Pretty Boy
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He fidgets, shifting from one foot to the other, his gaze downcast and his shoulders rounded.
“Sterling,” I say his name, and he slowly looks up at me. It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him he’s perfect, but I don’t want to send him running for the nearest exit again. So, instead of saying anything, I devour him with hungry eyes, hoping he’ll see how much I want him. He starts to relax, his tense body softening.
A spot of irritated skin on his cock catches my attention, and I frown. “What happened?”
He looks down, noticing the irritated spot and running a careful finger along it. “Nothin’, I just got a little, um, enthusiastic about the research you told me to do,” Sterling confesses, a shy, tempting smirk dancing on his lips.
“Hmm,” I murmur, holding myself back from dropping to my knees and kissing his raw skin all better. “It looks like a second rule is in order.”
“A second rule?” he repeats, sounding a touch nervous.
“Yes, little rabbit.” I grin. “Hands off that pretty cock unless I tell you otherwise.”
He gasps, reaching for his cock but stopping short and balling his fists up at his sides. “Never?”
“If you think it’ll be too difficult for you, I’d be happy to pick out a pretty cock cage for you. I saw a diamond studded one that I originally thought was a little over the top, but now I’m thinking would look absolutely breathtaking on you.”
He starts to tremble, and I’m afraid I’ve gone too far, but one look at the desperately lustful expression on his face reassures me.
“Is that something you want?” I ask, and he starts to nod, before catching the look on my face. The boy is a fast learner.
“Yes, Daddy,” he answers shakily.
I could stare at him all night, teasing him with filthy promises, but I don’t want the water to get cold, and I’d much rather hold him than stare, so I remove my own clothes, one by one adding them to a pile on the floor just like Sterling did. I preen a little as his blush deepens and his breathing quickens with each item of clothing I remove. I’m no gym rat, but I take care of my body, and I’ve always been proud of it. My chest and belly have a generous amount of coarse, dark hair, disappearing below the line of my waistband. I add my underwear to the pile, my cock bouncing free and swinging between my legs, long and thick and hard. My foreskin is still half covering the head of my cock, slowly rolling back.
His eyes widen and a quiet whimper falls from his lips. “I ain’t never seen a naked man in real life,” he confesses in a raspy voice. “And I think you mighta just gone and ruined me for anyone else.”
I let out a possessive growl at the idea of anyone else. I’ve never been particularly good at sharing, especially not my favorite things. Sterling’s cock visibly jerks at the sound, a bead of clear precum forming on his slit.
I step into the tub and sink down, scooting all the way back so there’s plenty of room for him to join me, and then I hold out my hand to help him in. “Come here, Pretty Boy.”
He shuffles forward and takes my hand, using it as leverage as he steps into the tub and sits down in front of me, leaving a few inches of space between our bodies. That won’t do in the slightest. I wrap my arms around his waist and drag him back until he’s nestled firmly between my legs, his back pressed against my front, my cock nestled against his lower back.
Sterling’s breath hitches, making him wiggle just enough against my cock to draw a low moan from my lips. I move one hand to his thigh, keeping the other firmly wrapped around him, and I put my lips close to his ear.
“Be still,” I command, and he instantly stops moving. My cock throbs against his hot, slippery skin, and I take a few deep breaths to get myself under control. Burying my nose into the crook of his neck, I breathe him in and then pepper kisses up and down the curve between his neck and shoulder. His skin tastes like sunshine, and I can’t seem to get enough of him. Trailing my mouth up the side of his neck, I reach his earlobe and catch it between my teeth, earning another helpless, horny sound from him. I tighten my arm and press my fingers harder into his thigh. He shifts and struggles but doesn’t make any meaningful effort to get away.
“It’s…I’m…I…” he stutters between panted breaths as I creep my hand up his leg and switch my attention to kissing his other shoulder.
I’ve never put much stock into virginity culture, but there’s something electrifying about knowing I’m the only man who’s ever touched him. Maybe it’s the unique edge of desperation in every sound he makes and every minute twitch of his hips.
