Page 19 of A Little Cinny Latte
The car door slams just outside, and I grin, knowing that Riley is home. I couldn’t wait for him to see this surprise. By the time February first rolled around, and all the stores in town had all their Valentine’s Day decorations up, Riley said it was about time to put away our Christmas décor. Just like in the beginning of January, he seemed sad to put it away and spent part of the day pouting.
I told him that since we just spent all this time in January decorating, we should keep up the sparkly Christmas décor just a little longer.
He eagerly agreed, but asked if I could be the one to put away all our ornaments on February 14th. Apparently, it would just be weird to see all the red and green décor up on Valentine’s Day. Which got me thinking: why can’t I decorate for Valentine’s Dayin my apartment? And why can’t I make it look like Christmas? Only with pink and red instead of red and green.
When I hear the keys in the front door, I duck behind the counter and get into my hiding spot.
“Oh my god, Daddy! What is this?”
I peek my head out of the hiding spot just in time to see Riley rush over to the pink and red ‘Christmas’ tree. I replaced all the Christmas-themed ornaments with pretty hearts.
“Daddy!” Riley tries again. “Oh my god, it’s so pretty in here. Where are you?”
Pulling out my carefully folded note, I aim and throw the paper airplane toward my boy. And just like all those weeks ago, it lands in the tree just to the right of his shoulder. Riley gasps and spins around so he’s facing me. He spins again, turning back towards the tree as he plucks the note from the branch.
Riley grins as he unfolds the note. I walk over to my boy and wrap my arms around him from behind. He finishes unfolding the piece of paper and gasps. I peer over his shoulder and read the words I’ve written down.
I love you.
Some people might think it’s too soon for confessions of love, but I can’t contain it anymore. I’ve been holding onto this secret now for over a month.
Riley turns in my arms and smiles. “You love me?”
I nod. “That’s right, baby boy. I love you. Big or small, or anything in between. If you want to spend our lives together decorating our place like it’s Christmas all year long, then sign me up. As long as I’m with you, I’ll be happy.”
Before I can continue with my speech, Riley is crushing his lips to mine and fumbling with my belt buckle. I can’t even tell him to slow down. He knows my body so damn well and knows exactly what to do to have me as needy as him.
One hand slides into my pants as soon as he has my jeans unbuttoned. He strokes me, focusing on the head of my cock, while his free hand plays with my chest hair. “I need you, Daddy. Make love to me?”
“I can’t ever say no to you, baby.”
He giggles with delight before dropping to his knees and tugging my jeans down. The warm heat of his mouth swallows me down.
I groan as he works my length. “Fuck, Riley. That feels so damn good.”
He hums happily. My boy gets to work sucking and slurping until he’s edged me several times. Since I can’t quite recover as fast as he can, he’s discovered just how much he loves to edge me and swears up and down that quality is better than quantity.
But this time, instead of my boy getting all the fun, I have certain plans. Tugging Riley to a standing position, I walk him over to the sofa and position him so that his knees are on the cushions, and his ass is high in the air.
Riley giggles. “Daddy, what are you—oh god.” He moans when I slide my tongue against his hole. “Oh, oh wow. Oh. That feels amazing.”
Riley’s desperate pleas have me harder than ever. Slowly, I work a finger inside of him, and with my other hand, I pop open a bottle of lube and dribble the silky liquid down his crack. I slide another finger inside his hole, before eventually working in a third.
“Please, Daddy. Enough. I need you.”
“I need you too, baby boy.”
He lays down on the sofa and uses his fingers to spread himself wide. “Fuck, baby. That’s it. Spread yourself for Daddy.”
Lining my cock up with his tight heat, I slowly push inside of him.
“Yes!” he cries out.
“Such a tight hole for me, isn’t it, baby?”
“Yes, oh fuck. Yes, Daddy.”
I growl. “Language, Riley.”
