Ira's POV 3.1
Your cock fills so fast if you were human you’d probably pass out.
When you stepped out of the bushes, you were sure this date was over. Why on earth would Regan stick around if it meant risking bodily harm? But no, he stayed. He cracked a joke, played it cool, and he stayed.
It makes you feel awesome, bandages some of your bruised ego that you couldn’t protect what was yours. Not that he’s yours, this is only your first date, but he is. He’s out with you, so he’s your responsibility. Zo’s already way out of line messing with him in the first place. Your claim should be loud and clear.
But it’s becoming increasingly obvious she just doesn’t give a damn about that. Maybe it’s because she didn’t grow up at the House, but she can’t just flout the rules. If she continues to do so, those actions will have consequences. None of those dark thoughts stay in your head, though.
You’re grinning as you walk inside, and Mom’s adding up tickets at the counter. Regan’s a little dry about meeting the parents, not the best plan, in retrospect, but you work through it. Actually, you seem to be working through pretty much everything. You’re talking about some heavy stuff, girlfriends, boyfriends, sexuality, deep shit. It’s not the kind of thing you’ve ever talked about on a first date before, but then Regan’s not like anyone you’ve ever gone on a date with, either. There’s just something about him, the mischief in those amber-flecked eyes, the cockiness in that wicked grin of his. You know hardly anything about him, but every minute in his presence you find yourself dying to know more.
Well, in a manner of speaking, of course.
Mom picks then to make her entrance, and Regan is his usual charming self. He orders the cherry pie, shooting you a look. Good thing Mom can’t smell pheromones because you’re about three seconds from a hard-on. Watching him eat doesn’t really help that. He shovels the pie down his throat, moaning and groaning the whole time. It’s way more erotic than it ought to be. And then he orders a second slice. And another.
He puts down all three of them, you fighting an erection all the while, before you strike up talk again. Halfway through the conversation you find yourself just looking at him. He’s looking back. It’s definitely a moment, even if you’re not quite sure what it means yet.
You’re pretty damn sure you know what it means when he leans towards you and says he puts out on a first date. Your cock fills so fast if you were human you’d probably pass out. So much for that battle.
He goes out to wait for you by your car as you have your mom pack up two slices of pie in the flavors he hadn’t tried yet. She has some motherly advice to offer you, but you’re only half listening. Your mind is fixed pretty exclusively on the pretty blond boy waiting by your car, and what he said about sucking earlier today at the career fair.
You tell your mother goodbye, and walk out the door with the pie in hand. In your head, you’re imaging Regan’s warm throat wrapped around your cock.