18. Dessert first
18
DESSERT FIRST
Micah
I checked my clock for the ninety-seven billionth time. Archer and I were going to dinner. I was worse than a kid waiting for Christmas morning to arrive. The clock had moved exactly one minute since I last checked.
I’d tried all my normal help time pass activities from cleaning, to watching videos of other people in my line of work, to reorganizing my pantry, and yet, time was all but standing still.
It wasn’t helping that I’d been hard as a rock most of the afternoon. Thinking about Archer just did that to me, especially after seeing him with his toy.
“Fuck it.” Somewhere along the line I thought it would be a good idea to not do anything about it—build up the sexual tension or whatever nonsensical shit was in my head.
I pulled my shirt off and worked the buttons on my jeans before getting into the shower. I needed to wash up anyway. Might as well get a little dirty too. Goodness knew I couldn’t stay like this all afternoon.
Stepping under the steamy water, I didn’t even pretend, I reached for some body wash, filled my hand and wrapped it around my cock, letting my back fall against the shower wall, my eyes closed as the hot water fell on me. I let the memory of Archer pulling that diamond dildo in and out of his ass flash through my mind, but of course it morphed into my fantasy of what I’d have done that night if instead of calling him and catching him in the act, I walked in on him.
“Take it out. Let me see that needy hole. ”
And he does, teasing me as he slowly removes it with a twist at the end.
“It’s empty now.” He sticks out his bottom lip. “I don’t like it empty. Fill it for me please.”
“Off the bed,” I command and he immediately complies, so eager and ready for me. “Now bend over, your body leaning on your arms on the bed.” Once again he jumps to obey. “Knees wide. Let me see that hole.”
I come up behind him, giving his ass a smack and loving the way he moans as I do, only encouraging me to give another and another until it’s pinkened so nicely I do the only thing I can—I bite it.
“So good. I like my mark on you.” It’s not the mark I want to leave, but I refuse to let that get in the way of my pleasure, instead lining my cock up with his entrance, grabbing his hips, and sliding into him in one hard, swift motion.
“Micah!” he cries out. “Fuck me. Fuck me so hard.” And I do until ? —
Until I came in the shower, my daydream shattered as I rushed back to reality.
Well, at least I wouldn’t show up to our date with a hard on. How wrong I was.
I barely showered for real and got dressed and ready for our date before my cock started to stir.
We met in the hallway. I planned to do it right, being old fashioned by going to his door, but he heard me and joined me with an awkward hug, which was weird given I’d been inside him and we both made each other come long distance a few times.
“I have the perfect place,” I promised. “You’re going to love it.”
We walked down the stairs and into the cool night air.
“Were you going to leave me hanging with the whole perfect place thing?”
“You know Floyd's?” I took his hand, leading him to my car.
He stopped dead in his tracks. “I’m a… I don’t eat?—”
“Don’t eat meat making the steakhouse a bad choice?”
“That.” It wasn’t a secret that he didn’t eat meat, but it was sweet that he didn’t jump down my throat because I would’ve wanted to.
“Next to Floyd’s there’s a new Indian place,” I explained and we picked up the pace. “I pay attention, you know.” I gave his hand a squeeze. “I wouldn’t bring you to a steakhouse.”
“I’d have found something to eat.”
I unlocked the car door and opened it for him. “I wouldn’t have wanted you to make do . But Indian food has all kinds of vegetarian options.”
“It does.” He climbed inside and I hated that he thought, even if only for a second, that I would pay so little attention to him. How many people had done that in his life—just ignored anything that was different and only paying attention to things that were important to them?
I climbed in, cracking the window, his scent too strong to ignore, sending arousal through me.
“I called to make a reservation, but they didn’t answer,” I explained as we backed out. “Hopefully there won’t be too long a wait. I heard their food is amazing.”
We drove the short distance and pulled into a very full parking lot. “If the wait’s too long, we can find someplace else. You might have to help me figure out where else to eat.”
After parking, I met him at his door and offered him my hand. He took it and leaned into my side as we walked to the entrance.
“Oh no. There’s a sign.” He pointed to a notice taped on the door. “That doesn’t look good.”
As we got closer, I could see he was right. “Private event,” I mumbled. “Guess we’re at the portion of the evening where you suggest a restaurant.”
“How about we grab sandwiches and go home,” Archer said, my expectations for the evening instantly deflating.
“Yeah. Okay.”
We walked back to the car, his fingers curled around mine. “Any preference on where we get sandwiches? I know a great steak and cheese place that has vegetarian options based on their advertisements.” That defeated the purpose of being a steak and cheese place, but if there was a market, why not.
“No preference,” he said, a smirk on his lips. “They don’t taste great when reheated and I always want a sandwich after I come.”
Did I just hear him correctly? No. I had to be projecting my daydream?
