Chapter 21Horniness multiplier #2
“Dude, I’m telling you right now, Laney will never find out that she has automotive school and a new program waiting for her then because we aren't telling her.” He levels his eyes with mine.
“You did this. You tell her the good news.” His grin is wide and contagious.
“And she can stay at the desk as little or as much as she wants. We’ll get a temp up there when she's not there.” He smacks Atti in the chest. “Goldie can find us someone, right?”
He nods. “Yup.”
Beau beams. “Perfect. Tell her. Make her dreams come true.”
“Yeah,” she replies, biting into her bottom lip as she ruffles her fingers through my hair, my hands draped over her thighs. I love when she sits in my lap and plays with my hair. I swear it feels just as good as cumming.
Or, pretty close.
“You didn’t have to ask, though. I’ve been going to your apartment almost every night.”
“I just wanted to make sure since I didn’t see you for the last two hours. I’m all thrown off,” I admit, though the truth is, I want to make sure she’s coming tonight because I’m planning something special.
In fact, Goldie and Beck are coming over to help me create a fancy and romantic ambiance which I didn't know I needed until Beau made me tell Beck (while she was on speaker) my big plan to surprise Delane.
I rented Gone with the Wind because it’s one of her favorites. And I thought we’d make pizzas together. Everyone loves handmade pizza.
I learned very quickly that while my planned date was great for Valentine’s Day, the news I was going to deliver needed a bigger production.
“Well, yes, I’ll be there. Art and mom are taking Mara to a friend’s birthday party tonight, so…” she walks her fingers up my chest, over my chin, and spreads my mouth apart to take a wet, hot kiss off me. “Dinner together tonight, too?”
I moan into her mouth as she kisses me again, hoping she knows the answer. When I’m met with her tongue sweeping mine, I know she does.
“Alright, we should probably quit so I can walk back in there at some point in the next hour.” She slides off my lap, admiring the erection she left behind.
“I could blow you real quick,” she bats her eyes, and my already hard cock weeps a little at the mention of one of my favorite things. She bites her bottom lip, and even though we’re in the privacy of my truck, she whispers, “how’s the plug feel?”
Groaning, I shift in my seat, the fullness of the toy Delane got for me rubbing gently against my prostate as I move. “I need to cum,” I admit, feeling pretty filthy saying those words so easily. But as she wiggles her brow, I know she doesn’t find it filthy but rather… exciting.
“I can’t wait to ride you while you’re plugged.
” She leans over my lap to press a small kiss on my cheek.
“Okay, now, no more cock talk if you’re gonna walk.
” She opens her purse and retrieves a tube of ChapStick.
I look out the window as she applies it because, at this point, with how hard I am, watching her put on ChapStick does the same to my brain as watching her suck me off, seriously.
“Meet me at my place tonight, then, after you shower and get your stuff?”
She nods. “Sure.”
With Goldie and Beck heading to my apartment an hour before I’m off work, that should leave me enough time to finish setting up and shower.
After running through the plan for the millionth time in my mind, I tell myself that it’s fine and everything will go as planned and that asking on her behalf for Beau to pay for her schooling and the new program will be something she’s happy about, not upset.
I hope.
I’m fortunate that the hydraulic lift stopped working today because the rest of the afternoon went by pretty quickly as we scrambled to adjust the remaining appointments on the books.
Now, as I’m driving back to my place, I’m less worried that Delane won’t like the surprise and more concerned with having a fucking orgasm.
When Delane told me she wanted me to wear a plug all day, I of course said yes, and I would say yes again any day of the week.
I didn’t realize how horny it would make me, and the last thing I needed more of was horniness.
After not having sex for twenty-six years, then getting to do all the things with the woman of your dreams, yeah, horniness multiplier.
I take a breath as I climb the stairs to my place, trying to put on a “hi, thanks for the help” expression as opposed to the “this plug is rubbing my prostate and my briefs are full of precum” look I’m currently wearing instead.
When I reach the stoop, the door swings open, and Atticus stomps out. “I didn’t wanna come. They made me carry stuff.” He lifts the kid on his hip.
“Hey, Jett,” I smile at Beau and Beck’s son, wiggling my fingers in the air.
“Hi, Miller,” he says.
“How’d you get here before me?” I ask as we make our way back into my apartment, Atticus and Jett too. “I thought we left at the same time.”
He shakes his head. “I left ten minutes before you to come grab the boys for Beck and Goldie. So they could do whatever girly shit they’re doing in there.”
“We’re done, we’re done,” Goldie beams, her dark shiny hair up in a sleek ponytail. She’s wearing a blazer and slacks, gold hoops swaying from her ears. “Good luck, Miller,” she smiles, placing a kiss on my cheek.
Beck comes out of the kitchen with two empty grocery bags. “What you had planned was fine,” she says to me with a soft smile. “But we stocked the fridge with chocolate-covered strawberries and champagne. This is big news! We want her to feel like it’s a big deal, too, that’s all.”
I nod. “Okay, I get that.” I scrunch my nose as I think about what she’s said. Chocolate-covered strawberries and champagne. “What if she thinks I’m proposing and is disappointed by this instead?”
Beck places both her hands on my shoulders and holds my eyes with hers. “She won’t think that. It’s only been a few months. She won’t think this is a proposal, okay? And this is what she wants. This is better than a proposal right now because this carves her path forward.”
I look at Atti in the doorway, where he’s now holding a boy on each hip, both of them with golden blonde hair, just like Beck. “I told you you were in love.”
Goldie pats his head and guides him back out my front door. “Everyone is very impressed with the fact that you knew all along, babe. Now take the boys to the Tesla and buckle them in.”
“Fine,” he gruffs, stomping into the snow and out of sight.
“Thanks for thinking of the extra things to make it special tonight,” I tell Goldie and Beck, who look like they just put a corsage on their son before prom, seriously.
“No problem,” Beck smiles as she gets her coat on and steps outside.
“Anytime. And when there is an engagement, we’re here,” Goldie beams, following Beck. A few minutes later and they’re gone, I’ve fed Salsa, and the gas fireplace is going as I wait for Delane.
When she finally arrives, we kiss, and I grip the counter as we do because a warm, sweet kiss from her with this plug grinding my prostate paired with the night I have planned?
“I need a shower before we eat, okay?” I tug at the Kings blues I’m wearing beneath my flannel and coat. “Stinky.”
She smiles, reaching between my legs to cup my balls. Groaning and leaking, I step away from her grip. “Have your way with me after my shower,” I tell her, prepared to take the world’s fastest shower so I can get Delane naked and on my cock sooner rather than later.
Cuddled up on the couch with Salsa, Gone with the Wind starting up on my TV, Delane relaxes while I take my shower. It’s hard–both my cock and avoiding it–but I manage because my orgasms belong to her, and I only want to cum for her.
Washing all the places as quickly as possible, I squirt shampoo in my hair, exfoliate (important for men, not just women), and hop out.
After toweling off and finding a pair of low-hanging gray sweats (Delane has made me aware that my cock looks good in sweats, and she prefers I wear no underwear, too) and head out, so fucking ready to cum and then share the good news.
Coming down the hall, I notice the blanket is a wadded mess on the couch, and both Salsa and Delane are gone. The TV plays quietly, and the fire still casts a glow on the shag rug. But the room is empty. When I reach the end of the hall, that’s when I see her.
Standing over my table, Salsa winding between her ankles, a white piece of paper with three fold marks spread between her hands.
“What are you doing?” I ask, and when she spins to face me, the paper dislodges from her hands. I make my way to her and pick it up off the ground, finding the words “ Dear Dad ” scrawled across the top in my writing.
“You’re going through my letters?”