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tease ground his ass harder against Tackett’s cock, blinking, his attempt at an innocent expression thwarted by the glint of mischief in his expressive blue eyes and slight grin on his full lips.
Tackett met his gaze, hands tightening, fingers digging into the muscles of Micah’s thighs, steadily increasing the pressure until Micah stilled with a gasp. “Are you trying to see how far you can push me or is exhibitionism one of your kinks?”
“A bit of both,” he answered, his voice breathless.
With patience long learned from the numerous subs he’d encountered, Tackett studied the man before him. Micah’s chest rose and fell too quickly, body tense and eyes slightly unfocused as he struggled to process the pain in his thighs. A small test? Perhaps. It wasn’t a determining factor; Tackett already knew he’d wake with the boy in his bed come morning. What he wanted to know before that happened was whether Micah was a cocky little bastard playing a game or if he really did enjoy the pain he was begging for.
Slowly, Micah’s breathing returned to normal, his eyes clearing, and once again focused on Tackett, giving him his full attention. Only when the tension left Micah’s muscles did Tackett loosen his grip to massage and caress.
“Did you drive?”
“No, sir. Blake and Ty picked me up.”
“Good.” Tackett moved his hands to Micah’s crotch, pressing one palm against his cock. “Not looking for a scene, just wanting a fuck. You choose, here or at my place. It’s the only choice you get.”
“Whichever one you want, sir.” Micah didn’t hesitate in his response, the perfect one in Tackett’s eyes, one that had his dominant nature jumping for joy.
Tackett released his hold on Micah’s cock and gave him a little shove. “Let’s go.”
They gathered up their things, said goodbye to their friends, and headed out, leaving Blake and Bobby with big knowing and smug smiles on their faces.
“Nice,” Micah whistled when Tackett opened the passenger door on his black Mercedes CLS.
“It gets me where I need to go,” he said nonchalantly.
It was a sweet ride. Tackett loved the way it sounded, the power. He didn’t normally go for flashy or go out of his way to display his wealth. However, high-performance luxury cars were his one guilty pleasure.
Micah slid into the passenger seat, petting the dark leather seat, the dash. Micah emitted a hum of approval as his hands continued to roam along the dash. Touching, stroking every inch he could reach, Micah was very tactile, vocal in his pleasure. Tackett couldn’t wait to feel those hands on him.
He was wrong: fast, powerful cars weren’t his only guilty pleasure. Sexy and powerful submissive sensualists with a penchant for pain and bondage was another one. Tackett shut Micah’s door and hurried around to the driver’s side.
“You have so got to do me in this fucking car,” Micah said excitedly. “It’s nearly as sexy as you are.”
“I don’t know,” Tackett teased. “You’re going to have to prove whether you’re worth soiling my leather for.” He inserted the key, turned it, the engine roaring to life before settling to a purr.
“Ah, God,” Micah said breathlessly. “I’ll be more than happy to prove it.”
Micah’s hum turned to a husky, provocative sound when Tackett revved the engine. “So Doms and cars pop your boner,” Tackett chuckled, easing out onto the road. “What else?”
Micah pulled the seatbelt across his lap, buckling it into place. “Not just any Dom,” he clarified. “Older, grumpy, sexy Doms.”
“I stand corrected. So besides older, grumpy, sexy Doms and cars, what turns you on?”
“Oh you know, the standard stuff. Whips, clips, canes, pain, sticks, dicks,” Micah listed rapidly. “No chicks. I don’t do the v-jay. It does zero for me. Come to think of it, you’d probably get a better understanding of me, sir, if you ask me what I don’t like.” Micah pointed out the window. “Hey, I live right over