by Mia Monroe
“Yes, Daddy?” he asks.
“Nothing, sweet boy. I’m just really happy.”
His whole face lights up in a way that I’m quickly becoming addicted to. The boy is beautiful at any time, but when he smiles? Man. I’ve never seen anything like it. Bentley makes me want to raise my game. He makes me feel like the man I could have been if I hadn’t let Arian sidetrack me.
I guess the best feeling that I have today is realizing that I’m not actually as broken as I thought I was. All those months I spent at home alone, thinking there was no way I would be ready to go back, nearly dissipated the minute I laid eyes on Bentley.
I’m not in love with him. Not yet. That much I know, but I’m definitely interested in the future and what the two of us might get up to. He’s so full of excitement and possibilities that it’s contagious, and I know that allowing him in my life is one of the better decisions I’ve made.
And having my best friend return to Los Angeles at some point is more than I ever could have hoped for. I don’t want to jinx anything, but life is starting to feel pretty damn good.
“What are you having for dinner, Daddy?” Bentley asks me as he gazes down at the menu.
“Probably the same thing I always get, a shredded chicken chimichanga.”
“Ooh, that sounds good.” He nods. “But I think I’m gonna get cheese enchiladas. I really like cheese enchiladas.”
“Have whatever you want, boy, you’ve had a big day.”
“Thanks, Daddy.”
We continue talking and eating once our food has arrived, and I think about what kind of reward I can give my boy later. We haven’t talked about rewards and punishments just yet, so I’m not sure what he thinks the reward might be, but I have a feeling it has something to do with providing service. I’ll be sure to ask him as soon as we’re alone again.
Back at the house, I sit next to Matteo on the couch while Bentley is in the bathroom.
“Dude,” Matteo begins, “I’m not gonna lie. Spending time with you and Bentley is…” He sighs as he pats his chest over his heart. “It hurts. Don’t get me wrong. I am so fucking happy you found him. I think he’s perfect for you. It just reminds me of what I don’t have. Fuck, man, I sound like a selfish asshole.”
“No, you don’t. You sound like a guy who just got his heart crushed.” I pull Matty’s hand into mine. “It’s cliche, but you know it’s true. He wasn’t the one. Just like Arian wasn’t the one for me. The perfect boy is going to show up for you too. Very soon. I feel it.”
He turns his head toward me, a sideways grin tugging at his lips. “Why is that? Is Bentley some kind of good luck talisman?”
I cock my head. “Maybe he is. Things seem a little brighter now.”
“Like I said, super happy for you.” He looks over his shoulder. “You said he’s not a little?”
“That’s what he said. Why?”
“He has a childlike quality sometimes.”
“I noticed. I think he’s just happy. He hasn’t shown any other signs.”
“That’s good. I know that’s not your thing.”
“No.”
“To each their own. I tried it once, but we didn’t connect like I’d hoped.”
“Bummer.”
“It is. I just want someone to take care of. Even getting Bentley out of that situation today was...so satisfying. It felt like my purpose, even though he’s not my boy.”
I smile, nodding in understanding. “It was pure instinct for me. It’s how we’re wired.”
“That. It feels like I’m locked in a cage. Maybe that’s why I held on so tightly to something that wasn’t working.”
I chuckle. “Also relate.”
He nudges my shoulder with his. “We’re a pair, aren’t we?”
“We are.”
“Can I come back?” Bentley’s sweet voice comes from the hallway.
“Of course.” I pat my lap, and he happily shuffles over and climbs up. “What took you so long?”
Bentley scrunches his nose. “You shouldn’t ask me things like that. I was in the bathroom.”
His feigned petulance draws a smile to my lips. “My apologies.”
“You’re forgiven.” His eyes shift to Matty. “Um, when do I get my reward?”
Matty nearly groans before clearing his throat.
“Rewards are for private time.”
Bentley shakes his head. “No, Daddy. I want to do something nice for you and Matteo for helping me today.”
My brow furrows. “Nice like what?”
