I lowered my head slowly in case I was reading it wrong, but Sweet Boy rose on his toes and met my mouth. The kiss was fleeting and chaste, but my cock swelled anyway.
“Babbo, are we about to make out in the restaurant? Because I’m down for it,” he said with a cheeky smile.
“Sadly, I don’t think Margaret would be.”
“Slip into the restroom, and she’d never know.” His eyes sparkled with excitement, and I internally groaned at my own restraint. Fuck me.
“Sweet Boy, when I get lucky enough to experience everything you’re offering, it won’t be quick and dirty in the restroom,” I whispered my response into his ear, and his sharp intake of breath rewarded me.
“Babbo, do you want to do naughty things with me?” His faux shocked gasp and pearl-clutching were adorable.
Christ, I loved the just-this-side-of-bratty ones. My ex hadn’t been into age play, which was a significant part of why we drifted apart. I had thought I could take it or leave it. As it turned out, I wanted to take it more than I had thought. He wasn’t open to it at all, and that wedge grew. He’d suggested we open the relationship for playtime, but that hadn’t been satisfying either. I wanted a boyinmy life, not one who workedaroundmy life.
“Naughty with you? Yes, very much,” I answered.
After I helped him put my jacket on, we left The Diner and went to a quiet bar a few doors down. I ushered him inside, and we found a cozy table in the back. The lighting was low and the music was muted.
“Still no names?” I asked once our drink order was taken.
“Nope. I’m like a boy of mystery.”
“Yeah, that you are.”
My hand brushed the hair that had fallen across his eyes. The sweet boy leaned into my hand, and the pressure was a welcome weight. What I wanted to do wasn’t appropriate for here, not even in the bar, so I distracted myself by rubbing my thumb across his plump lips. His tongue darted out for an illicit taste.
“Here you go. Can I get you anything else?” the server asked when he returned with our drinks. I knew we were only here to ensure we wanted to move to step two of this dance.
“We’re good, thanks. No change.”
I paid the tab and returned my attention to the fabulous boy sitting beside me in the booth. His hair, artfully styled earlier in the evening, had fallen and now covered his eyes. His peacock outfit was bold and bright blue. There was no mistaking him for anyone else. It was tight where it mattered and showed off his bubble ass to perfection. When I’d been watching him earlier in the evening, something I was sure he was unaware of, he’d been bright and bubbly with a take-no-prisoners attitude. Once away from the audience, he was quieter and more subdued. The stark difference piqued my interest.
“Babbo, we need to hurry with our drinks.”
“Why’s that?”
“Because I can’t wait to get my hands on you, and I’m sure the server, who seems bored enough to do nothing but watch us, wouldn’t mind the show of me sucking you off under the table, but the other people might.”
“What makes you think you’ll get your mouth on me?”
“Because you want me too much to say no,” he answered with a devilish gleam.
“No reason to argue when you’re right.” Sweet Boy’s fist pump was at odds with his painfully stylish outfit. He was a mess of contradictions. And he was correct—I wanted to strip it all away and waste no time getting to the part we both wanted. “Finish your drink. We’re done, and there’s a hotel down the street.” The sweet boy sitting next to me didn’t hide his self-satisfied smirk.
* * *
“Here’s your key card, sir. Checkout is at eleven a.m., and our restaurant opens at six. Do you need help with your luggage?” The desk clerk looked puzzled by our empty hands.
“We don’t have luggage. We only get stolen moments together…” The sweetheart with the devil on his shoulder said his fib with a deep, tragic sigh. “But lucky for us, we find ways to be together. Maybe one day it’ll be permanent.”
“I certainly hope so, sir, but in the meantime, there’s always hotel rooms.” The desk clerk gave my boy an appraising look before he turned and gave me a similar one. His interest wasn’t disguised. The gleam wasn’t quite as bright, and admittedly, that stung a little, but it was understandable. The man next to me was a goddamn diamond.
“Thanks so much,” I said when I took the card and my boy’s hand. The flirt who held my hand turned away, but not before giving the clerk a wink on our way to the elevators. “C’mon, Sweet Boy, we’ve got lots of time to make up for.”
We waited in silence for the elevators. The air crackled with electricity as the doors opened to an empty car. We stepped on. I pressed the button for the fifteenth floor and immediately turned to crowd the man standing next to me. His chest rose and fell in short breaths that caught in his throat when my hand slid across his neck and tightened at his nape.
I dropped my mouth to his, and I was done. His lips immediately parted and granted me access. Our tongues swirled and swept against each other in a preview of what was to come. My fingers tightened at his neck, and my cock swelled at his whimpered, breathy sounds. I wanted to devour him and wreck him and put him all back together again. His moans sent shock waves through my veins.
I’d kissed men before, but it had never punched me in the gut like this. My veins thrummed with blood that rushed to my dick. Each stroke of my tongue led to him pressing tighter against my body. Holy fuck, I wanted this beautiful boy under me.