“What do you think, little rabbit? Would you like Daddy to put a cage around your pretty cock to help you behave?” I ask, brushing my lips against the shell of his ear and slipping my hand between his legs to cup his balls against my palm.
“Ungh,” he mutters, thrusting against my hand, his head falling back to rest on my shoulder, his eyes fluttering closed.
“If a sore ass from a firm spanking sounds like a naughty secret for the two of us to share, imagine the weight of a cage, the cool metal against your skin.” I release his balls and trail my index finger slowly up his cock from base to tip. “Imagine thinking filthy thoughts about me during the day, your cock trying to get hard, but all it can do is swell and ache inside a pretty diamond prison that only Daddy has the key to.”
“Daddy,” he nearly sobs the word, making my cock throb. I wrap my hand around his shaft, and he makes another deliciously desperate sound.
“You beg so pretty,” I praise in a deep growl, pumping my hand up and down his length. “I’ll give you exactly what you want, sweetheart. I’ll make you come so hard you’ll never forget who you belong to, and then when we get home tomorrow, I’ll cage your cock as an extra reminder that you’re mine.”
“Yes.” Sterling thrusts into my grasp, his whole body trembling against me, begging me to ring every drop of pleasure out of him.
“You’re such a pretty, perfect boy,” I whisper near his ear, stroking him faster, still holding him firmly against my body with my other arm. “I don’t know what it was, but I wanted you the second I laid eyes on you. You looked at me with that shy, surprisingly defiant expression and you had me hard and aching just like I am right now.”
“Oh,” he groans, grinding against my erection, his hands gripping the sides of the tub as if he’s afraid he’s about to fly away…as if I’d let him go.
Sterling gasps and sobs and thrusts, babbled pleas and broken words falling from his lips with each jerk of his cock.
“Be a good boy and come for Daddy.”
The words are barely out of my mouth before his cock swells in my hand and starts to pulse. I grab his jaw with my free hand and claim his mouth, tasting the shape of every moan as his orgasm goes on and on.
I stroke him until his pleasured sounds soften to helpless whimpers, and his cock softens in my hand. The kisses turn from ravenous and clumsy to slow and savoring, unable to make myself pull away from his mouth. I almost forget about my own erection, which is absurd considering how painfully turned on I am, until Sterling pulls away from the kiss and wiggles against my cock again.
“Can I touch you too, Daddy?” he asks with entirely too much innocence for the situation, as if he knows that’s my greatest addiction and was somehow created specifically for me.
I thrust against him so he can feel the full, heavy length of my arousal. “Beg me for it, Pretty Boy.”
He turns himself around and straddles my lap, dipping his head and looking up at me through those full eyelashes with a naughty smirk on his lips. God damn, he really is a fast learner. “I want to play with you and please you. Say I can, Daddy. Please let me touch your cock.”
“Such a dirty mouth on a pretty boy like you.” I wrap my fingers around his wrist, and guide his hand to my cock.
In spite of his bold words, his hand is shaky as he wraps his fingers around my shaft, his grip too loose at first and then a little too tight, his strokes uneven and tentative. I grab him by the back
of the neck and yank him forward for a kiss. With our lips moving together, our tongues tangled, he starts to find the right rhythm, tugging me in smoother strokes, his confidence growing as I moan into his mouth.
“Faster,” I groan against his lips, my hands finding their way onto the curve of his ass. The water sloshes as he works his hand quicker over my cock, tugging at my foreskin with each upward stroke and squeezing the base each time he reaches the bottom. “Just like that.”
“You’re so big, Daddy. I can’t wait to have you inside me. I want it so bad.”
Oh fuck, do I want it too. I want to stretch him and fill him with my cum, then I want to plug him and know he’s walking around full of my seed all day long. The image is almost too much, my cage around his cock and my cum plugged in his ass. The only way to make it perfect would be to add my handprints to his nice, round ass cheeks. I squeeze them in my hands and moan at the image, kissing him hard, deeper, fucking his mouth with my tongue as I thrust into his hand.
