I stare at my outstretched hand because I will not put on my reading glasses when I am trying to seduce Kieran. For the past few turns, I have had the two, three, and four of hearts, and a full set of fives. I keep drawing and discarding over and over until I think enough time has passed where it won’t be obvious for me to discard my two.

My little firecracker over on the other side of the table is collecting twos. I figured it out almost from the beginning, but I’m trying to throw the game without making it obvious. I want him. Badly. Now. And I think he’s showed his determination this morning, that he isn’t making a snap decision. No, he’s sober and he’s fighting for it like my cock is a prize. And damn if that doesn’t make my ego fill almost as much as my dick.

Until he calls me Daddy, and I want to just screw the whole song and dance and drag him down for a spanking or a fucking.

I pick up the card he just laid down, and his face drops. I do it just to torment him a second longer, to watch that determined expression warring with the fear that he’s not going to win. The second I lay down my two, his eyes light up. Truly, I need to ensure this man never plays poker.

He lays all seven cards down with a flourish, then starts doing a dance that involves rolling his fists in tiny celebratory circles and shimmying his booty. A booty that is soon going to be mine.

“Next game.”

“What? I won! We get to have sex now.”

The outrage on his face almost has my resolve crumbling, but no. I’ve waited for this day. I’m not just going to jump his bones. I’m going to take my time. It’s why I told Jonathan to stay out all night long. I’m going to christen every room in this house with my sweet man, and I’m going to take all weekend doing it.

“We’ll get there,” I say, gathering up the cards and shuffling. “I’d like to propose a new game.”

“You’d better not be trying to walk back our deal,” Kieran says. His eyes narrow and his arms fold across his chest.

“Don’t worry. By the time you leave here, I’m going to make sure you can’t walk or think straight.”

He sits back but the wary look stays in place.

“Strip slapjack. Whoever loses the slap has to remove an item of clothing. And whoever loses the game gets a consolation blow job.”

I divide the deck into two, enjoying the show as he thinks about what I’ve just proposed.

“Okay.” His voice cracks, and he clears his throat. His butt is unable to sit still in a chair, and I’m loving the effect I’ve had on him. The game starts and he leans forward, kicking a leg underneath his ass so that he’s as close to the middle of the table as he can get without just flat-out standing.

The first jack appears and Kieran’s hand is already so close, he slaps it down first with a sharp thud.

I set down my pile and pull my t-shirt over my head by the back of the neck. His eyes linger around my neck, like he’s afraid to move them lower.

“Are you going to play, or just stare?”

We start up again, but this time, Kieran is slower on the draw, and he loses his shoes, socks, and pants in quick succession. Either he wants to lose, or he hasn’t figured out yet that he could deploy his best weapon, that pale, freckled chest, and I’d be so distracted that the house could fall down around us and I wouldn’t flinch.

It seems we’ve gone through all the jacks, and it takes ages for them to come around again. As soon as one does, my hand slams down on the table first with a force that has me concerned that my table will survive this game.

Kieran leans forward and peels down his briefs, his shirt hanging down just enough to cover everything from view. He sets his underwear next to our discard pile. I take it all back. The man is a genius.

I lose the next round. And my pants.

Last round. We’re each on our last article of clothing, playing to see who loses. I would say that there are no losers with this game, but I want Kieran’s cock in my mouth. I want to feel the weight of it on my tongue. I want to know what he tastes like.

The second a jack appears, my hand goes down and the boom of it echoes throughout the kitchen. I don’t wait for him to remove his shirt. I drop to the floor and crawl under the table.

“Oh, god.” I hear the pleading in Kieran’s voice when I reach his legs and spread them apart. My tongue runs a long stripe from his right knee to his groin, and he shouts in surprise, so I do it again on the other side.

“Ted,” he whines as his cock bobs all on its own, smacking into his stomach and down. His legs wind around the legs of the chair as his hips make silent pleas with each thrust.

I lick my lips to make them good and slick, then swallow him down. The table above my head rattles, but I don’t care. Kieran could make it come crashing down on my head and I still wouldn’t stop sucking.

The sweet smell of syrup left on my breath mixes with a fresh soapy scent from between his legs, until I dig my nose farther, taking him as far down my throat as I can manage. The base of his cock smells of pure sex, and it makes my own cock throb in time with his.

I relax my lips enough to let some saliva drip out and down his balls. I catch it with a finger and rub it around to his taint, then do it again and again, until not only is his dick wet and ready, but there’s enough collected to make his hole slick too.

