by M. A. Innes
Shit.
“Sure.” There wasn’t much else I could say.
Kyle had managed to get himself under control and stuck out his hand to my father. “Nice to meet you, sir.”
I should have known he’d understand what to do. He was always the guy in school who could charm any teacher and who everyone loved. My parents were no exception. My dad smiled as they shook hands and seemed to relax.
What had he been expecting?
Mom wasn’t so quick to let her guard down, but she gave Kyle a small forced smile and shook his hand. “Come sit down in the living room. Are you thirsty? Hungry?”
“No, but thank you. I thought I’d actually take Nick out to get something to eat before work if that would be okay.” Kyle looked so nice and so perfectly innocent. I wanted to poke him and see where my Kyle was. It was weird.
“I’m sure that will be fun.” She sat down on the loveseat with Dad, gesturing to the matching blue couch.
We took a seat about a foot apart and waited awkwardly for the questioning to begin. There was no way to predict what they would ask. I had a feeling their internet research hadn’t stopped, and I wasn’t sure what she was actually curious about.
“So tell me about your family.” My stomach flip-flopped. That wasn’t the innocent start she probably intended. Not sure if holding Kyle’s hand would be out of place, I let my leg relax so my foot could touch his. It wasn’t much, but I hoped he knew what I wanted to do.
“My father owns Parkinson Security, and my mother is involved in several local charities.” His words were even but I could hear the tension.
Mom seemed to miss it but Dad gave Kyle a deeper look. He always figured things out first. Mom only saw what she wanted most of the time, but Dad was one of those people who always saw more than you hoped he did. It was beyond frustrating.
“That’s nice.” She shifted in her seat and gave my dad an irritated look when he cleared his throat. Ignoring him, she pressed forward. “How have they taken your relationship with Nicholas?”
“Not as well as I’d hoped.” Kyle pressed his foot tighter against mine, but that was the only thing that gave his stress away. “They worry about appearances, you know.”
That made my mother sit up. Nothing made her more nuts than someone not doing everything they could for their children. Evidently, that included accepting their sexuality now. “That’s terrible. Why, do you know how many gay young men commit suicide every year because their families aren’t supportive? The statistics are shocking, I can’t believe—”
“Louise!” Dad finally spoke up, stopping the rant midstream.
She straightened in her seat and gave him another look. “Well, that’s not the point. I’m very sorry they’re not more accepting. Everything I’ve read says that,” she paused to think, “LGBTQA youth need support and an environment where they can talk about important issues and their sexuality without stigma.”
I wanted to crawl under the couch.
“Can we not talk about that?” I should have kept my mouth shut, but it popped out.
Kyle snickered and kicked my foot. Probably trying to get me to behave. “Sorry.”
“Thank you for your understanding, ma’am. My parents aren’t as open-minded as you. Luckily, school starts in a few weeks so it won’t be long until I can move out.” Kyle had her eating from his hand. She gave him the first honest look since he’d arrived, worry and concern clear for what she was imagining was an awful situation.
“That’s terrible. I know that Nick is very worried about living on his own.”
I am?
“I can’t imagine him looking forward to leaving home like that.”
She can’t?
Sometimes I worried for her sanity. Sometimes I worried for mine.
“Not everyone has a strong support system like you’ve given Nick.” He sounded so perfect. Mom would like him more than me at the rate we were going.
She paused for a moment then charged ahead. I was worried what she was going to say, but it was actually sweet. “Are you safe at your parents’ house? If you need somewhere to stay…” Her voice trailed off but Kyle couldn’t have been happier about the offer.
“Thank you. It should be all right. We discussed things earlier. I think they’re going to leave me alone until it’s time for me to move out. I appreciate the offer though.” Kyle was much more relaxed than when he’d first arrived. I wondered how much of it was just having space from his family and how much was knowing mine didn’t hate him.
“I’m sure the boys are done being grilled, Louise.” Dad had a smile that said he wasn’t being too serious, but my mother just huffed and ignored him.
“You have school paid for? I know you said that you were waiting to head to college.” She gave him a worried look, and I knew she was picturing all kinds of terrible things. Her imagination was either working overtime, or she’d been looking at some crazy shit online.
“I’m lucky. That’s already been handled, and it would be almost impossible for them to withdraw the funds.” Kyle looked more confident now, like the money was easier to talk about than the other stuff.
“That’s good. I’m glad you have that taken care of. Some of the stories…” Her voice trailed off, and she shook her head.
Glancing over at Dad, I gave him a wide-eyed look. He needed to monitor what she was watching online. This was even worse than when she’d started obsessing about the chemicals in our food and made everyone eat organic for six months. He gave me a nod which I hoped meant he was going to start trying to talk her down before it got completely out of control.
She worried too much more and I might not get to go to college without some kind of bodyguard.
“Boys, why don’t you go upstairs and figure out where you’ll have dinner? You don’t have that much more time before I’m sure you need to head out.” My dad had good intentions, but his statement was like waving a red flag in front of a bull.
“Upstairs? Together?” She shook her head. “I’m not sure that would be…maybe with the door open, I guess…”
I didn’t like the look she was giving us.