Archer’s hand grabbed my knee, then started to climb up my thigh.
Maybe I had heard him correctly. “You?—”
“I was thinking we could start with dessert?” His fingers slid higher which had my breath catching in my throat. “My jeans have been too tight since I met you in the hallway and being in this car, even with the window open… your aroma has turned me on.” He walked the fingers on his other hand up my arm. “Let’s grab sandwiches or even skip that part. Just take me home and fuck me like you mean it.” He stopped short of where I wanted his touch the most—my crotch—and rolled down the window, gulping in mouthfuls of fresh air.
“I have no food at home or I’d say skip the sandwiches, but I have a feeling we’re going to work up an appetite. The gas station has sandwiches,” I stammered as I backed out, using what concentration I had on not being hit by another car. “Or Subs, Subs, Subs.”
“Subs, Subs, Subs isn’t on the way home. I vote gas station.”
And that was how our fancy date to the hot new restaurant turned into grabbing premade sandwiches out of the gas station cooler.
“I owe you a real dinner,” I told him as we reached Sunshine Manor. “Like with utensils and napkins and food not from a plastic container.” I found my spot and pulled in. “But honestly, no part of me is sad that place had a wedding or whatever.” I was babbling. I didn’t even care.
“Me neither.” He had his door popped open before I even had my keys out of the car.
I grabbed the sandwiches and joined him. “Yours or mine?” he asked .
“I grabbed both.”
He pulled me to him and bit my lower lip. “I mean apartment. Yours or mine?”
I couldn’t think straight to decide why it mattered and then I remembered his toy. “Yours.”
We raced upstairs to his place, where he fumbled with the keys, eventually managing to get us inside. He grabbed the sandwiches and tossed them in the fridge.
“Okay alpha, now that we’re here, what are you going to do with me?” Archer closed the distance between us.
“I’m going to start with this.” I pulled him in for a long, hard kiss.
We nibbled, licked, sucked at each other, his body wiggling against mine, both of our erections rubbing together with the stupid denim between us. When our kiss broke, we were both out of breath.
I scooped him up. “I seem to remember something about you wanting me to fuck you like I mean it.” I nipped at his jaw as I walked to the bedroom. “I think I can arrange that.”
“I’m so slick.” He curled into me. “I think I changed my mind.”
I stopped dead in my tracks and started to let him down. I wasn’t an alphahole. If he changed his mind, we were done. And that was fine. Not what I wanted, but I got it.
“Why are you putting me down?”
“You said you changed your mind.”
“About you fucking me like you mean it.” He slapped my ass. “Now pick me back up. I want to fuck you like I mean it.”
I let out a needy groan, the thought of him riding—so good.
Once we reached the bed, I put him on the mattress and slowly undressed him and then myself.
“I’m hungry.” I guided his head to a pillow. “I think I need a little taste.” I started to kiss a path down his chest and he stopped me.
“If your lips get anywhere near my cock or my hole, I’m going to come long before I want this to be over. I haven’t been allowed to come, you see.” He wrapped his arms around me and rolled us over until I was on my back. “Let me have this.”
“Like I could turn you down.”
“I’ve been thinking of doing this since that night we spoke when you know...” He righted himself, now straddling me. “When you ordered me to not do something and I followed your instructions… it was so hot.”
“Even when I told you not to come?”
“Or maybe because of it.” He went up on his knees, grabbing my cock and lining it up with his entrance. “It was like you owned my pleasure. And now, here I am slick and needy.” He batted his lashes. “But you said you can’t turn me down. ”
“It really is impossible.” I wanted to push up, to encourage him to continue, but he was liking this sense of control.
Was he giving me a taste of my own medicine?
Maybe.
I loved it.
“Then lay back and let me enjoy my ride.” He slid down my cock, the tightness of his slick hole forcing my eyes closed to avoid coming far too soon.
He started off slowly, bouncing up and down on my dick in nice even movements. Slowly first and then he quickly picked up speed, his hands on his thighs helping him keep his balance as he did exactly as he promised and fucked me like he meant it.
“You feel so good inside me. Almost too good.” Bounce bounce bounce. “Touch me alpha. I need to come.” It was a plea and I hadn’t been exaggerating before. Denying him anything was damn near impossible.
I reached up and took him in my hand, jerking him as he rode me.
“I’m going to—” I didn’t get to finish my sentence when he called out my name, his cum filling my hand, his body now moving in a frenzy.
I couldn’t hold back, my balls emptying, my knot swelling inside him, connecting us together as we both crumbled into a pile of sweaty limbs.
I wrapped my arms around him and kissed his shoulder and he looked at me, his face so content. “Sandwich time.” He kissed my lips and then snuggled in close as I tried unsuccessfully to hold in my chuckle.