Chapter 34

The anticipation of what Miguel had planned had my cock in a semi-hard state the entire time I was getting dressed. I'd gotten a few new button-down shirts to wear out since I moved in with Miguel. I pulled out the cobalt blue one that the salesperson said made my eyes pop. I figured Miguel would like it since he seemed to like blue. I pulled on my black jeans and motorcycle boots and rolled up the sleeves of my shirt to emphasize my forearms.

I stopped by the bathroom to look in the mirror and was surprised by what I saw. I looked happier, less tired. The dark circles that usually underscored my eyes were barely visible. Was this what one week of dating Miguel did for me? Well, it was probably that combined with my new job, which made me feel lighter than I had in years.

I wandered into the living room and sat at my keyboard, playing the songs I knew by heart. I'd just finished playing "Take Me to Church" by Hozier when I caught movement out of the corner of my eye. I turned to see Miguel standing there and, holy shit. My breath caught in my throat. He wore a dark-blue vest highlighted with black accents over a snow-white dress shirt. But it was no ordinary vest. It was cinched in at the waist, accentuating his slender, toned body. He smirked when he realized I was speechless and turned around to show me that the back of the vest was laced up like a corset. It was a corset.

"Jesus Christ," I breathed. My cock went rock hard so fast I got dizzy. I rose and went over to him. "You look fantastic." I ran my hands up his sides, feeling the stiff boning in the corset vest. "This is the sexiest thing I've ever seen." I slid my hands over his ass, liking the feel of the soft fabric of his pants. I also felt a distinct lack of a panty line. "Are you commando?"

He shook his head. "Not quite." He moved in closer to me, draping his arms around my neck. He whispered, "I'm wearing a black silk thong."

I didn't think my dick could get any harder. I was wrong. I pulled his hips against mine and growled, "I want to fuck you over the couch in that vest with your thong just pulled aside so your cock is still trapped behind the silk."

Miguel drew in a stuttering breath. "Damn, Zach. Since when did you get all growly and kinky?"

I took his mouth in a deep, ravishing kiss. "Since you showed me how good sex can be."

He snuggled into me and rested his head against my chest. "You say the nicest things."

"You deserve to have nice things said about you," I countered. "You're a good person. You're sweet and caring. You always do your best to help people, even people who don't necessarily deserve it."

He smiled contentedly. "That's it. I'm keeping you forever."

"You won't get any argument from me." I drew back a little to look down at his face. "You'll need to fix your makeup if we're still going out. I messed you up a little bit."

He slid his hand down my chest. "I'm hoping you'll mess me up a lot more when we get back."

"Count on it."