Page 34 of Missile Tow
“What you look likeisadorable,” I argued, wondering where the impulse to make him feel better came from.
We locked eyes. I remembered slamming my cock between his legs from behind while gripping his amazingly firm ass cheeks. His ass was stellar, and I knew a thing or two about great asses. I had a major fetish for a fine ass, and his was exceptional.
He blushed and brought a cup to me. I patted the edge of the bed. “Please,” I said.
Pooch immediately joined us. Van, a natural with animals, it seemed, allowed Pooch to nuzzle and lick his face.
“I hope you don’t mind my rustling around your kitchen this morning.”
“Rustling?” I teased. “One night in a cabin in the woods, and you’re alreadyrustling?”
“Hush,” he said, smacking my knee. “You know what I mean.”
“You’re welcome to whatever I have,” I reassured.
“Thank you. I could make breakfast if you’d like,” he offered. “I make a mean plate of scrambled eggs. And if you have cheddar cheese, they’ll be even better.”
Van was boyish in so many ways. A masculine yet sweet voice melted any defenses I was building around my heart. He looked extremely youthful as well. Fresh-faced, with plump, pouty lips, drove me mad with desire to nibble on them.
“Do you use sharp cheddar or mild cheddar?” I queried.
“Duh!” he exclaimed, rolling his eyes.Did I mention boyish?“The sharper the better, mister.”
“Well, well, well,” I quipped. “Marriage material already, are ya?”
We locked eyes again. He didn’t give me the impression that he was surprised by my comment. Yet, I wondered if he thought me cruel, considering he’d been dumped like me, or if my words pleased him. His expression was difficult to read.
“I thought I was once,” he stated, standing and reaching for my empty mug. “More coffee?”
I decided to change the suddenly sullen atmosphere by whipping the covers off, baring my naked body and erection. Mythrow-caution-to-the-windmove surprised me. He made me feel playful and joyful, so the outrageous act seemed fun. His eyes landed on my cock before moving to my eyes.
“See what you do to me?” I asked.
“Morning wood is common, mister,” he teased, unbothered by my nakedness, and waved me off. I continued lying there, fully exposed, while he scanned my body from head to toe before speaking again. “Of course, when a dick is that large…notso common,” he added.
“I like your attitude,” I said, standing from the bed and searching for my boxers while draining the mug of its contents. His eyes followed me, mostly locked onto my cock. “I’m impressed you seem unfazed by what we did last night. I mean, after just meeting one another.”
I pulled the boxers on and stood facing him. As if he read minds concerning my need for more coffee, he unselfishly handed me his and took my empty mug. I recognized a likable quality instantly. Van was a caretaker. I’m attracted to caretakers. I take pride in my abilities as a caretaker as well.
“I happened to enjoy what we did last night. Having just met you, or not,” Van said, turning and making his way to the kitchen. He stopped, paused a second, and then turned to face me from several feet away.“Honestly, not my usual routine,but… last night was hot,” he added.
With that stamp of approval, he headed to the kitchen counter. I hurried after and came up from behind him as he refilled the empty mug. “Hot,you say?” I asked, placing my hands on his hips. “You thought my dry humping you was hot?”
Van turned around to face me. “Very hot,” he said, reaching for my hands and holding them in his. “But then again, I haven’t had sex in a year, so…”
I thumped his abdomen playfully. “How dare you!”
We laughed as we made faux-hurt faces at each other. He was a naturally silly person. His nonplussed behavior in a total stranger’s home, after sex,andthe first time we’d met, was surprisingly refreshing. To me, it was interesting that neither of us acted weird about the act.
“I liked what we did,” he confirmed.
“Me too,” I confessed.
I wanted to tell him how much I wanted to have sex again, but I held back. He stepped past me and went to the fridge, removing the milk and adding it to the mug he’d just refilled.
“No sugar, right?” he asked, handing me the fresher mug of coffee and taking his mug back.
“How’d you know?”
