, baby. Is that okay?”
“God, please,” he groans, pushing back so his ass is closer to my face.
Spreading his cheeks, I stare at his tight hole and groan. It looks so good. So tasty. I rub a thumb over him, watching his hole flutter and hearing Damon’s soft exhale. Pulling my thumb from him, I lick it, taking his taste down my throat.
“Fuck, baby,” I mutter, moving closer and taking a long lick at him. Damon moans reverberate off the wall, high and sweet.
Leaning forward, I swipe my tongue over his hole, but only just. The tip of my tongue brushes against his opening and I feel it contract. Moaning, I close my lips around his pucker and suck. Damon cries out, bucking back against my mouth. I hold his hips steady and dine on him as he writhes in pleasure.
I take lazy laps at him, sliding my tongue from the top of his crease down to his taint, savoring his flavor. I collect the small noises he makes and commit them to memory. His tiny, tight entrance contracts and I lick it lovingly, coaxing it open so I can fuck him with my tongue.
“Michael … I want you … fuck me please.”
