Pretty Boy

by K. M. Neuhold

  “So perfect for me,” he says, the praises crashing over me even harder than his hand. “Beautiful, sweet, filthy boy.”

  “Daddy,” I nearly sob, all these feelings building inside me until I’m sure I’ll fly away at any second.

  The swats slow down, replaced by more gentle strokes against my burning skin, my body feeling too heavy to move and my mind full of a peaceful buzzing. Daddy lifts me off his lap and lays me down and for a few seconds I’m only vaguely aware of the sound of rustling and a drawer opening and closing.

  The bed dips as he shuffles around, my ass throbbing as I lie still, not sure if I should bother trying to lift my heavy limbs or not. A noise is startled out of me when Barrett lifts my legs, hoisting them over his shoulders and dragging his hot, wet tongue over my aching balls.

  All at once, my body surges back to full awareness, every nerve ending seeming to be twice as sensitive now than they’ve ever been before. Daddy doesn’t stop there, sucking my oversensitive balls into his mouth and tonguing them until I’m shaking all over, the heat in my stomach spreading rapidly through me.

  “Please, please, please,” I babble, twisting the bedsheets in my fists and squirming helplessly. It’s too much to lie still through, and not enough all at once.

  He releases my balls with a slurp, nuzzling them before pushing my hips higher and dipping his tongue between my sore cheeks.

  “Oh my God,” I pant when his tongue slides over my hole. “Oh God, oh God.” It might seem like I’m taking the Lord’s name in vain, but it’s just that I don’t have enough words to give proper thanks for all the nerve endings I’m just now realizing are in that particular area of my body. Each one being stroked to life by the hot, wet drag of Barrett’s tongue.

  He teases around the rim, then shoves his tongue inside, and my eyes roll back. Barrett moans, and the sound vibrates against my hole, his short beard scratching against my aching skin and making it burn even more. I’ve never felt so many things all at once, the million thread count sheets caressing my body while beads of sweat tickle my skin, my hole tingling with the need to be filled by something bigger than Barrett’s tongue. I need to come so bad it hurts, my balls sore and my cock still straining against the cage. If he doesn’t do something soon, I think I could come without even getting hard.

  When he pulls his tongue out, I’m not sure if the sound I make is from disappointment or relief. Barrett sits up, letting my legs slide off his shoulders, and reaches for a bottle of lube and a condom he must’ve placed on the bed when I was half dead from that spanking. He unwraps the condom and disappointment lurches through me.

  “I don’t want anything between us. I want your cum dripping out of me when you’re done,” I plead, and he groans.

  “I want to get tested first, so we can both be one hundred percent sure it’s safe. Then, I’ll be happy to keep you stuffed full of my cum as often as you want. I’ll even plug you up to keep it inside you.” He pours lube onto his fingers and uses them to tease my hole, the same way he did with his tongue. “Or, you can spend the day with my cum dripping down the back of your thighs like the dirty boy you are.”

  “Yes,” I moan. I want both, I want everything, but mostly I want Barrett to stop yapping and fill me already.

  He slides two fingers inside me at once, stretching me more than he did with his tongue, but still not enough. He works them in nice and slow, his knuckles tugging at my rim, my cock leaking so much precum now it’s making me all sticky. The third finger he adds stings at first but then makes the ache inside me even stronger until my legs are quaking, and my fingers are stiff from twisting the sheets.

  Barrett eases his fingers out, picking one last thing up off the bed…the key to the cock cage.

  “Yes. Please. Daddy. Please.”

  He lines himself up, pressing the big head of his cock against my hole and slipping the key into the lock at the same time. The cage falls away as he pushes inside, the stretch burning deep inside me as my cock rapidly hardens.

  It feels so good. Too good. Barrett’s body on top of mine, his huge, heavy cock splitting me apart, my fingers clawing at his sturdy back. I couldn’t hold back my orgasm if my life depended on it. My inner muscles constrict around him and the flood of cum I’ve been holding for a week covers both of us.

  He fucks me through it, my release smearing wet and sticky all over our skin, my moans muffled by his tongue in my mouth.

