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“Oh.” He slipped his hands back into his pockets. “That’s cool.” Something shifted in the air, and he went from sweet and interested to indifferent. At least, that was what he was trying to make me believe.
“Is it cool, Max?” The tone of my voice dropped several octaves, and he did that closed-eye-body-shudder thing again. The fucking hot closed-eye-body-shudder thing.
“I think so,” he whispered. “Um..are you mad at me?”
“What?” Shit, I was already fucking things up with this boy. “No, of course not, sunshine. I just want you to speak your mind. It sounds like you’ve got something else you want to say.”
“No, nothing. I’m just wondering, like, do you go to Primal a lot?” He averted his eyes and then shuffled his foot. “It was my first time there.”
Okay, that was good information. And why did I like that he was digging for information from me too? “I don’t go there unless the owners ask me to help out. They’re friends of mine. But I’ve certainly had my eyes open for a boy for a while now.”
“So you are a Daddy.” He said it like he was confirming his own assumption. Which was good because that meant he’d been thinking of me. “That’s cool.” He smirked. “For real this time.”
I smiled and focused my gaze on his eyes. “So, back to my original question… Can I buy you dinner tonight?”
He glanced at the clock on the wall again and then looked around. “Well, I have to clean up here and then go shower and stuff. It’ll be a while before I can be ready.”
“I’m free if you are. Does seven work for you?” It was only five fifteen, so that should give him plenty of time.
He grinned and sucked in a quick breath. “Yeah, that works.”
5
MAX
Wasn’t I just telling myself how much I liked cleaning up my station at the end of the day? That seemed like a million years ago as I rushed through the process of getting all my shit put away so I could get home and showered.
I managed to get in the door to my apartment before six and did the quickest housecleaning of my life. My place wasn’t usually a mess, but I did have a few piles of laundry that I was planning to fold and put away over the weekend. And the dishwasher needed to be unloaded and reloaded before I could jump in the shower and wash off the grime of the day.
When I finally peeled out of my dirty clothes and got the water warming up, I glanced in the mirror and saw a fucking black line of grease across my cheek. That's what I looked like when I was talking to James? Why on earth did he want to take me out? Maybe he felt sorry for me.
He should. I certainly felt sorry for myself.
The shower heated up quickly because it had just been running for the dishwasher, so I slipped on my scrub gloves and coated them with the charcoal body wash that worked best at cleaning the grease off my body. I did a cursory scrub from my thighs down to my feet and then stood up and got to work on my arms. Those were usually the parts that got the most dirt and grease on them. And my face, apparently. Lastly, I slipped off the gloves and ran a soapy hand down my ass crack and then over my balls.
Every time I thought about being alone with James in his truck, I started to get hard. At first, I thought that was a bad thing. Something I shouldn’t want to deal with in the shower because I was in a rush. But after a moment of talking myself into it, I decided it was better for me to get those endorphins flowing now so I didn’t embarrass myself in front of James.
With permission from my brain to take a few more minutes in the shower, I lathered up more soap in my hand and stroked my cock. I pictured James in the shower with me.
He would command me to my knees, so I was kneeling before him. Then after a deep whiff of his delicious musky scent, I’d suck his thick cock down my throat. He seemed like a firm but attentive lover, making sure I enjoyed it as much as he did.
I stroked my cock a little faster as I imagined how it would taste when my tongue slid along every ridge and vein of his shaft.
I could almost feel his fingers scratching my head before curling around my hair and locking me in place as he fucked harder, working my mouth hole like any other as his wide head filled my throat, blocking any air from passing by.
With my free hand, I cupped my balls, gently squeezing and rolling them as I stroked even faster, using the soap and my own pre-come to push me past the point of just fantasizing about James to the point that I was coming with him, shooting my load onto the shower wall as I imagined him shooting down my throat.
Fuck, that was nice.
It didn’t even take very long. I gave my crotch one more quick pass of soap before rinsing off the rest of my body. James knew I was a mechanic, so finding a little smudge of grease somewhere would probably not be shocking to him. Especially since he’d already seen me at my worst earlier in the day.
Before I turned off the water, I glanced at my nails. Dammit. I grabbed my nail brush and scrubbed the lathered-up bristles over my nail bed and cuticles until they were mostly clean. Sadly, I was never 100% clean if I had been anywhere near a car within a week, which was basically my whole life.
Oh well, maybe having a Daddy to help me would make bath time even more effective.
As I slipped on a pair of tight jeans that made my ass look better than it actually was, I wondered what James was expecting. Was he expecting me to be more…Little? More like Brayden? I’d been dying to text Brayden all day to find out if he knew anything about James, but since he took another day off to rest up after a painful root canal, I didn’t want to bother him.
I also wasn’t sure how to ask him what to wear without being insulting. He’d tell me to put on a onesie and maybe even a diaper…but that wasn’t my style. Unfortunately, I didn’t actually have a style. I had no idea where I fit in when it came to kink, but I had high hopes that James would be willing to help me figure it out.
