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Seryn's eyes glowed blue. He hissed at Mitchell, flashing his fangs. "Mine."
"Fuck, baby." Mitchell had never felt more pleasure in his life.
He tightened his grip when he increased his thrusts. It was a challenge because he had to be careful to not knock over the bike, but he still held nothing back. Each thrust made him want more. The pleasure built in his core. He held off, waiting for Seryn.
He didn't have to wait long. Seryn cried out when he came. Cum coated his stomach and abdomen. His muscles tightened around Mitchell's cock as if Seryn didn't want him to leave.
It all made the white-hot need explode. Mitchell pressed in, holding Seryn in place when the pleasure peeked. He shivered and pumped a couple more times as the last tendrils of his orgasm worked through his body.
He wanted to collapse onto Seryn so he could get closer, but he didn't want to damage the bike. He lifted Seryn in his arms. His cock came out of Seryn and cum was all over them, but it didn't matter. Having Seryn close was the only thing he cared about.
"This is forever, isn't it?"
Seryn sighed and tightened his hold. "Is that okay?"
"Better than okay. It's going to be perfect."
Seryn chuckled. "You know that's not true."
"You're perfect."
"I am not."
"You felt perfect when I was inside you. Really great, actually."
"Charmer Daddy."
"More like a Daddy thief." Mitchell chuckled, but he became serious a second later. "Thank you for the bike."
"Anything for my Daddy."
Mitchell felt as though he had to give something in return, but what did you give a guy who had so much money? The only thing Mitchell could do was take care of Seryn. He'd make sure his boy had everything he needed.
Chapter Twenty-One
Seryn was up to something. Mitchell wasn't sure what, but whatever it was, he was keeping closed mouthed about it. He intended to leave the house. Mitchell knew that much because of the clothing he wore. He wore black pants that hugged his sweet little ass and a thin silky shirt, but it was the duster hanging over one of the kitchen chairs that clued Mitchell in.
Mitchell didn't question him. He didn't need to. All he had to do was wait Seryn out and stare at him as if he knew what was rolling round in Seryn's head even though he didn't. In truth, Mitchell was clueless. The only thing Seryn gave away was his emotion, and that was nervousness.
Seryn squirmed on the bar stool as if his ass hurt. It might have. After bending Seryn over the bike, they'd made love two more times before calling it a night. It was the best sex of Mitchell's life, hands down. But all that glorious sex wasn't what made Seryn antsy.
Mitchell whipped the eggs until they were frothy. He liked adding sour cream when he scrambled eggs. It made them creamier. The bacon was in the oven, crisping. All he had todo was pretend the eggs needed more whisking so he could continue their little game.
Any time now.
Seryn bit his bottom lip harder than he should have. It was as if he were trying to keep from spilling the beans on whatever he had planned. And then he took a sip of his coffee but drank just a little before he put the mug down. "I forgot. I don't like coffee that much."
"You forgot? Do you want tea or juice instead?" Mitchell would drink it. No problem.
"Juice."
Mitchell went to the fridge and grabbed the orange juice. Thankfully, it was fully stocked, but it wasn't stocked for four people. Mitchell would have to get to the store for more supplies in the next couple of days. He pulled a glass from the cupboard and poured some for Seryn before putting it back.
Seryn smiled. "Thanks."
"You've been drinking coffee the entire time we've been together. And you need at least two cups before you're pleasant in the morning."
"I'm never pleasant."