  “Such a good boy. Tell Daddy how much you love his cock,” he grunts between kisses. Even after my cum stops pulsing, I hardly feel any relief, my cock still hard as nails, my balls still tight and full, my hole now even more sensitive stretched around his huge cock.

  “I love it,” I pant. “More, Daddy. More.”

  I meet his kisses with desperate ones of my own, licking and nipping at his mouth and getting drunk on all the sounds he feeds me.

  My throat goes raw from begging and moaning, my spanked skin throbbing harder every time Barrett thrusts into me and our bodies slam together. And then I’m coming again, my body washed away on wave after wave of pleasure as more cum paints my belly and sticks to Barrett’s skin.

  He grunts and groans, burying his face in the crook of my neck and fucking me deeper until I feel his cock pulsing inside me.

  My body sags, my cock finally starting to soften and the persistent aching in my balls leaving me be, at least for now.

  Barrett’s kisses get slower and softer, his thrusts stuttering and then stopping all together when his cock slips out, leaving me feeling empty. He rolls onto his side, taking off the condom and tossing it onto the floor next to the bed and then pulling me into his arms. He tucks me right under his chin and I burrow close, a thousand feelings crashing into me all at once— awe and happiness and vulnerability. But mostly, for the first time, I really do feel like I’m his.

  “Thank you for giving me something so special, sweet boy,” he says kissing the top of my head and tightening his arms around me.

  “My virginity?” I guess and I feel him shake his head.

  “No, just you, little rabbit. Your trust, your body, you.”

  I press my face into the center of his chest, feeling the tickle of his chest hair and smelling his sweat there. I wonder if I’m real good if he’ll keep me forever. A boy can dream, right?

  Chapter‌ ‌16‌

  Sterling

  My behind is stinging something fierce. Every time I move, or sit, or even think about my butt, it starts to feel all hot again. I swear, I can feel the shape of Barrett’s handprints on my skin, and that thought has given me the strangest feeling all day. Good strange.

  “All right, t-t-tell me already,” Em says, gesturing with his hands.

  I look up from the books I’m shelving, a grin seeming to be permanently attached to my face. “Tell ya what?” I ask.

  “Whatever has you smiling so much t-this morning.” He gives me a look, putting one hand on his hip and raising his eyebrows. “Not just smiling, but like, glowing or something.”

  “It’s nothin’,” I lie, dipping my head to hide my growing smile. I swear, I don’t know how it can get any bigger without breaking my face in two.

  “Liar,” he calls me out, and my face heats up as I chuckle. “Did the gala go well?” he guesses.

  “Lord no,” I answer immediately, grimacing at the brief reminder of that blond haired devil who tried to ruin my night. Then again, thinking back about it now, other than Barrett’s ex, the night wasn’t off to too bad a start. It coulda been nice to stay a little longer. I wonder if Barrett would have asked to dance with me. I ain’t never danced before so I prob’ly ain’t no good, but it might’ve been fun.

  I stand up to grab another box of books and wince at the soreness between my cheeks, my face heating up even more at the memory of the way he filled me up. I’m glad for the cock cage that he put back on late last night, otherwise I’d get hard just thinking about it, and I can’t think of nothing more awkward than popping a boner in front of
Em.

  “Ooo, sss-somebody’s sore. Is that why you’re all smiley? Did your Daddy give it to you good last night?” He waggles his eyebrows at me, and I find myself laughing again. I never had nobody to talk about sex with before. Heck, I never had sex to talk about before neither. It seems like the kinda thing friends do. If I can have a Daddy and a sore behind from a spanking, I can have a friend too, right?

  “It was…um…” I finally get the courage to look full at him. “It was my first time.”

  His mouth forms into a surprised O. “Ever?”

  I nod, picking up a few books out of the box and running my finger along the spines. “It wasn’t ‘cause I didn’t want to. Just, nobody wanted me before.” I shrug, surprised at the slight burning behind my eyes at my own words. I clench my butt cheeks together for another reminder that things are different now.