“Well, we already had dinner, so maybe I could make you both a nightcap? Or dessert? Do you have ice cream? Or I could rub your feet. That would be nice too.”
Matty’s mouth drops open wide enough to catch a fly.
“Um, a cocktail sounds nice. You, Matty?”
“Yeah, sure.”
Bentley’s face lights up. “Ooh.” It’s a whisper. “What do you like?”
“The whiskey you brought. Rocks.”
“Same,” Matty says.
“Be right back.”
He bounces toward the kitchen, leaving both of us stunned.
“Jesus,” Matty whispers. “He’s excited by that?”
“He considers it a reward. I’d rather pull his pants down and spank his gorgeous ass.”
Matty laughs. “I guess that’s your reward.”
“I’m sure he can be persuaded.”
“Sounds like he’d do anything you wanted.”
I nod, rubbing my forehead. “It’s heady. He’s the exact opposite of Arian, which makes me feel so fucking hopeful, man.”
“Yeah, but is something holding you back?”
“Just what we talked about. I pushed all my own needs aside for Arian’s happiness. I’m scared of doing that again. Bentley’s smile is addictive as fuck.”
Matty puts his hand on my thigh. “You just said it yourself though. He’s different. He wouldn’t take advantage of your kindness. That’s obvious.”
Exhaling, I nod. “You’re right. I need to trust myself and him. He proved himself worthy early on when we hooked up at the convention and he didn’t say a word to anyone. Someone who was opportunistic would’ve blasted that all over social media.”
“Exactly.”
Bentley returns carrying two glasses. He hands them to us then sits on the floor at my feet.
“There’s enough room on the couch, boy. Or you can sit on Daddy’s lap.”
“I like this, Daddy.” He gazes up at me with his pretty eyes. “I’m so happy right now.”
“Why?”
A faint blush creeps across his cheeks as he briefly glances at Matty. “Because I’m with you.”
Leaning forward, I cup his chin. “You’re happy Daddy wants you to stay here?”
“So happy. Now I can do things for you.”
“You’re a very sweet boy. I feel spoiled.”
“I’m just getting started.”
Sixteen
Bentley
As Legend and Matteo finish their drinks, I lie between Legend’s legs, my head resting on his warm thigh, his fingers playing with my hair. The bulge of his cock is so close to my face, I could flick my tongue out and hit it. The thought sends a rush of heat through me.
I must have made a sound because Legend turns sharply to look at me. “Something wrong, sweet boy?”
“Everything’s wonderful, Daddy. I promise.”
“Good.”
Matteo stretches. “If you guys don’t mind, I’m gonna hit the bed. It’s been a long day for me.”
Finally! I want Daddy all to myself.
“Of course,” Legend says.
I clamor to my feet, taking both their empty glasses to the kitchen. As I wash them out, I feel Legend behind me, his arms sliding around my waist as his lips brush against my neck.
“That tickles, Daddy.”
“Mm,” he murmurs. “Ready for bed?”
“Definitely.”
He takes my hand, leading
me to the bedroom where we dropped off my things. “Get your toiletries then meet me in my room.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
He leaves me, and I dig through my bags until I find my toothbrush and pajamas, but then inspiration hits and I tuck the pajamas away. Better to wear Daddy’s T-shirt. I practically skip on my way back to his room, pausing in the hall to find at least some chill before entering the bedroom.
Legend is sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning back on his elbows.
“Come here, boy.”
I walk over and stand between his legs.
“Do you want to undress me?”
“Oh my gosh, yes. Thank you, Daddy.”
“You’re welcome. This is new for me. I normally like to do the dressing and undressing, but if it makes you happy, I’ll try.”
“We can take turns.” He looks up at me. “Maybe I can undress you and you can dress me. Or whichever way you like most.”
Legend tilts his head, studying my face. “I think we could work with that.”
I smile as warmth fills me. When Legend looks at me the way he is now, his features relaxed, a smile on his lips, it feels like winning the lottery.
