Page 41 of Stars Like Confetti

While Shea hunted, I retreated to the bathroom to get myself together. Dinner wasn't the only surprise I had in store for Shea, and I needed to make sure he at least had something on his stomach before the rest of the evening proceeded.

Turns out, it didn't take him long to figure me out. Through my bedroom window, I watched him approach the blanket. He stood in the middle and rotated in a slow circle, smiling to himself. I ducked out of view when he glanced my way and when he started toward the house again, I decided to play a game with him.

As I suspected, he checked the bedroom first, but I was already hidden behind the door.

"Theo?" he called. I clapped a hand over my mouth to stifle my laughter. He quickly determined that I was nowhere inside the house—so he thought—and left out of the back door again.

I slipped from my hiding spot and tiptoed into the kitchen. There Shea stood on the wraparound porch, bent at the waist and pushing his gorgeous ass right in my direction. He rested his arms on the railing, gazing up at the night sky. Stars appeared in tiny pinpricks, one by one with each second the sun dipped below the horizon. He turned his head, and the fading rays of sunlight glimmered off his lashes.

Fuck, my boy was gorgeous. The breath whooshed from my lungs, like I was seeing him for the first time again. In a way, I was. I'd become quite acquainted with Shea's body over the years, lips and tongue reaching places that others could only dream of touching but now? He glowed in a way he never had before, a mind-blowing confidence racing to the surface that seemed to have been weighed down by long hair and body parts that didn't belong.

My feet moved before my brain caught up. Shea didn't even flinch when I opened the back door, so I took advantage of my newfound stealth and wrapped my hands around his waist from behind. "Looking for me?"

Shea jolted, but moaned and leaned back into my touch. My hands rucked up his T-shirt and slipped beneath the fabric. He giggled and squirmed, arching back against me. "Sure was, Daddy," he sighed. I nuzzled into his neck. "Is that okay? Daddy?"

Shea gasped, one of my hands flattening between his shoulder blades and shoving him to the railing, the other hiking his hips into the air. I wedged my knee between his thighs, pressing up to give him the slightest bit of friction—just enough to keep him wanting more. "Baby boy," I husked, lips brushing against his throat where I knew he'd feel them vibrate. My hips rocked against his ass, letting him feel the second surprise I had for him that evening. "You can call me anything you want, as long as it’s my name you're screaming when you come on my cock."

Shea whipped his head over his shoulder, watching me through wide eyes that glittered like the ocean, even in the dim light. He studied me, taking in my words and processing them. He wiggled his perfect little ass against me, realization dawning on his face and his jaw falling open. Color flooded his cheeks, and his breath came in quick bursts of air. Shea's attention fell to my lap, then he dropped his head between his shoulders, heaving a heavy sigh. "Please, Daddy."

He turned over his shoulder, claiming my mouth. Arching his back, he pressed against the soft ridge in my pants, shuddering at the pressure. I hadn't worn a strap in quite some time, the unfamiliar harness making me think I wouldn't make it through dinner. When I added the dildo, it felt even more foreign, especially needing to press it downward and use nothing but the cotton of my underwear to keep it in place.

With the way Shea already fucked himself on the toy through his clothes, I still had little chance of making it much longer—only now it was because I was in danger of soaking my pants first.

Shea whimpered and I whirled him around, backing him up to the railing which groaned under our combined weight. Shea's movements were frantic and desperate—and I needed to slow him down. We didn't need to rush anymore.

Besides… I was entirely too close.

"Easy, boy," I panted, curling my hands around his hips to still them. They flexed beneath my palms, itching to gain more of that delicious friction. "Slow down."

I only received a whimper and moan in response, which brought another smile to my mouth. I loved how hungry my boy was. He was perhaps the only one that could keep up with my feral libido, which was damn near unstoppable now that he was back in my life. I ducked my head, licking a stripe up the side of his neck. "We've got all night, little one. The stars are hardly even out yet."

Shea whined and squeezed his thighs around mine. "But…"

"But nothing." My hips rocked forward, protesting the interruption themselves. "You need to eat first baby. You'll need the strength."

And he wasn't the only one. It was borderline painful to separate from him and guide him down the few stairs to the back yard. "Go," I told him, remaining in the same spot. I told myself it was so I could watch him walk away, but I needed to bring myself away from the edge. With a series of deep breaths, I was confident enough that I wouldn't blow in my pants to join Shea. He'd sifted through the selected food, and glanced up at me with a sinister grin on his face, withdrawing… a peach.

Uh-oh.

With every inch closed between his mouth and the ripe, juicy fruit, my footsteps slowed. I came to a stop at the edge of the blanket, fighting the urge to press my legs together. Slick arousal gathered between my thighs and seeped into my underwear. I did my best to keep up the facade, crossing my arms over my chest and crooking a brow at him. "Eat," I demanded.

His blue eyes sparkled with mischief. "Yes, Daddy."

I was fucked.

Shea's teeth sank into the velvety skin of the fruit, with barely an audible noise before he sucked, the obscene noise echoing in the night air. He bit off a mouthful, barely chewing before he swallowed and dove into the exposed flesh tongue first. I swallowed hard, steadily dripping into my underwear so much that it felt like I'd pissed myself.

Maybe I had. It was hard to notice anything while I watched Shea eat out a peach in front of me, fully knowing what those skills felt like.

A low breath rushed out of me, and Shea glanced up, eyes sparkling. He knew damn well what he was doing, and what it was going to get him. He fucking moaned, diving in for another taste. When he came away, juices dribbled down his chin, and the last thread of my self resolve snapped.

"Fuck," I muttered. I fell to my knees, snatching the fruit from Shea’s hand and throwing it into the abyss. I didn’t even care where it ended up. I hauled Shea into me, crashing my mouth into his. The sticky sweet juice from the fruit melted onto my tongue. Throwing my tongue into Shea's mouth, I guided him to lay on his back. I was so fucking wet that I couldn't stand it.

I knocked Shea's legs apart, spreading them wide and hooking them over my hips to get as close as humanly possible. Fucking clothes… they were useless. The only thing they accomplished in that moment was preventing me from pushing my cock into Shea's wet hole.

He separated from the messy kiss long enough to whip his shirt over his head and toss it aside. I wrenched his pants open impatiently, ripping the zipper in the process. Shuffling backward, I tugged his pants and underwear off his hips and over his legs in one swift pull. He fell onto his elbows, chest heaving with each hard-earned breath. Kneeling in front of him, my gaze raked over his delicious body.

My eyes flitted across his pink nipples, the soft smattering of hair over his belly, and the denser curls trailing down from his belly button. My attention came to rest between his thighs, where his arousal slicked up his skin and glistened in the dim light. I licked my lips.