  “Was it amazing?” he asks, leaning forward eagerly.

  I nod rapidly. “So amazing.”

  He squeals a little and then sighs like he might just swoon right here on the spot. “I n-need a man.”

  I put the books I’m holding onto the shelf and then eye Em again. He’s wearing a different unicorn t-shirt today, and I’m starting to think that he don’t own nothing else. It looks good on him though. I’d look silly wearing purple unicorns and tight jeans, but it suits him well. He seems like the type who’d look good in just about anything.

  “You’re real good lookin’, you could prob’ly find someone if you wanted.”

  “Ha,” he huffs the sound. “Mmm-my looks aren’t the problem. You’ve probably noticed, but my sss-stutter is much worse when I first mmm-meet someone, and that goes triple for hot g-guys. I get so tongue tied, I c-c-can’t string two words together.” He stands up and brushes off his jeans. “It’s totally embarrassing. Sometimes I j-just pretend I’m deaf on M4M so when g-guys show up to hook up, they d-don’t expect me to t-talk at all.”

  “M4M?” I ask, cocking my head to one side.

  “It’s a dating and h-hookup app,” he explains. “They h-have settings for k-kinky hookups too, but I h-h-haven’t gotten up the courage to try it y-yet.”

  “You should.” I grin again. “Daddies are the best.”

  Barrett

  I lift the spoon to my lips to get a quick taste, making sure the seasoning is right. One of the nannies I had growing up made the best gumbo, and I emailed her a few years ago for the recipe one night when I was nostalgic and craving it. I haven’t managed to come close to replicating the one she made—I’m convinced she left something out of the recipe to make sure hers would always be best—but it’s pretty darn good.

  As soon as I hear the sound of the front door opening, my heart leaps, and a smile spreads over my face. It’s felt like an entirely unbearable day waiting for my boy to get home. His footsteps echo through the house, bringing him closer and making the giddy flutter in my chest all the more persistent until I’m ready to pounce on him the second he steps into the kitchen.

  Sterling makes a surprised sound when I sweep him up into my arms and press a kiss firmly against his lips.

  “Daddy,” he giggles. He fucking giggles, and that’s a sound I never expected to hear out of the sad boy I met in the middle of nowhere. The happy noise fills me up inside, compelling me to kiss him again, to memorize the shape and flavor of his lips at this exact moment because I’m pretty sure it’s the moment I’m falling in love with him.

  “Dinner’s almost ready, why don’t you go wash up,” I suggest, setting him back on his feet and kissing his nose.

  “Whatcha makin’? It smells like heaven.”

  “Gumbo.” I know I have to actually let go of him if I expect him to go wash up, but I can’t seem to keep my hands off of him, squeezing his ass cheeks through his jeans, delighting in the hiss that rattles through his teeth and the way he thrusts against me, the tips of his ears going pink and his eyelids fluttering.

  “Daddy,” he rasps again, making my cock swell.

  “Wash up,” I repeat, managing to take my hands off of him with great effort.

  He hurries off, and I adjust my erection before returning to the stove to dish up our dinner. When Sterling returns a few minutes later, he’s changed out of the clothes he wore to work and is now in one of my t-shirts, his legs bare, the shirt coming down just below the curve of his ass. My cock stirs again, a possessive heat flaring in my chest.

  “Fuck, you look good in my clothes,” I growl, snagging the front of his shirt and tugging him forward for another kiss. “I am never going to get enough of you,” I murmur against his lips.

  “Promise?” he whispers back, his voice small and delicate, like he might break at any second.

  “Oh, little rabbit, you have no idea,” I sigh.

  After a few more minutes of kissing, I release him and hand him the bowl I dished up. Grabbing my own, I lead him over to the table, snagging him around the waist when he tries to pull out a chair, and carrying him in one arm to my own chair to set him on my lap where he belongs.

  Sterling squirms against my leg, wincing a little.

  “How are you feeling? Sore?” I ask. I didn’t go too hard, but maybe I should’ve put a soothing lotion on his ass before I let him leave this morning.

