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“Billy, he’s young. Fuck, so much younger than I would ever consider dating, or even playing with at the club.”
“He is old enough to play at the clubs, right?”
“Come on, man. Be serious. Of course he is, but I certainly didn’t get to ask him that. I did learn that he was recently dumped. Information he was none too pleased that his mother shared with a total stranger.”
“Poor boy. Was he heartbroken? Did you give him a hug?”
“Why are you being such a jackass to me tonight?” Billy always teased me about the need to make it all better where the men in my life were involved. He teased, and the men ran. In the last few years, I stopped trying for a long-term relationship and focused on work, with the occasional evening of play.
“Sorry, go on.”
“I had to take a call and when I stepped back in the room, you could cut the tension with a knife. This young man who was surly, yet pleasant, had gotten downright angry. He literally stormed out of the room. Turns out Ms. Annabelle Dixon has a real Cassandra streak running through her.”
We’d both relaxed back into our smoke and drink, and I could tell that Billy was getting into the story as I compared Hayes’s mother to my sister. He knew firsthand how provoking she could be and loving her wasn’t always enough to make me not want to throttle her.
“You went after him, didn’t you? Don’t give me that face. I know you, remember? You couldn’t stop yourself from interfering. What did she do to him?”
“Basically, she took over his summer for the next five weeks. She bullied him into working on the gala and working with me.”
“Is he the reason I got fired? He better be damn fine.”
It was easy to love Billy. His emotions were on a sliding scale, and he never invested too much energy into being angry. He’d say it was a wasted emotion, that if he was that enraged, he would put his energy into revenge.
“Yeah, the photographer indulging his artistic vision and missing the mark on most of the photos, Hayes getting dumped and somehow dragged to a Gullah Society gala meeting, and his mother demanding he fill in as the graphic designer to give us more time to get the pictures right were all set in motion to rob you of the volunteer gig you really didn’t have time for in the first place. I’m a true bastard.”
“As long as you’re aware.” Billy drained his glass and sat with a smug look on his face.
“Yeah, and he is fine. Just under six feet with a bubble butt I would enjoy spending time getting up close and personal with over several hours.”
“You always were an ass man. You notice anything else?”
“Hazel eyes, track build, lean and strong, a commercial worthy smile, if you can get him to smile, dreads that are well kept and not a hippie overgrown mop like so many in his generation, and he has the long lean fingers of a pianist. I might be an ass man, but I love a man’s hands. The first thing I wanted to do was get him to smile for me, but I never did get to the second thing. Getting his hand in mine. Something tells me has a strong grip too.”
The laugh Billy let out turned multiple heads our way. “And on that note. I’m buzzed, I’m full, I’m exhausted, and now I’m horny.” Billy picked up his phone and started tapping away. “My Lyft will be here in ten minutes. You want us to make a stop at your place?”
“No. I’m good. I’ll catch a car in a while,” I said.
I sat for about another thirty minutes considering lunch with Hayes tomorrow afternoon. Thoughts of the younger man put a smile on my face. I called for my rideshare and headed out. There was quite a bit to move around on my schedule to make that lunch date tomorrow work and hopefully go as long as needed, or desired, uninterrupted.
Chapter 7
Hayes
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His big body loomed over me. Splayed out on the huge four-poster bed, I panted in anticipation.
“Look at my sweet boy. Panting, sweating, you’re vibrating with your need for my cock.”
“Always need you, Daddy!”
I was listening to his voice, but my eyes stayed on his hand as it stroked up and down his thick erection. If only there were a way to have it in my mouth and my ass at the same time. Sterling kissed his way up my body, paying close attention to every bit of flesh except the bit that was straining and stretching to get his attention. With every nibble I knew my skin would be marked for days, exactly the way I liked it.
“Please, Daddy, let me suck you off. I just need a little taste, please.” I could hear myself whimpering and begging, yet I felt no shame about it. I would beg, grovel, and plead for the pleasure Daddy gave me.
“You know your begging is music to Daddy’s ears.” He treated me to his million-dollar smile. His eyes were blown with lust and mischief. His look was ravenous. He was salivating like the fat kid in Willy Wonka. I continued to moan, making nonsensical noises. My need for him in me, on me, and completely taking over me, had me arching up toward his mouth.
He swallowed anything else from coming out of my mouth with a kiss that took my breath and my brains away. His tongue worked me over and we were both gasping when he pulled back from me.