The instant my finger drifts between his cheeks, Kieran cries out above me and lifts his lower half from the chair. Jets of cum hit the back of my throat, then my tongue, until tiny pulses barely issue more than a few drops as his orgasm slowly fades.

Kieran’s lower half goes slack in the chair, so I push it backward as I move forward and out from under the table. I pull him into my arms, wrapping his legs around my waist and worming my hands under his ass to lift him up. He nuzzles his face into the crook of my neck as I walk him back to my bedroom and lay him out on my bed.

I drop my briefs and crawl in next to him, placing gentle kisses on his lips until his sleepy eyes waken with a little more heat. When his mind finally grabs onto the situation, his eyes widen and he thrusts an arm between us.

“I should–”

My hand stops his from further exploration, but I leave it between us and twine my fingers with his.

“You don’t have to do anything,” I say as I continue to kiss his nose and his chin before returning to his mouth. “This isn’t a race. We have all afternoon. And night. And tomorrow morning. Was that your first time getting sucked off?”

His sharp intake of breath is immediate but he follows with a quick shake of his head.

“Who? Who else has been lucky enough to have that beautiful cock in their mouth?”

I move my lips to the column of his throat. No kissing or nibbling, or even licking. I just rub them along that beautiful pale expanse of skin, loving the feel of his skin on mine.

“Karen Kaczynski. Senior year.”

“Mmm. And was she any good?”

Kieran giggles, although it could be that my lips have found a ticklish spot just below his ear. “If you’re fishing, then I’ll just say that she wasn’t nearly as good as you.”

I return my lips to his, intending to give him a brief peck before saying thank you, but he opens his lips and I tell him thank you with my tongue instead.

Gentle strokes turn heated, so I finally summon the strength to pull away again.

“Am I the first man you’ve had naked in bed?”

Our outer hands are still linked, and although I can tell this question has him more nervous than the one before, I squeeze his fingers just a little tighter, to show him I’m not judging. In fact, when I get the quiet “Yes” that I was hoping for, I can’t keep the smile from spreading across my face.

“Well, then.” I disentangle our fingers and roll to my back. “Have at. Explore all you want. I won’t move a muscle unless you tell me to.”

I stick my hands behind my head and lay still, watching with interest as Kieran sits up to look at me.

“What about you?” he says with a cheeky smile. “Am I the first man you’ve had naked in bed?”

He reaches out a tentative hand that makes a line from my throat, down through the fur on my sternum, to my navel.

“Unfortunately, no. But then, I am just a little bit older than you.”

His face turns suddenly serious. “Good point. We aren’t sharing numbers.”

I want to move and take his hand, but I stay still. His finger dips into my belly button, then circles around it and the lighter dusting of hair that I have on my stomach.

“I can count it on two hands,” I say, noticing the surprise that registers on his face. “If it makes you feel any better. I was with the same man for over a decade.”

“I’m shelving that for a later discussion,” he says at the same time that he thumbs the hoop in my left nipple, and a huffed laugh leaves my chest. “Any women?”

An earnest laugh escapes this time. “No. Never even tried. You? Well, obviously.”

“Yes, and I can count them on one hand. Which means I win.”

Before I can argue, Kieran leans down and licks the nipple, tugging the hoop with his teeth and pulling a moan from my lips.

“Yes,” I groan when he moves and does the same thing to the other side. “You definitely win.”

My hair is too short to grab onto, so I thread my fingers behind my head to keep from reaching out. My arms shake with the need to pull him to me and end this teasing. Slow, deep breaths.

His focus returns to my stomach, where he leans down and buries his nose into my navel, then rubs his cheek along my stomach. It tickles and I try to stay still, but I can’t. The gleam in his eyes when he realizes is a thing of beauty. And terror, because he spends the next five minutes tickling every part of my stomach and sides with his gorgeous face. At least I keep my upper body in place, but he has my legs jumping up of their own accord. I can’t stay still while soft breaths puff along my ticklish sides.

“Kieran, please.”

“You said you wouldn’t move,” he says as he blows a stream of air from one hip to the other, forcing more whines from me. “I think someone needs to be punished.”

“I thought I was the daddy in our little scenario.” The growl that accompanies the words, I cannot be held responsible for.