“Louise.” My dad shook his head. “They’re heading to college soon.”
“But if it was a young woman, I wouldn’t let him have the door closed either, so I’m not sure why I need to modify the rules.” She frowned at Dad, digging in her feet. I could see her point, but she was missing some of the important differences.
“Boys, you head upstairs while we talk.” Dad took her hand, giving us a nod.
Not wanting to hear how the conversation would go, I grabbed Kyle’s hand and started dragging him out of the room and back toward the stairs. I could hear the whispered words coming from the living room.
Kyle found the whole thing hilarious and couldn’t resist making a low comment. “I guess he’s not worried about me getting pregnant or you taking advantage of me.”
I missed the bottom step on the stairs and would have fallen if Kyle hadn’t reached out to catch me. Laughing like a maniac, he pulled me close. Gasping for breath, he waited until I was steady then pushed me toward the stairs.
“Do I need to hold your hand?” He gave my butt a swat as I started to walk. I ignored how good it felt and tried to concentrate on putting one foot in front of the other.
“No! Just don’t say shit like that.” I glanced back toward the living room as I headed up the stairs.
“I think your dad already figured out that part. I wouldn’t worry about it.” Kyle was still snickering, but I was grossed out.
“Stop. I’m going to pretend my parents aren’t talking about my sex life, and you’re going to let me.” Didn’t he know that this was how it was supposed to work?
He snorted. “I’m supposed to let you live in denial?”
“Yes. That’s what good boyfriends do.” I shook my finger down toward the living room. “Unless I get completely out of hand. Then you get to step in and make me see reality. We are not at that po
int yet.”
“Got it.” Still laughing as we shut the door to my room and locked it, he pulled me close, tossing his backpack into the corner. “You know your family is nuts, right?”
His body was warm against mine and I loved the way he crowded me. It made it hard to think. “Yes. I tried to warn you.”
“It’s better than my parents freaking out.” He tightened his arms around me and leaned his head against mine. “My parents lost it. They tried telling me they wouldn’t put up with me being gay.”
“What did you say?”
“I threatened to let everyone know how homophobic they were and explained how it wouldn’t be good for their business. They backed off, but I won’t feel better until I’m out of the house.” He started laughing again, pushing aside his worries. “If your mother doesn’t want us up here with the door closed, what’s she going to say when she finds out we’re living together this fall?”
“Oh, don’t say that in the house. She’s going to go nuts.” I relaxed into his arms. “Are you sure about that?”
“Yes. It was the only good thing to happen today. The letter came in the mail. It has you listed and talked about move-in dates and stuff. You should get yours soon.” His hands started wandering down my back and this time when my stomach tightened, it wasn’t because of nerves—at least, not the bad kind.
When his hands finally worked their way down to my ass, I held my breath waiting to see what he would do. He gripped me firmly, pulling me close so my cock was pressed against his body. I gasped and my hips thrust forward trying to get more friction. I’d been horny since I’d left his house the night before, and it all came rushing back.
“Please.” Gasping, I tried to stay still, but it was impossible.
“I think we said that you wanted to come. Didn’t we?” He growled out the words, sending shivers down my spine making me gasp again.
He loved it. “You’re my needy little slut.”
It wasn’t a question, but I nodded anyway. I had to have him. “Please. I’m yours.”
Chapter 10
Kyle
God, I loved it when he said that. I wanted to tattoo him with Property of Kyle and let everyone know he was mine. Totally insane—but that was how he’d always made me feel, and I didn’t want it to change. The way he responded and never hid how I made him feel was incredible. I’d never experienced anything like it.
He was my addiction.
I finally got what people meant when they talked about cigarettes or drugs. I’d always had enough shit going on that I’d never felt the need to add other problems to my life. I was starting to understand that feeling.
I wasn’t going to give him up without a fight.
Not for his parents or mine. Not for anything. How many times in your life did you meet someone who was perfect for you? Someone who opened you up to parts of yourself that you’d never expected to see? Someone who wanted you so desperately that they opened all the crazy parts of themselves for you to see?
“I haven’t forgotten what you need, slut.” Even to me, I sounded dark and aroused.
Giving his ass another swat while a shiver went through him, I growled low. “Stop that. Do you get to play with yourself?”
His hips stilled, but he looked confused. “Rubbing your little cock on my leg, slut. Do you get to come like that?”
Still looking at me with that lost expression, it took him a minute to find his brain. “No. Not without being told to.”
Oh, that sounded hot.
“Is that what you want, slut? Do you want to rut against my leg until you come? Show me just how needy you are? What a dirty boy you are?”
His mouth opened and closed but nothing came out. Finally, a breathy moan escaped. “Sir.”
That one word was all he could manage. It was enough for me to know how erotic he found the idea though. “Show me, slut.” I shifted so I could slide one leg between his. He’d loved being trapped against the wall like that. I wanted to see if he would like this just as much.
Pulling his body tightly against mine, his crotch started slowly rubbing high against my leg. The height difference would make some positions harder for us, but it was perfect in that moment. Letting my fingers dig into the muscles of his ass, I encouraged him to go faster. I wanted to see him lost in pleasure and embarrassment.
