Page 68 of Santa’s Little Faker
Orlando nodded and kept sorting through his loot making excited sounds as he organized them, but I knew something interesting was brewing when he kept giving me sneaky glances that weren’t subtle at all.
Even for him.
“Jammies mean sleep time.” He mirrored my shrug like there was nothing he could do about the logic. “I can’t go home in jammies. We got neighbors.”
Who seemed to be hanging out their windows a lot more than average lately.
“You’re right. If you go home in jammies someone will call your mother.” Or mine and she wouldn’t know what the fuck was going on because my family was nowhere near as nosy as his. “So if you wear jammies, we’ll need to have a sleepover.”
I was already getting some questionable text messages from people I hadn’t talked to in months, so something was up and we weren’t going to add fuel to the fire.
His snicker was adorable and slightly evil. “Oh well. I like sleepovers. You can make me pancakes. I like pancakes, but when I flip they go flop.”
His pouty face said flopping was bad, but I wasn’t sure what that meant. “I can make pancakes tomorrow.”
Orlando’s beaming smile came back as he sat up on his knees, towel falling to the bed without a care. “And we’ll have our inside stuff talk. Is that before pancakes or after?”
Lord.
“I’m flexible on that.” And clearly couldn’t get away with giving him more time to change his mind. “But I’m going to warn you now, I’m going to worry about rushing you.”
His evil villain snicker said that wasn’t unexpected. “Daddies worry.”
Something about my slightly disgruntled expression had him laughing so hard he tipped over on the bed. “Daddy face. So funny.”
I was not so funny…and what was a Daddy face?
Cheeky brat.
But he was a cheeky brat who wasn’t distracted for long.
Scrambling back up on his knees, his cock now half-hard again as his inside talk seemed to get more interesting to him, Orlando kissed my cheek. “No worries, Daddy. I got toys. I like inside games. My inside toy just needed to wait for my Daddy. You.”
He was really starting to test my resolve on the whole wait a while thing.
“I will try not to worry as much.” Or think about exactly what he’d been doing with his inside toy. “I’m glad you know you like playing that way, though. Some people don’t and that’s okay.”
He’d indicated yes to being penetrated when we’d been going over our list, but I’d picked one that was very light on that subject for a reason. I’d thought we’d go slower, but at the very least, Trippy didn’t need us to do that.
We’d see what Orlando felt like when he was grown-up…whenever we got to that point.
“I do.” Wiggling excitedly, he reached down and gave his cock a tug before going back to mostly ignoring it. “You said you like your inside toy too.”
His memory for that list was amazing.
“Yes, I like playing that way, so we’ll need to have a longer conversation about that before we’re ready for that kind of happy time.” Mostly because while he’d talked about having me penetrate him, we hadn’t talked about the opposite way yet.
“I get to go first.” My naughty cutie was just charging right into that conversation, though. “You can have a turn later. I’ll do a good job.”
There was something about his expression…
“Everyone’s got a butthole, Trippy, and they all work the same.” Yep, got it in one. “You don’t have to hide stuff from me. Everyone has a past just like everyone has a butthole.”
We had the strangest conversations.
He was giggling, but he also gave me a kiss and aproud of youpat on the head. “You’re so smart, Daddy. I wasn’t sure if you knew that. But some of the subs online said you might not want to talk about girl parts. So I wasn’t gonna talk about that.”
How long had he been talking to strangers online?
