Page 68 of Look My Way
“I’m sure. Can’t have a movie night without popcorn.”
“That is the known rule.”
He looks through my pantry next, asking me what my favorite snacks are and questioning me about the twenty cases of Diet Pepsi.
“I’ve never known someone to keep so much of a drink he hates.”
“I wouldn’t say I hate it. Though the aftertaste it leaves I could do without.”
“Everyone could,” he agrees, running his fingers over the glass canisters of pasta and flour. “You’re so organized. Pretty sure it only makes me like you more.”
“Are you admitting out loud to liking me?”
“Looks like it.” He turns around, pinning me to the door. Our lips lock and we get lost in each other, grinding our bodies together until the food arrives. We eat at my teal wood table, and he’s surprised when I tell him I’m the one who picked it out.
“What else was your choice in your apartment?”
I chew on a pepperoni, pushing it to the back of my mouth with my tongue as I look up at the windowsill. “That half-dead plant.”
He laughs, nose wiggling. Fuck, he’s so cute. It’s hard not to kiss and hold him all the time. “What else?”
“Umm.” I tap my chin, pretending to think long and hard. “Those magnets I swiped for free from several businesses.”
“And?” He leans forward, resting his chin on a closed fist. “You.” My fingers slide up his thigh, and his lips part, breath catching.
“Is it bad that I want to kiss you all the time?” His eyes stay on mine, chest lifting and lowering.
“No. Not at all. I want you all the time too, but I never want to push you. Not unless you ask of course.”
“Consider this me asking. Push me. Find my limit. I can handle it.”
“You can.”
“I can.” His nose brushes over mine, hot breath cascading over my lips.
“You can do anything, carino.”
“It feels like I can with you.”
“With me. Without me.” I cup his cheek, brushing at his hair with my pinky.
“I think with you is much better.”
“Me too.”
“Daddy,” he whines and I’m a pile of goo, melting for him over and over as he rocks needily against his chair. His eyes look up at mine lovingly, and it’s like he’s asking me for the whole world right now. I’ll give him as much of it as I can too.
“I’m right here, lovely. Tell me what you need.”
“You. Just you.” He crawls into my lap, cock rubbing against mine, and I bring my mouth to his, our tongues latching together desperately as we writhe against each other.
I lift from the chair and carry him to the couch, laying him down before tugging at his clothes. I kiss as much of his skin as I can, trailing my lips over every limb and over each hip bone. Ilick my way up his belly button and chest, sucking on his pretty pink nipples. He thrashes, letting out sweet moans as I play with his body, giving him what he wants. Me. All of me. As much as he can handle and more.
I work my way down his body, lifting his hips and running my nose down the seam of his crack. Tongue poking between my lips, I use only the tip to tease his entrance and then lap at it in circles. His thighs shake and his chest lifts to the sky, body tightening everywhere as I drive him wild with my tongue. I spread his hole with my fingers, diving in and out. He tastes of soap, sweat, and him. I delve into him like a starved man, going back for seconds and thirds. I don’t stop until he’s crying and screaming in pleasure, body erupting like a fucking volcano as I catch his hot release with my mouth.
I lick up whatever I don’t catch, kissing his stomach and the center of his chest. His hands tug at my face, and he kisses my mouth. “I want to taste you too,” he says in an almost whisper.
“Later. Catch your breath while I clean up the mess in the kitchen. We still have a movie to watch too.”