Sterling whimpers around my tongue, and that’s all it takes to send me over the edge, spilling my cum all over his tight fist until I’m completely spent. His strokes slow, his grip loosening when my cock stops pulsing, eventually releasing me before turning back around into the original position and shuffling against me again.
“Did I do okay?” he asks once he’s settled.
A weak laugh rumbles through my throat, and I press a kiss to the side of his head. “You are pure sin, in all the best ways.” He smiles, and I reach for the little bottle of hotel shampoo, pouring some into my hands. “Dip your hair down to get it wet.”
He does as I say, getting wet and then tilting his head back for me.
He sighs happily as I work my lathered fingers through his hair. “This might be my new happy place.”
“Oh yeah? What was your old happy place?” I ask, loving the way his body is fully relaxed against me, a sleepy smile on his lips.
“It’s awfully quaint compared to all this,” he admits, gesturing at the grand bathroom.
“Tell me anyway.”
“A hot summer night when I was real little, barefoot in my front yard, catching lightnin’ bugs and puttin’ ‘em in a jar. I always let ‘em go after, but I loved having a jar full of stars for just a few minutes.”
My heart aches. He might think it sounds too quaint, but it sounds sort of idyllic to me. “Tell me more about your childhood,” I prompt, letting myself get lost in the sound of his voice as I wash the rest of his body.
When we’re finished, I help him out of the tub, dry him off, and then lead him back into the bedroom and pull a large t-shirt out of my own bag to hand to him. He pulls it over his head, and it engulfs his small frame, falling part of the way down his thighs. A satisfied sound rumbles in my throat.
“Time for bed, little rabbit.”
I don’t bother with any clothes, simply climbing into the bed and holding the covers open for my boy. As soon as he gets in, I drag him close, tucking him against my body and sighing with satisfaction.
“Night, Daddy,” he says around a yawn.
“Good night, Pretty Boy.”
Chapter 9
Sterling
Even waking up wrapped up in Barrett’s sturdy arms isn’t enough to convince me that last night was anything other than a wild fantasy I dreamed up while sweeping up the floor at Billow’s Tavern. The t-shirt he gave me is rucked up, leaving half of me completely bare, pressed against Barrett’s warm skin, his large, hairy thighs curled against me, his half-hard cock against my backside. Even half-hard he’s huge and thick.
I can’t believe I touched him and made him shake and moan for me. Just the memory of his face when he spilled in my hand is enough to make my cock hard. I squirm in his tight grasp, getting a little thrill at the feeling of him hardening against me. I feel so filthy, like some kind of sex fiend, but now that I know what it feels like to be touched by someone else, I think I could get addicted to it real easy.
That thought is as exciting as it is terrifying. I can’t get addicted to Barrett’s touch, because it’s not going to be forever, and I need to be careful to remember that. Nobody’s ever kept me, and I may not be the brightest, but I know enough to know that this man ain’t gonna be the one to change that streak.
He stirs and makes a sleepy sorta moan before pressing his face against the back of my neck. His hot breath fans out over my skin, raising goosebumps and making me shiver. I know he won’t keep me, but I think it’s okay if I pretend for a little while that he might. It won’t hurt nothing but my own heart, and I learned a long time ago that my heart can take a lot.
“Mmm, you feel good, Pretty Boy,” Barrett murmurs. I squirm again in his arms, my whole body reacting to the compliment. It feels amazing and wrong all at the same time. I want to drown in all the kind things he says to me even though I know they can’t be true. I don’t know what to say, so I don’t say nothin’. Instead, I turn my head so I can see what he looks like when he’s waking up. Maybe seeing him with messy hair and sleep lines on his face will make him seem a tiny bit more human. I make a surprised sound when he catches my lips.
His mouth coaxes mine, but I keep my lips firmly closed.
“Something wrong, little rabbit?” he asks, nuzzling his nose against mine and pecking my lips again.
“Mornin’ breath,” I answer, and he chuckles.
“I don’t give a fuck about morning breath.” As if to prove his point, he kisses me again, harder and deeper, forcing my lips to part.
