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“I can still say the alphabet backwards and walk a mostly straight line. I’m fine, Dad.”
“Don’t call me dad.” Winston grimaced as a knot of discomfort took up residence in his stomach at that word.
Lucky slid in behind him and passed Winston his drink so he could wrap his arms around him. “I could call you Daddy,” he purred in Winston’s ear. He’d always been handsy whenever he drank.
“I could call you Daddy while I pin you to the mattress and fuck the hell out of you. It’s been so long, Win. God, I need you.Please. Please, Win.” Lucky continued to beg, his quiet pleas chipped away at Winston’s resolve to say no.
Lucky kissed Winston below the ear, a dirty, dirty trick. He knew all of Winston’s weak points. He knew how to make Winston turn into a puddle of mush. Lucky kissed him again. At the same time, his hands tightened on Winston’s hips and he pulled him back, pressing his ass against Lucky’s hard cock.
“See what you do to me, Win? God, please, tell me I can have you.”
Lucky’s mouth on Winston’s skin was soft, and warm, and enticing. As was the way his fingers dug into the flesh on Winston’s hips. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d let loose and let Lucky have him.
He took a sip of Lucky’s drink, then threw back the rest. It burned going down because Lucky liked his rum and Coke to be more rum than Coke, but Winston managed to suppress the shudder that threatened to tear through him.
“Shit, that was strong.” Winston disposed of the cup by tossing it onto the coffee table to join the graveyard of other abandoned cups.
“What do you say?” Lucky asked again. He knew the more he asked, the more Winston wouldn’t be able to refuse him. And tonight, Winston didn’t want to refuse. He wanted to be touched and fucked and handled. He wanted to forget everything but the press of Lucky’s mouth against his, and the way it felt when Lucky slid inside him.
“Upstairs.” He felt Lucky smile when he answered. “Now.”
“Your room or mine?” Lucky asked.
“Mine.” Not only was his own room farther from the party, but Winston was fully aware of the way Lucky’s room looked. He had no desire to be shoved down onto the bed only to discover there was a shoe in it. It had happened before.
Lucky laced their fingers together and led them up the stairs to Winston’s bedroom. The music was almost as loud on the top floor, but Winston didn’t mind. The party could continue on without them.
Lucky wasted no time in taking his shirt off. He struggled out of the mesh thing he pretended was an article of clothing and tossed it aside. Winston reached for him, enticed by the bare skin and the familiarity of Lucky’s form. Then movement distracted Winston and he turned to see Calvin pick up the shirt Lucky had discarded.
“Shit.” Winston exhaled. He’d forgotten about Calvin. “Uh…”
Lucky closed the distance between them and gathered Winston close. He ghosted a kiss against Winston’s lips. “Let him watch. It’ll be hot.”
“Yeah?” Winston let himself melt in Lucky’s embrace. The rum and Coke he’d chugged downstairs had started to enter his bloodstream. It wouldn’t make him drunk, but it loosened him up.
“Okay,” he said. “He can watch.”
CHAPTER TEN_
NOT LIKE THAT
Downloading Human Thought Process Manual.
Updating…
Updating…
Updates complete.
Humans were endlesslyfascinating to Calvin. In his short time “alive,” he’d learned so much, but today his knowledge had increased by approximately two hundred forty-nine percent. Lucky was an excellent teacher of human behavior. He’d taught Calvin so much in the span of a few hours. And now he was going to learn about sexual intercourse. Sex. Fornication. Bumping uglies. Doing the horizontal mambo.
“Not like that.” Calvin heard Lucky say and he snapped his gaze up to meet Lucky’s. People preferred it when you looked them in the eyes when they talked to you. It made them feel heard.
Lucky let go of Winston and crossed the room. He pulled a chair out from the desk, spun it around, and set it so it was facing the bed. “Have a set, Calvin.”
He crossed the room and sat in the chair. Lucky ruffled his hand through Calvin’s hair. Calvin searched his database.Apparently the gesture was one of affection. He smiled at Lucky so he would feel as though his affection was returned.
“He’s different,” Winston said.