“Now get me naked, boy, and we’ll take a shower and go to bed.”
Yes!
I kneel and start to tug on his boots until I get them off. I pull off his socks, stopping to admire his feet. I don’t have a foot fetish, but his feet were always something I noticed in his videos. They’re so nice—symmetrical and well-groomed. He has one video from long ago where the sub he was with worshiped his feet, kissing and sucking his toes. I won’t go that far, but they are nice feet.
“Can you stand up, Daddy?”
Legend nods, rising from the bed. I unbutton his jeans, slide the zipper down, then tug until I have them around his ankles. He sits again to let me get them off. My hands move to his legs, reveling in the soft hair covering the muscle underneath.
I’m well aware of the bulge growing between his legs, but I do my best to ignore it until I’ve finished undressing him.
“Can you lift your arms, please?”
He does, and I pull his shirt off. Legend stands again, and while I’m on my knees, I pull his boxers down. His cock isn’t fully hard yet, but it hangs heavy and plump against his balls.
“You are gorgeous, Daddy.”
“So are you, precious. Ready for a shower?”
I nod, taking his offered hand as I rise and follow him to the bathroom. While he starts the shower, I pull my clothes off, folding and setting them in a neat pile on a bench near the bathtub.
We step into the shower, and Legend immediately pulls me into him, pressing our chests together as he kisses my neck. His beard tickles my flesh, coaxing giggles from my lips. Legend’s hands move down my body, his fingers slipping between my ass cheeks. He falls to his knees, soaping up my dick and balls, and thoroughly washing my ass. Not only does it feel amazing, but I know the really good stuff happens after all of this.
“Do you like to be shaved, boy?”
A ripple moves through me just from the question. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good to know.” His fingers rubbing against my crack are driving me wild, and I shiver against him. “Mm, boy, you feel so good in my arms.”
Being with Legend still feels like a beautiful dream. He’s so much better than the man he portrayed on camera. I don’t want to push him to perform again, but this side of him, the softer caretaker, would be a hit. I just know it.
“It’s my favorite place to be.” I twist in his arms. “Can I wash you?”
He nods with a slight grunt. I recognize that sound. He’s turned on. I try not to let it go to my head that he feels this way about me.
I take the body wash, pouring a lot into my hand, then run my hands all over his broad, hairy chest and torso, down his thighs, then back up again to wash his cock that is now very much erect. I step behind him, washing his back and ass.
I get down on my knees, running my hands all over him. I rise slightly, just enough to press my face to his dick. He reaches down, tugging gently on my hair to pull my head back.
“Patience, boy.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I say with a giggle.
“Ready to get out?” he asks.
“Yes.”
We wrap ourselves in fluffy white towels and enter the bedroom, both of us climbing in the bed once we’re dry. Lying on our backs, cooling off under the ceiling fan, I bump my leg against his.
“What do you need, sweet boy?”
“I want to be closer to you.”
“Come closer then.”
Rolling to my side, I scoot next to him. He wraps his arm around me, tickling my back, and when I tilt my head up slightly, I find that I’m in the perfect position to suck his nipples. They are big and so biteable. I flick my tongue out, catching his attention.
“Can I suck, Daddy?”
“Mm, please.”
I move even closer, latching onto him and sucking gently. It’s relaxing to me. I love the feeling in my mouth. I don’t just suck. I swirl my tongue over it and play with his barbell between my teeth before I return to my gentle sucking. My free hand rolls his other nipple between my fingers.
Legend softly pants and moans. I can feel his erection growing against my thigh, and it lights me up inside that I’m making him feel so good.
“You like your nipples sucked, Daddy?”
“I guess I do. No one’s ever done it for more than a second or two.”
“Really? I love it. It makes me feel so relaxed.”
“Mm, so we should put this in the reward category.”
“Or in the ways to make Daddy feel like a king category.”
He chuckles. “Everything you do is in that category.”
“That makes me happy.”
