“Yeah, yeah. Just give it to me already.”
I slide it back to him, keeping a careful side-eye on the tip line. I smile when he adds a fifteen-dollar tip, nudging him with my elbow in thanks.
“Now we’ve got that taken care of, there’s something else that needs attention,” he states getting to his feet and giving me a salacious grin.
“Let’s go out back,” I suggest as I stand up and start toward the front door of the diner. “It’s darker back there, less chance of getting caught, and I left some toys out there to play with.”
Xavier grins. “Now you’re fucking taking, little brother.”
As I push the door open to the diner and start to make my way around the side of the building, he reaches forward and grips one of my ass cheeks tightly, before giving it a firm slap.
“Let’s see if you can make it out of this in one piece.”
“Out of what?” I ask him nervously.
“Whatever comes to mind to do to you,” he answer simply as he drapes an arm around my shoulders and walks me back to the spot we were at earlier in the night.
Chapter Nineteen
Xavier
Amos is giving me free invitation to do whatever I want to him, and this opens up a whole world of possibilities. He probably shouldn’t have said that to me, but it’s too late to take it back now.
Once we’re out of view of any passersby and the diner, I shove him against the wall. Gripping his hips in my hands, I push my fingers up under the bottom of his shirt and into the warm flesh.
His eyes never leave mine as I draw in closer and closer until our mouths are mere millimeters apart. Amos’s lips part, and instead of giving him the kiss I’m sure he’s expecting, I slide my teeth over his plump bottom lip and bite until he gasps and grabs my arms. Slowly drawing back, I suck and lick away the sting I’ve created.
Amos’s hands tighten on my forearms, and his short nails are pressing deep into my skin. Tilting my head back to look up at him, I grin wickedly. He swallows, and I watch his Adam’s apple bob with the motion, remembering how his throat felt when he was swallowing my dick.
His eyes flicker past me, to a dark corner near the kitchen door and I raise my eyebrow.
“Let’s see what toys you brought out for me to play with, hmm.”
A sharp inhalation of breath is the only response he gives me as I release him and pull away to go investigate Amos’ little stash. I’d never have spotted them if he hadn’t shown me exactly where to look. Crouching down, I look closer and pick up the two ordinary kitchen tools that he brought out here to ‘play with’. Not your usual run-of-the-mill toys, but an interesting improvisation.
With the items in hand, I stand up straight and turn around. When Amos sees them, his cheeks darken, and his pupils widen to swallow up the light-brown irises. I prowl closer, slowly and purposefully until I’m standing almost directly in front of him.
“What did you have in mind for these, Amos?” I probe, trying to see if his train of thought mirrors where mine went the moment I picked them up.
“I-I don’t know,” he stammers, and I tut at his response.
“You must have had some idea what you wanted, otherwise you wouldn’t have picked them. Let’s see if I can guess what you want.”
A quick glance at the rolling pin in my hand now I’m better illuminated, I notice it shows signs of it having been on the ground. Flecks of dust and dirt are coating the surface. As much as I’d like to suggest Amos clean it with his mouth or I use it as it is, I don’t want to get sick if he catches something.
Remembering I still have the napkin that Amos threw at me after cleaning up the mess he helped make, I tuck the small measuring cup in my jacket pocket and retrieve the napkin. Slowly and deliberately, I wrap it around the smooth, ceramic surface of the rolling pin and move my hand up and down, taunting him with the motion.
“Stop,” he mumbles in a low and husky tone, sounding more like he wants me to do anything other than what he just asked.
“I don’t think you really want me to stop,” I murmur back, ignoring his request to stop as I continue to jack off the rolling pin.
While keeping my gaze firmly fixed on Amos, I finish cleaning it, but not before I rub my hand over the knobbed grips at each end. His low groan makes my dick twitch, and I slowly rake my eyes over him. Taking my time to appraise his body, I linger on the obvious erection straining the material of his pants.
Moving closer, I lightly press the end of the rolling pin against his lips. “Open your mouth.”
Amos’ eyes flash to mine, and the heat in them as he obliges sends a shiver of anticipation shooting through me. His tongue darts out, caressing the smooth surface as I insert it a little way into his mouth. Pulling it out, I slowly fuck his mouth with the object until it’s wet with his saliva and our breaths are heavy with arousal.
“Now what?” he whispers.