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Would this ceremony ever end? I thought as the cheers went up. I just wanted to be alone with my boyfriend to celebrate in private.
Granted, watching Ciaran receive his college diploma on a sunny June day was an amazing experience. So amazing, in fact, that I got emotional and forgot to switch on the butt plug’s vibration mode, which I’d been doing on and off for the last two hours.
It wasn’t until they were calling up students with last names that started with F that I started paying attention. Beside me, Dante visibly tensed up when the announcer called out “Greysen Falkenberg.”
“Think he’s a descendant of the famous painter Brynjulf Falkenberg?” I asked my brother as the tall, slender, Nordic-looking man accepted his diploma.
“Possibly,” Dante muttered darkly, which I thought strange. Then, when Ciaran walked across the stage, Dante nudged me hard in the ribs with his elbow. “Are you crying?” Dante asked.
“Fuck you,” I whispered. “I have bad allergies.”
Dante snorted. “You got it bad, man.”
“Ciaran and I have been together for five years. Forgive me for being happy when the love of my life completes a major achievement.”
That stunned Dante into stoney silence. Good. I wanted to pay attention to my boyfriend, not my gruff older brother who refused to divulge why he’d suddenly up and left his job in Singapore.
Ciaran was, simply, hot as fuck. His curly blond hair was a bit on the long side. Over the last five years, he’d matured and filled out. He was sexy at eighteen. At twenty-three, he could make my heart stop. Those blue eyes. That scruffy jaw. His warm, loving smile. Those fifty-two cute-as-hell freckles. His clever, imaginative mind. With Professor Alsobrook’s mentorship, Ciaran finished writing his novel and had landed an agent. After a few rewrites, his novel was out on submission.
Ciaran was the best thing to happen to me, which meant Dante wasn’t wrong.
I had it bad. Really bad.
But I also knew a secret. A secret that kept me on edge all day to the point I had to strategically place the ceremony’s program in my lap to cover my erection.
As Ciaran crossed that stage, he was nude from the waist down, and wearing the butt plug I’d bought him as a graduation gift. My brain went haywire just thinking about it, about the agony I was subjecting him to each time I pressed the vibrate button.
How was I supposed to pay attention here?
The commencement speaker was none other than Ciaran’s mom, Theresa Galbraith Vaulteneau, who, over the years, had become a major philanthropic leader for the country. She and Ciaran had happily given away hundreds of millions of dollars of the Vaulteneau fortune.
And today was no different.
The entire graduating class was graduating debt-free, thanks to Theresa’s donation. The crowd erupted in chaos once it was announced in her speech.
But now, with the ceremony done and with Ciaran in the passenger seat of my Ferrari, he offered me a delicious smile as I placed a hand on his thigh.
“Oh,” Ciaran said, his eyes twinkling. “Did you have something on your mind?”
He was sitting at a slight angle, so I knew he was feeling pressure from the butt plug. The tent poking up from his robes had me leaking pre-cum in anticipation.
“Lemme see,” I said. “Lift your robe, baby.”
We were already close to the estate. Ciaran did as I asked.
His cock was at full mast, stiff and red, a bead of pre-cum at the tip. He lifted his leg. I could see the black jeweled handle, which was a sharp contrast with the flush skin at the base of his cock and the nest of dark blond curls covering his pubic mound and balls.
“You’re gorgeous,” I hissed out just as I pressed the vibrate button on the control. It was a silent vibration, so I couldn’t hear it, but Ciaran’s reaction was instant. He grunted as his eyes rolled into the back of his head.
“You’ve been having fun with that,” he said once I stopped the vibration.
He dipped a finger in his pre-cum and fed it to me.
I sucked his finger hard. “Fuck, you taste good. I can’t wait to get you home. I have big plans for you.”
If I could lean over and suck him and still drive at the same time, I would have. I would have wished for that to be my superpower.
Ciaran put his robe down, covering his cock from view, the bastard.