“Faster. I know you want more than that. Show me how needy you are.” My voice was demanding and almost cruel, but I knew how much he loved it. He sank deeper into that blissful place inside him and he ground himself against me harder and faster. Completely lost to anything but the pleasure and the humiliation.
My beautiful slut.
Shaking and moaning so loud I had to kiss him to swallow the perfect sound, he was coming completely unraveled. I wasn’t done with him yet though. One day I would make him finish like that though because watching him, it was one of the hottest things I’d ever seen.
When I reached down and stopped his hips, his pleading whine was almost musical. I loved making him crazy. I was going to make him even more nuts before we were done. “On the bed, slut. Go lie down.”
Keeping my voice low, I had to repeat myself twice before the words broke through to reach wherever his brain had gone. It took him even longer to make his body behave and move toward the bed. I just watched, my grin probably a little wicked because he was cute, and I knew his reactions were only going to get better.
When he reached the bed, he scrambled up then looked over at me for instructions. “Lay down in the middle.”
As he situated himself, face up and still on the bed, I started to walk over slowly. He watched me like I was a lion and he was some kind of rabbit but that wasn’t the way I was going to eat him. He was close though.
Crawling up, I stretched out over him on all fours, letting him feel even smaller and probably helpless. Another sexy shiver raced through him and his breathing came out in little pants. I watched him for a moment, and something had him getting even more excited because he squeaked out a whimper, and his hips thrust up again but this time, there wasn’t anything to press against.
“Bad slut.”
He moaned, low and desperate. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Sir.”
I felt almost cruel, but it was tempered with the need to make him fly with pleasure. Days ago I would have worried about it, but I was done questioning how he made me feel. “Good boy.”
His muscles jerked and spasmed. I would have thought he’d come, but he just shook and his back strained, his hands desperately gripping the bedcovers. “You can’t come yet.”
“Yes, Sir. I won’t. I’ll be good.”
Moving down his body, I wanted those to be the last sentences that he would be able to say coherently. I was going to blow his mind. Kneeling over his legs, I reached out for the button on his jeans. Closing his eyes as I pulled down the zipper, he started breathing fast in shallow puffs and I thought he might hyperventilate.
“Slowly. I can’t let you come if you’re being naughty.” His eyes snapped open, and he made a conscious effort to steady his reactions. “Good boy.”
We had safewords. I was trusting him to use them or at least let me see if something was wrong. At that moment, all I could see in him was nervous excitement and need, so I kept going. Pulling his pants and underwear down with one jerk, I saw how hard he was, precum making his dick wet.
I tossed his jeans to the floor but I kept his underwear. The white briefs should have looked innocent but wet with precum, they looked naughty and I knew he’d be embarrassed. His face flushed red but his cock never softened. If anything, he got even harder.
“Such a bad boy. Getting your clothes all dirty and wet.” His face got even redder but his hips thrust up and his cock jerked, drawing my attention back to the wet tip. “Naughty slut. Only dirty boys walk around with erections in their pants.”
I brought one hand down to stroke the length of his cock and he started to shake again. He was going to come at any minute, but not befor
e I got to play with what I’d been fantasizing about. His pretty little cock.
Moving down his body, I pushed his legs apart and spread him wide. Being open to me must’ve pushed his buttons too, because every reaction was magnified. He watched me and I felt like that lion again, lying down to devour the timid rabbit.
Aggressively moving his legs apart even wider, I pushed them up until they were cradled against his chest and he automatically moved his hands to hold them. Vulnerable and exposed, he only looked more beautiful.
I had no idea what I was doing, but I had a feeling it wouldn’t matter to him. Licking the tender skin under his balls, I flicked my tongue back and forth over his taint. I’d almost lick his clenched hole then I’d come back up and tease at the underside of his balls. Never giving him exactly what he wanted.
When his moans were getting loud enough that I was worried his parents would hear, I brought my head up. “You’re a loud little slut. Grab the pillow so I don’t have to stop playing. If I have to stop using my slut because you’re too loud, you’ll be punished.”
That didn’t seem to make him any quieter; the threat just turned him on even more, but he did grab one of the pillows off his bed and bring it over to muffle the sounds. Going back to exploring him, I slid my hands under his ass and lifted him off the bed slightly. The angle was easier on my neck but it also seemed to make Nick even crazier.
My dirty slut loved being on display and was begging for more. I wasn’t going to rush though. I never quite rimmed him but I got close enough that I could tell how much he was going to like it when I actually did it. Running my tongue around his balls, I moved up to tease around his shaft.
Little nibbles made him shake, and tender kisses had him pleading for things that didn’t make sense. It was random words and needy sounds that made him seem desperate—like he’d do anything as long as he got to orgasm.
When I finally ran my tongue up the underside of his cock, I thought he’d fly right off the bed. The pillow didn’t even muffle all the noises flooding out of him. Licking the head, I pressed into his slit with the tip of my tongue and he made strangled noises like I was killing him slowly.