No matter how many times in my life I imagined what it would be like for someone to kiss me, it never came close to how it really feels. Barrett’s mouth doesn’t just move against mine, it commands mine, leading me in a dance that makes my already hard cock throb desperately. He shoves his tongue into my mouth and I gasp around it. He moves his hands, touching me everywhere—gently holding my throat, teasing my nipples until I moan into his mouth, along the curve of my ass, and finally between my legs.
“Daddy.” My pleading groan is muffled against his lips. Of course, my stomach chooses that exact moment to growl loudly, and he ends the kiss too soon.
“Sex can wait, I need to feed my boy,” he says, peppering a few more kisses all over my cheeks. It feels so sweet it almost hurts my heart to know it’s only for now. “I’m anxious to get you home, let’s get on the road and we can pick something up on the way.”
It doesn’t sound like my input is required, which is surprisingly freeing. I spent so much of my life taking care of mama, taking care of gran when she got sick, taking care of myself when nobody else would, it’s nice to be taken care of by someone else for a change. I nod, just so he knows I’m good with his plan, and then we get out of bed.
I feel all out of sorts getting dressed and brushing my teeth. As always, I avoid looking into the mirror, and in a weird way, that makes me feel a little more normal in this whole crazy situation. I may be in some fancy hotel with a handsome, rich man who’s taken a liking to me for some reason I can’t figure out, but I’m still the ugly boy who can’t look in the mirror. I’m still me.
Barrett
While Sterling gets dressed and ready to go, I shoot a text to Lorna and Kiernan, letting them both know I’ll be back in Vegas by this evening. What I don’t mention is that I’m not traveling alone. I’d rather not have my phone blowing up with texts and calls all day from the both of them.
Lorna: Perfect. Then it’s your turn to host Sunday brunch this week. I’ll bring the mimosas ;) See you tomorrow, drive safe, love you.
I’d lost track of the days this week and didn’t even realize it was already Saturday. I reply to the text, letting her know I’m looking forward to it, and then put my phone away and get dressed.
The second half of the drive to Las Vegas goes smoothly, but the closer we get, the more nervous Sterling seems to become. By the time the city comes into view, he’s practically vibrating in his seat.
“Doing okay?” I check.
“It’s an adventure.”
“I guess it is,” he agrees, seeming to calm him down some. I’m hoping once he sees how nice my house is, that will convince him he made a good choice. I find my own heart beating out an uneven rhythm, the fear that he’ll decide to leave too soon making me uncomfortably unsteady. I can’t stop him if he decides he hates it here and wants to go home, but I can do my damndest to make sure that doesn’t happen.
When we pull into my driveway, I glance over to check his reaction and see him staring, wide-eyed at it. Unfortunately, I can’t tell if it’s the good kind of blown away or the kind where he’s going to decide in short order that he doesn’t belong here.
“Come on, let’s go in so I can show you around.”
Sterling nods slowly, like he’s in a trance before unbuckling and getting out of the car. We leave our bags. I’ll get them later; right now, I’m anxious to show him around.
We step inside, and he stops in his tracks inside the entryway. I try to see the place through his eyes, the dark wood floors, high ceilings, and large windows. Lorna has teased me more than once for how inexpensive and simple my house is. Then again, she’s happily bought three extravagant mansions with her trust fund, so she’s probably not the best judge of what’s reasonable.
“Wow,” he mutters.
“Let me show you your bedroom,” I suggest, grabbing his hand and leading him to the stairs.
“My bedroom?” he repeats. “I’m not stayin’ in your bedroom?”
I stop on the landing at the top of the stairs and turn to look at him. I’m feeling so out of sorts, and I don’t like it at all. It’s not me. Second guessing and uncertainty isn’t how I operate, and frankly, I don’t care for it at all.
I blow out a harsh breath, attempting to expel all of the nervous energy that’s taken up a place inside me against my permission. “I’m out of my element here,” I admit, and Sterling cocks his head to one side, furrowing his brows with confusion. “Believe it or not, I don’t make a habit of picking up random, fascinating boys from every small town I blow through and bringing them home with me.”