Kieran reaches for my leg, and I let him raise it until my knee hits my chest. His hand trails down the back of my thigh to the crease of my ass. He palms my left cheek, rubbing circles that do nothing but stoke the heat inside me. He takes a second to prod at the piercings through my taint, rubbing them and rolling the balls along his finger. It sends sparks across my groin and I shudder from the overwhelming feelings.

“Too much?” he asks softly and I whimper.

His hand returns to my ass, soothing me with gentle squeezes.

“Yeah, but can you imagine how amazing you would look? This ass. I’m sorry, Ted, but oh my god. So, so good.”

“Oh yeah? Then do it. Tell me to turn over and spank me.”

He freezes at my unexpected words. He’s so still, I can hear him swallow. His hand on my ass stutters, but before he can overthink it, he pulls it back and releases it with a sharp smack against my skin. It stings, but the heat on the inside spreads like wildfire when I hear him whimper.

“Roll over, Ted,” he whispers.

I do as he asks and wait. His hand strokes my cheeks in broad, sweeping circles, and then smack. I’m not a slight guy. I’m pretty beefy everywhere, but my torso and my ass in particular, so when he spanks me, I can feel the vibrations throughout my whole ass. He smacks one cheek then the other, back and forth. When he takes a break, his sigh surrounds me like a caress.

I expect him to ask me to roll back over, or to soothe my cheeks with more gentle rubs, so the warm, wet lap at the juncture where my thigh meets buttock almost has me jolting from the bed in shock. Staccato breaths against my ass tell me my reaction did not go unnoticed.

His tongue continues its ministrations in tiny licks along my heated skin, inching closer and closer to his ultimate destination. Fuck, yes. Once he gets there, though, Kieran hesitates.

“Is it okay–”

“I told you, baby. Anything you want. I’m all yours. And if you’re planning on doing what I think, then hell yes, it is okay.”

It’s all the invitation he needs, as Kieran spreads my ass cheeks apart and spits, not kidding, full-blown, porn-sex, spits on my hole. It takes every ounce of willpower not to blow my load right then and there.

His tongue then enters the fray and pushes at my entrance, slicking my hole even more and loosening me up. We haven’t really talked about it, but if he wants me to be on the receiving end for his first time with a man, that’s fine with me. Or if he just wants to try his hand at rimming, I’m happy to be his test subject. I’ll take whatever this gorgeous man wants to give me.

He mixes it up a bit, broad swipes of his tongue along my crack, then pointed prodding of his tongue as deep into me as he can get it. I feel him everywhere, combined with my already heated cheeks, and I feel like I’m going to burn up. What started as me relaxing and letting my man have his fun has turned into me melting into a pool of babbling nonsense, burning up and ready to explode.

“Kieran, I need. I need.”

I never really get to explain what I need, but thankfully he understands. I think.

“Roll back over.”

As soon as my back hits the sheets, Kieran situates himself between my legs. He lifts one leg up, foot flat on the bed, and I watch with what have to be completely dark eyes at this point as he sucks on his finger and presses it against my entrance. With his other hand, he licks a stripe along his palm and grabs onto my cock at the base. The dual sensations wring a moan from my lips.

Kieran directs my cock to his mouth, and finally, finally, touches his tongue to my tip. He swirls it around the rim, then flicks my PA back and forth, although I’m so hard there isn’t much wiggle room left. He starts at the base of the hoop and follows it to my slit, digging his tongue in for more of a taste. He plays with my head like it’s a lollipop, while continuing to jack me with his fist, and I can’t even think anymore. My chest is heaving, and I’m pretty sure the moans haven’t stopped issuing from my mouth.

When he wraps his lips around my head and sucks, his finger wiggles into my pucker that’s still wet and sloppy from his earlier attentions, and I’m lost. I shoot into his mouth with his name on my lips. My entire body tenses with strength of my orgasm, then relaxes into a boneless pile of mush.

Kieran crawls to the pillows, his face next to mine. “Was that okay?”

Heh. The thought makes me chuckle, and I’m so out of it I don’t realize that this might be taken the wrong way until I feel him tense up beside me. I worm an arm underneath him and pull until he is sprawled out on top of me and I can snuggle him close.

“That was so much better than okay. That was, no exaggeration, the best ever. Interstellar.” Kieran chuckles at our private joke, and I feel him relax into my cuddles. “Do I need to help you out?”

“No,” he says into my chest. “I, um, got off rubbing against your bed. Sorry.”

“Fuck, that’s hot.”

Kieran snorts and cuddles even closer. The warm body and the intensity of the orgasm combine to quickly drag me under.