  “A little, but I like it.” He takes the first bite of gumbo and moans.

  We eat in silence for a few minutes, one arm around his waist to keep him steady on my thigh, the other shoveling delicious gumbo into my mouth.

  “I wanted to talk to you about something,” I say after a few minutes, and Sterling tenses in my arms. “Relax, Pretty Boy.” I kiss the side of his neck and take another bite of food. “Gannon reminded me earlier that I have a trip planned in two weeks to go to Nice, France. I have a few investments there— a vineyard, a few small local businesses I help fund, things like that. I thought you might like to go with me.”

  “To France?” he asks, and I chuckle.

  “Yes, to France. What do you say?”

  “I ain’t got a passport or nothin’.”

  “Leave it to me. You’d be amazed how quickly you can get things done when money is no object.”

  Sterling frowns at that. “I don’t need you throwin’ your money around for me.”

  “I spent the first half of my life largely resenting my money. I didn’t feel like I deserved it, not compared to how hard some people seemed to struggle for the barest necessities. Then, in my twenties, I realized how much good I could do with it, and I decided that was absolution enough. I couldn’t control the fact that I was born into money, but I could be sure to do good things with it. In my personal life, it still caused me more grief than anything— boys crawling out of the woodwork at the sight of my car or my credit card. But you, little rabbit, are entirely different. You said you wouldn’t have cared if I was poor, and I believe you. Strangely, that makes me want to spoil you that much more.”

  He shakes his head, setting his spoon down and leaning back against me. “You’re silly. I don’t need none of that. I just need…” he trails off, the tips of his ears going red.

  “What do you need? Tell me and it’s yours,” I promise.

  “Just you, Daddy. I don’t need nothin’ else.”

  My heart swells at his words, and I tighten my arm around him, kissing his neck a few more times for good measure.

  “Let me take you to France,” I insist, this time putting an edge of authority into my voice. I can’t stand the idea of leaving him here by himself for a week while I’m away.

  He sighs and then laughs. “Fine, Daddy, if it’ll make you happy, you can take me on a vacation.”

  I scoff playfully. “It’s not a vacation, it’s work.”

  “Oh yeah? What kinda work will I be doing?” He turns his head and arches eyebrow.

  “I’m sure I can think of a job or two for you.”

  He laughs again, and I swear there can’t be a sweeter sound in the world.

  After dinner, we clean up together and then I scoop S
terling up and take him to the living room, putting him onto my lap again so we can cuddle and watch a movie. He tucks his head under my chin, curling close and making happy noises that keep me smiling while he gets comfortable.

  We end up talking and kissing more than actually watching the movie, but neither of us seem to mind all that much. By the time we crawl into bed a few hours later, Sterling settling his head on my lap so I can read a few chapters to him before we go to sleep, there’s little doubt in my mind that I am in fact falling for him, hard and fast, and I can’t seem to find a single thing wrong with that.

  Chapter 17

  Sterling

  “Any fun plans tonight?” Em asks while we’re finishing up for the day. It’s a Sunday so the store closes at five, which is nice, except that tonight Barrett has some kinda business meeting, which means I’ll have to go home to an empty house.

  “Gonna go sit on my lonesome and wait for Barrett to get home from some business dinner.”

  He lights up. “W-w-we should hang out.”

  “Hang out?” I repeat. I’m not stupid, I know what it means, but ain’t nobody ever used it to refer to spending time with me before. Well, once but it turned out to be just a joke at my expense. I shake off that unpleasant memory.

  “Yeah, I’ll c-come over to that g-giant mansion and we’ll order p-p-pizza to eat on the expensive sofa,” he says, grinning and waggling his eyebrows.

  I laugh, a fuzzy feeling filling me. I don’t wanna get my hopes up too high, but I did always want a friend. “Yeah, you should come over.”

  “Yay.” He claps his hands together, and I chuckle again.

  We head out together, and I wait while he locks up, then I lead him over to where Kane is parked and waiting.

  “You have y-y-your own chauffeur?” he gasps.