Page 34 of Spoil Me, Daddy
Aaron pulled his mouth free, gasping for air. Gazing down at Zaire, he saw his pupils had blown wide enough to almost cover the amber colour of Zaire’s eyes, his lips were ruby red and bruised, and his cheeks were flushed. Aaron tightened his grip, wanting to watch as Zaire flew. Zaire’s mouth opened further, air audibly inhaled and exhaled as he reached for his climax. Zaire’s back bowed, his nostrils flared, and Aaron told him to come.
“Fuck!” Zaire shouted as his release coated his stomach and chest, followed closely by Aaron’s.
“God, yes! Fuck, Zaire!” Aaron growled as his climax roared through him, marking Zaire as his.
Aaron rolled to his back next to Zaire, breathing as if he’d run a marathon. Their hands threaded together as they lay there, regaining their equilibrium.
“I can’t move,” Zaire mumbled.
Chuckling, Aaron sat up. “You don’t need to for the moment. Let me clean you up.” He rose to shaky legs, locking his knees so he didn’t fall back to the bed, even though it was where he wanted to be. Looking down at himself, he snorted.
“What, Daddy?”
Aaron glanced at Zaire. “I’m still fully dressed.” He turned to show Zaire only his cock stuck out from his undone jeans, every other item of clothing was in place.
Zaire put a hand over his mouth as laughter danced in his eyes. “You look hot,” he whispered.
Aaron leaned over the bed to move Zaire’s hand and press a kiss to his lips. Their cocks slid against each other, and they groaned into the kiss before Aaron pulled away.
“I’ll clean you up and get you dressed. We’re going to be late as it is.” Aaron grinned at Zaire, a lightness in him he had not felt for so long.
After cleaning Zaire up, Aaron pulled the lace over his cock.
“Are you not going to change the thong, Daddy?” Zaire’s voice was shaky, and Aaron gazed up at him, seeing Zaire’s frown.
He supposed some people didn’t like wearing underwear they had come in, but neither of them had spilled anything on the lace. “No, sweet boy. I want you to remember what we did whenever you go to the bathroom and see this lacy thong. I promise you, they are clean, they…” Aaron leaned forward, pressing his nose into the fabric and inhaling, “smell like you and me,” he finished on a growl.
As his gaze returned to Zaire, he saw his pupils dilate and knew they needed to get moving; otherwise, they would end up in bed again, and Aaron didn’t want Zaire to miss out on his night out.
The clothes he’d picked for Zaire rested next to them, untouched by their previous actions. He helped Zaire stand and reached for the trousers, pulling them up his legs and over his ass before fastening them. They moulded to Zaire’s thighs as if they were made especially for him. Aaron stood, grabbed the top and helped Zaire into it. As he thought, it highlighted the collar beautifully, and Aaron couldn’t help but take Zaire in a long, deep kiss as his hands caressed the leather band.
“God, you’re amazing, Zaire.” He rested their foreheads together as he regained his breathing once more. “And you’re dangerous.” He chuckled and blew out a breath. “What shoes would you like to wear tonight?”
Zaire blinked at him a few times before seemingly shaking off his lust. “Um, I have some low wedge shoes which would work.”
“Okay. Go grab them, and I’ll help you.”
In no time, Zaire was finally fully dressed, and they were on their way to the club—forty-five minutes late, but on their way, nonetheless.
As they entered the club, Aaron gripped Zaire’s hand tight, not wanting to lose him amongst the Friday night crowds. They weaved their way around the bar, trying to find any of their friends and finally noticed Cord waving at them from a table near the back.
“What took you so long?” Cord yelled to be heard over the music.
Aaron glanced at Zaire, seeing a flush colour his cheeks. “We got waylaid.”
“Yeah, you got laid, alright,” Cord answered with a grin.
Aaron ignored him and pulled Zaire down onto one of the two spare seats at the large table they’d commandeered. Zaire introduced him to Rod and Colin again, and Aaron introduced Zaire to Nora and Geoff, who Zaire had not met properly yet. Once everyone knew everyone, Aaron waved down a waiter and ordered a round of drinks.
“So, how are things going?” Nora asked him, leaning past Cord to ask in a quieter voice.
Aaron grinned. “Really well.”
“That’s all you’re going to give us?” Cord asked.
“Yep.”
“You’re an asshole.”
