Page 32 of For the Love of a Boy

“Are those heels bothering you?”

She snorted then propped her elbows on the table, leaning in his direction. “God, yes. I wear heels all the time, but not quite as extreme as these. Plus, they’re new. Not my best decision of the day.”

“But they look fantastic.”

Tina burst out laughing. “You’re a quick study. In fashion, looks are all that matters. Comfort is last on the list.”

He couldn’t imagine. “Oh! Can I ask you a favor?”

“Ask away. No promises, but I’ll do what I can.”

Seth reached into his front pocket, although ‘reach’ was a generous description. The action was more like prying his way inside. He hoped he could retrieve the two twenty dollar bills he’d stuffed in there without destroying them. Finally, he managed to wrestle them free.

“Would you mind giving this to Nate for me? It’s the money I owe him for ordering Daddy’s Christmas gift.”

“Of course, honey. What did you get him?”

He and Tina chatted back and forth about Daddy’s gift and she shared what she’d gotten Nate. Seth knew they both had plenty of money from being successful attorneys, and that she traveled all over for her job. So, he wasn’t too surprised to learn that she’d gotten him a fancy gold watch.

But overall, he loved that they’d gotten the chance to talk a bit—just the two of them. Interacting with new people and expanding his social horizons was somehow making him feel more human. As if he was part of the world instead of being hidden from it by an oppressive religion. Escaping the camp had been the first step of many that had changed his outlook on his relationships with people.

Seth caught sight of Daddy approaching, holding two tall, identical looking drinks. Nate strode along his side, gripping two glasses of ice and cradling two small cans cradled in the crook of his arm. He had no idea what Red Bull was, but he guessed it was a type of soda because of the no alcohol rule they were under.

“Here you go, baby.”

Daddy handed him one of the drinks that appeared no different than the glass of cranberry juice he normally got. He set it down and waited for Daddy to join him. Once Daddy was situated, he raised his glass, encouraging Seth to do the same. He tapped his drink against Seth’s.

“To a lifetime of fun, love and laughter.” Daddy winked. “Oh, and only take a sip at first.”

“Okay. I figured that’s what I should do.” He tapped Daddy’s glass too. “And those were beautiful words. I say the same.”

Daddy smiled as he stirred his drink, then took a sip from the skinny straws. “Yeah, go easy. They poured heavy.”

Seth had no idea what that meant, but he hadn’t planned on chugging the alcohol anyway. He almost choked. The first taste was like nothing he’d ever had before. Sort of burny and very bitter. After a moment, he felt a bit of warmth and, he had to admit, more relaxed. He took another small drink. Now that he was expecting it, the flavor wasn’t as nasty as the first time. He’d at least noticed some of the juice.

After his third taste, he discovered he was feeling much more relaxed. He let his gaze wander the room, his head floaty, his heart light. Daddy’s hand on his own got Seth’s attention. The expression Daddy radiated at him was intense, filled with lust. Seth’s cock twitched. He craved the feel of Daddy’s body next to his, Daddy’s touch, his lips moving on his skin…

Daddy leaned toward Nate and said something to him. Nate grinned and gave Daddy a thumbs up. Daddy tuned back to Seth.

“Let’s dance, baby.”

Yes. He wanted to melt into Daddy’s embrace out on the floor, know what it was like to express his love for Daddy where everyone could see. Where no one judged. No one condemned.

Seth took one last sip from the drink then allowed Daddy to lead him to where the flashing lights swirled all around and everyone was dancing. He noted that the club had become more crowded in the short time they’d been there. Club attendees brushed past them and Seth moved closer to Daddy. When they reached the edge of the dance area, there were so many people already on it, Seth didn’t see how they’d be able to join in.

Daddy encircled Seth’s waist with one arm then shouldered them through the crowd. Men and women undulated and twirled around them and Seth marveled that no one cared they were bumping against strangers in addition to their partners. He wrapped himself around Daddy, who was already moving to the rhythm of the music. Daddy’s hands roamed his body, up his back then down to his ass before starting over again. Seth fought the tension that prevented him from letting go and dancing freely. He wished he’d had more of the vodka before they’d decided to join in with everyone else.

Daddy left a line of kisses along Seth’s throat, nuzzling his ear as the driving beats intensified. A flash of Daddy telling him how he’d met Everett at Club Surrender on this very dance floor raced through his mind. He marveled that he still couldn’t bring himself to be jealous of Everett. All that mattered was Daddy’s happiness.

The more they swayed to the music, the more the tension drained from Seth’s body. He allowed Daddy to guide him, to help him swirl his hips in tandem with Daddy’s, to press their hardening cocks together. Seth closed his eyes as he held on to Daddy, his arms draped loosely around Daddy’s neck, and tried not to think—only feel.

He gasped at the sensation of Daddy’s mouth on his Adam’s apple, the suctioning pull sending a jolt of pleasure straight to the end of his dick. What was Daddy doing? Seth moaned, knowing he couldn’t be heard, knowing that everyone was so lost in their own revelry that it didn’t matter. Daddy bit the crook of his neck and Seth reached full, aching hardness, thrusting against him like a shameless, wanton thing.

He didn’t care.

Daddy never stopped writhing against Seth, but he gradually moved behind Seth’s body until Daddy’s chest was pressed to his back. Now Daddy was grinding against his ass and his hands explored Seth’s belly, sometimes slipping lower, seeking his inner thighs and skimming over his erection.

Seth threw back his head and let if fall against Daddy’s shoulder, turning slightly to offer up his neck. His wordless invitation was accepted, Daddy licking and sucking his sensitive flesh. The heat between them was maddening, electric. Seth never wanted to stop.

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