Legend gazes down at me, then hoists me up so I’m high enough to kiss. I climb on top of him, straddling his thick body and giving myself to him. His hands slide down my back, resting on my ass. He squeezes, pulling my cheeks apart and pressing a finger to my entrance.
“What do you want tonight, sweet boy? What can Daddy give you?”
I study his face, the tentative request teasing my lips. He might say no, but the answer is always no if you don’t ask.
“Um…” I glance away.
“Use your words, boy.”
My head snaps up. “Can I eat your ass, Daddy?”
A surprised chuckle escapes his lips. “Angel face, but that mouth.”
I shrug. “Is that okay?”
“I love it.” He bounces me a little. “And yes, you can eat my ass.”
My eyes widen. “Sweet.”
I kiss my way from his mouth to his glorious cock. It’s leaking now, which is tempting, but I’m on a mission. Am I slightly obsessed with eating ass? Yes. Yes, I am.
Legend lifts his legs for me, and I dive right in, lapping at his hole as he murmurs my name. I’m just a wee bit gobsmacked the man allows things like this. On film, he’s never allowed anything more than a blowjob to be done to him. I’m almost dizzy with how special it makes me feel. I push away the idea that he’s a different lover in private and always did these things with his partners, holding onto the illusion that this is unique to us. I definitely can’t imagine Arian willingly licking an asshole.
“Fuck, boy,” Legend grunts. “Jesus.”
“Good, Daddy?” I lift my head, swiping my tongue on the underside of his cock.
“Perfect.”
Emboldened by his response, I focus on his balls, heavy and covered in soft hair. I suck them into my mouth, reveling for a moment in how it all feels—his cock pressed against my nose, his balls resting on my tongue, my finger rubbing his hole. It’s overload.
I turn my attention to his dick, thick and leaking precum. As I suck just the tip, I gaze up and find him watching me. His eyes are hooded, mouth slack, chest heavy with breath. Fuck, he’s gorgeous. I still can’t believe I’m here with him.
Returning to h
is hole, I suck and lick until Legend is literally writhing beneath me. He reaches down and grabs the base of his cock, squeezing hard.
“Come up here, boy.”
“Where, Daddy?”
“On my face.”
“Oh!” A shiver runs down my back as I scramble up his body and straddle his face. I rub the sensitive skin of my ass over his scruffy beard and moan from the sensation. When Legend grabs my hips and begins to rock me back and forth, I get the unspoken request and fuck myself on his hot mouth. He licks and bites at my hole, my balls, and my cock, until I’m a desperate mess.
“More, Daddy.”
“More what, boy?”
“Inside?”
“What?”
“Anything.”
Legend chuckles, twisting me around until I’m facing his dick. I happily suck it down my throat while he spreads my ass cheeks and fingers my hole.
“So fucking pretty,” Legend moans. “So perfect.”
I pop off his dick long enough to murmur, “Thank you, Daddy,” and then I dive in again.
“Do you like spankings, pretty boy?”
I moan. “Yes.”
“Mm, good. Daddy has wanted to spank this gorgeous ass all day.”
“Because I was bad?”
“No, baby, because you were so good. Would you like to count?”
“Yes,” I squeak. “Fuck, yes.”
“Me too. Ready?”
“Yes.”
“Keep Daddy’s cock in your mouth, okay, baby?”
I nod in agreement.
“And ask Daddy before you come.”
“Yes,” I mumble, mouth full of dick.
“Good boy.”
The words spread over me like warm syrup, filling all the dents and cuts left behind by careless men. I would do anything to hear them again.
His hand comes down with a smack, but not hard. I think it’s mostly to get my attention, which he definitely did.
“Count.”
“One.” I suckle the head of his cock. He moans then delivers another, much harder smack. “Two.”
He continues, alternating each cheek and telling me how beautiful I am in between each blow. He increases the intensity with each one, leaving me humping against him and nearly choking on his cock. When we get to ten, he buries his face between my legs, lavishing me with his hot tongue before pushing me forward until my face is pressed against the mattress.
