8. Chad

I planned on wearing jeans again, but after Ricky's suggestion to come in my pajamas, I decided to switch it up. I put on a pair of slim joggers and a tight-fitting performance shirt then headed out the door.

I didn't usually walk around like that, because when I wore that outfit at the gym, I always got a lot of attention. From just about everyone. So, I knew Ricky would likely appreciate how I looked.

There was a group of food trucks that showed up downtown every Friday night, so I swung by there and went to my favorite mac-and-cheese truck. They had a five-flavor flight that was absolutely amazing, and I had a feeling Ricky would like it too.

I also got buttered breadsticks, but without the garlic. If things got a little bit heated tonight, I didn't wanna have garlic breath.

And I wanted things to get heated.

I'd been careful not to be too flirty in my texts to Ricky, but on several occasions, I had to stop myself from asking him to send me a photo. I didn't want him to think I forgot what he looked like—I could never forget—but almost worse than that, I didn't want him to think about what I would be doing while I stared at his picture.

It seemed crazy to me, but I'd forgotten what it was like to have a heightened libido.

For so long, sex had just been a quick release or an afterthought when I was hanging out with someone I enjoyed being around. Like a goodbye kiss on a decent but not amazing date. Just a night cap that I could take or leave…but felt like a nice gesture.

Not at all how I imagined being with Ricky would be. Since meeting him, sex was all I could think about. I wanted to touch him… And I wanted him to touch me. Not just on my chest but everywhere.

Fuck, I was starting to get hard again. And if I wasn't careful, I'd start leaking too.

I put off my second session with the babies as late as possible so I could get through at least a few hours without pumping, but whatever was happening to my body was making me hyperproduce.

It was annoying as fuck…and constant.

I sure hoped Ricky was thirsty because he was gonna get a flood.

When I arrived at his place, I parked in front at the curb. By the time I started walking up to his porch, Ricky had the door open and was standing there in his new pajamas. They had teddy bears all over and were adorable. But what was even more interesting to me was the zipper. It started at his neck and went all the way down his front before it disappeared under his crotch.

I wondered how far up it went in the back. Nope. Not the time to think about that.

I held up the bag of mac cheese in one hand and a small box of eclairs in the other that I picked up at a pastry truck. "I hope you're hungry."

Ricky bit his lip and nodded. "Starving." He stepped back as soon as I approached his doorway and ushered me in with a wave of his arm. "Come in and make yourself comfortable."

"Thank you." I slipped out of my sneakers then went straight to his kitchen and placed everything on the table before turning to him with spread arms. "Do I get a hug?"

He didn't say anything as he rushed to me, wrapping his arms around my middle and pressing his nose into the crook of my neck. "You smell so…warm."

I laughed at that. "Is that a nice way of saying I'm sweaty?"

"No. Not that kind of warm." He inhaled again, his nose brushing against my skin. "More comfy than warm, I guess. Like, fresh out of the shower warm." He looked up at me and grinned. "Is that better?"

"Yeah, it actually is." I leaned forward and kissed his cheek. "You look adorable, by the way. I love the new jams."

He stepped back and spread his arms out to show off the full effect. "Thank you."

I reached for the pull of the zipper that was hanging right under his neck and gave it a little tap. "And this is an interesting zipper."

His face went red as he sucked in a deep breath. "It goes all the way around."

"Oh yeah? Can I see?"

He swallowed hard as he nodded and then slowly turned in a circle.

Shit, it went right up his ass. Definitely made for easy access. "I love it. I've never seen one like that before."

"I got it today." His back was to me as he headed to the kitchen. "At Lashes and Lace."

Interesting. I walked past their store when I was there, but I assumed it was more of a convenience store for condoms and Gatorade. I didn't realize they sold clothes. "Well, you look very cute and comfy."

Ricky grabbed some plates from his cabinet and placed them on the table before looking at me. "I am." He smiled shyly then opened a drawer and pulled out utensils. "Will we need knives?"

"Probably not. I brought five flavors of mac and cheese and bread. But the bread is already baked in a lot of butter, so I don't know if you'll need to add extra."

He put the two knives he was holding back in the drawer and closed it with his hip. "No knives. I don't want extra." He cleared his throat as he turned toward the refrigerator. "I need to make sure I save room."

I definitely wanted him to save room too. "That's a smart decision."

"So…what would you like to drink? I have filtered water, lemonade, beer that might be flat from Christmas time, and…lemon lime soda."

"Lemonade sounds good." I began unbagging the containers and set them up in the center of his table.

He pulled out a pitcher of lemonade and poured two glasses. One was a full pint glass that he placed on one side of the table, closer to me, and the other was a small juice cup that was about half full.

"Not very thirsty?" I grinned, anticipating his response.

This boy didn't disappoint. He shrugged one shoulder and glanced up at me with a smirk. "Saving room."

Good boy.

As soon as I opened the first container, Ricky moaned and dropped down into a chair, just watching me in awe. "That smells so good…and looks even more delicious."

"I haven't tried all these, but every one that I have tried in the past is delicious." I gave him a spoonful from each container and a piece of bread before serving myself the same and sitting down. "So, how was your day?"

He sighed as he picked up his fork. "Busy. Long. Frustrating. Full of anticipation." Ricky scooped a bite of lobster mac cheese into his mouth, and his eyes rolled back as he moaned. "But it was all worth it for this moment."