“It’s just a date, Ed,” he whispered against my forehead. “Say ‘yes.’ We’ll go to that steakhouse and we’ll have a great time. And then we’ll go bar-hopping and out-sing everybody at karaoke. Say ‘yes.’”
God, he was making me weak, his words making me burn. I should say “no,” but I hadn’t been touched like this in a long time and it was hypnotic. So naturally, I fell under his spell.
“Yes,” I murmured, rubbing my cheek against his.
“You mean it?” He leaned back, hands on my face as he peered into my eyes.
“Absolutely. In for a penny…”
He beamed at me. “Excellent. How about Friday at seven? Can I pick you up at your place? Or do you want to meet somewhere central?”
“Stop by my place. I’ll text you the address.”
“Great.” He gave me one last kiss, making my cock throb, then jumped into his dick on wheels, and headed home.