2

He's hard as a rock and leaking so much pre-cum it drips off him. There might be some benefits to being with a younger man.

I lean against the wall and take him in. Totally naked, framed by racks of brightly colored costumes on either side of him, he looks like a perfect little mannequin. I have the sudden urge to dress him up, which is quickly replaced by the urge to wrap myself around him and make him wear me like a dress.

Still a few feet away, he sinks to his knees and crawls forward until his lips reach my feet. He kisses the top of my right foot, the ankle, then his lips light a path up my leg and body until he's standing, kissing my neck and fisting my hair.

I feel my control slipping away from me, and I desperately need to keep hold of it.

"Hands on the rack," I rasp.

He smirks. "You want to tell me what to do? Is that how you like to play?"

"Oh, fuck, yes."

He tickles my ear with his breath. "Call me a good boy, and I'll do whatever you want."

"Be a good boy, and I'll call you one."

He grins at my smart ass remark and turns to do as I say. His hands fist the bar that's chin level for him and he steps back to wiggle his ass, intuitively knowing exactly what I want.

I come behind him and run my hands over his tight ass, up his back, across his muscular shoulders, down his sides, up his abs to his pecs until both hands wrap his pretty neck and I lean against him from behind, my whole body pressed into his ass and back.

"Are you gonna do exactly what I say and only what I say?"

"Yes," he gasps. "Anything."

He swallows under my grip, and I whisper in his ear. "Good boy."

"Touch me," he begs.

I lean away and slap his ass. He groans, giving a cute little wiggle but staying right where I want him.

"That's not what I meant when I asked you to touch me."

"Oh, I know exactly what you meant." I trail one finger down his spine and step to the side of him, so I can see his face. "You wanted me to wrap my hands around that enormous cock of yours and make you feel good, didn't you?"

"Yes, please, yes."

From my position beside him, I can see the way his tip is leaking his arousal. He really is big.

I paint a line up the side of his cock with one finger and swipe his pre-cum, bringing it to my lips. He tastes good. Salty and tart and masculine.

He groans. "Fuck that's hot. If you're not gonna touch me, at least let me touch you."

"Not yet." I stroke along the underside of his cock with two fingers now and his stomach hollows.

"Please."

"Hmm, so pretty when you beg." I part the costumes in front of him and step between them. I'm short enough that the bar is over my head. In front of him now, I scrape my nails down his chest to his hips and whisk my fingers across his cock.

"Fuck," he gasps. "At least let me kiss you."

He leans forward and down, lips closing in on mine. I put a finger between our mouths just in time. "Nah, ah, ah."

He throws his head back with a guttural groan.

I slowly lower to my knees. Dragging my hands along his body as I go. With my eyes on his, I lick him from balls to tip. Excruciatingly slow, I do it again. He squirms, cock bobbing, stomach tight, fists clenching around the bar of the costume rack.

"Please. Fuck, please. I need to come, and I don't want it to be in your mouth. Not tonight. The first time you take my cum, it's going to be in your cunt."

"I don't like that word." I reach around and slap his ass.

"I want to fuck your cunt."

"Language!" Another slap.

"I want to fuck your fucking cunt so hard you can't sit for a week."

I slap him again, hard this time. Once, twice, three times, just like he clearly wants. His hips buck forward, a moan escapes his lips.

"Are you gonna be a good boy and control that mouth of yours, or do I need to jam one of these dresses in it?"

"Enough," he growls.

One moment I'm on the floor on my knees, the next, I'm sprawled on top of a pile of costumes he knocked over as he took me down. His body covers mine. He pins my hands over my head. My hips, locked in place by his hips. His legs between mine.

It's rough and aggressive and so damn hot it takes my breath away.

"Enough." The repeated word is a whisper in my ear. "Enough." His soft lips gently kiss the corner of my mouth. "I know you're scared and control helps you feel better, but I'm done playing."

His gaze meets mine and holds, staring into the very depths of me.

"I'm not going anywhere. I've wanted you for so long, and now that you're letting me see you, touch you, have you, I can't wait anymore. You don't have to drag this out or make this encounter last, because this is just the start. I'm going to have you again and again and again. On your back and on your knees and on every fucking surface in here. But right now, I just want to be inside you. Please, Adriana." He brushes a finger down my cheek and I realize he's trailing the path of a tear. "Let me love you."

"You can't. You're—"

He kisses me and pushes the tip of his cock right at my entrance, stretching my lips around him.

"I'm in love with you. That's what I am." He pushes just a little deeper. Just the tip of him inside me. "I don't care if you're older or what people will say. You're talented and beautiful and funny and sexy as sin and I love you."

"You love me?" The tears are falling freely now.

He kisses each one. "I love you."

And then he's inside me. Pressing all the way in. So full, he rubs against the right spot with every tiny movement. So deep, the head of his cock makes my stomach bulge. I've never had that happen before.

I don't care that I'm laying on a hard floor, in a rumpled pile of costumes that I'll have to launder and iron. I don't care that he's not wearing a condom. I don't care that anyone might walk back into this corner at any moment and see us or that we're both making obscene noises as we move together, whispering things to each other that I never thought I'd confess. How often I watched him. How attracted I am to him. How I admire him.

And over and over, he tells me he loves me as he drives the point home with each thrust. The orgasm comes on me like a rising tide, slowly growing and growing, until it covers the whole beach, taking all of me out to sea.