“Nick, this is Katy. She’s a pain in the ass.”
“Hi,” Nick said, trying to cover his tenting skirt.
“Hi, yourself. I’ve been dying to meet you.”
Nick licked his lips, struggling to bring his brain back online. “You’re the one who bedazzled my helmet, aren’t you?”
She nodded. “Yep. Jeo said you liked it.”
“Loved it,” he corrected and patted the couch. “Sit with us. Food’s almost ready.”
She plopped down, and Nick turned away from me. He told her he loved her hair, to which she replied how thick, heavy, and hard to dry it was. Nick gave her the name of a great hairstylist, and she complimented his outfit. When they began talking clothes, I was feeling properly disgruntled for being ignored. I’d get my revenge later. Nick’s reaction to my rough treatment hadn’t slipped by me. I’d seen how it had calmed him when he was freaking out, but I was a little surprised he liked it on the daily.
Nick jumped up when the oven dinged, and I knew he was still on edge.
“I’m starving!” He headed for the kitchen, Katy following.
“You’ve got to let it set, or it’ll be soupy,” I called after him.
“A few cooking lessons, and suddenly he’s Julia Child,” Nick muttered, and I smiled.
“How the fuck do you know who Julia Child is?” I asked.
“I used to watch reruns of her show with my grandmother.”
I heaved my ass off the couch and turned the TV off before ambling over to the big table that Katy was setting.
“Anyone else here?” she asked me.
“Mike’s upstairs.”
She set another place while I called up the steps to him. I thought he might not want to eat with us, but he surprised me by coming down.
“Smells really good,” he said, taking a seat beside Katy and across from me and Nick.
“Tell me, you two,” Nick said with a mischievous look in his eyes. “What’s it like to have Jeo living here? He’s a pain in the ass, right?”
Katy raised her brows. “What? No, not at all.”
“Jeo’s great,” Mike said.
“Surprised?” I asked Nick.
“Not at all,” he said and poked at his salad.
“Liar,” I mouthed at him when he looked up, and he grinned. I wondered, though. I was sure he’d expected something different. I couldn’t blame him. He was only taking my word that I’d changed.
After lunch was over and we’d cleaned up, Nick said goodbye to Katy, who was heading back to work. Mike had already gone upstairs.
Nick leaned against me. “Wanna go up to your room and fool around?”
I kissed the top of his head. “Naughty boy. That wouldn’t be a good idea.”
Nick frowned. “But we did it before.” He squirmed against me.
“We shouldn’t have. Not here where I work.”
Nick pouted. “You’re no fun.”
“Months ago, you told me I was immature and reckless,” I reminded him.
“Yeah, but I’m so horny, and it’s all your fault, Daddy.”
I gathered him close and kissed him, my hand running from the top of his thigh up under his skirt. Nick smiled against my mouth, then moaned when I squeezed his ass cheek just before smacking it.
“I have to be here again tonight,” I said, letting him go, “but tomorrow night let’s go out.”
“Out? Where?”
“Let’s go to The Banana. It’s super-oldies night.”
Nick’s eyes lit up. “Oh my God! I know a bunch of old dances.”
“Good. We’ll set the dance floor on fire.” I grinned at how excited Nick was.
Nick clapped his hands. “This is going to be great!” Something passed over his face, like he was remembering something.
“What is it? You already have plans tomorrow night?” The idea took a bite out of my good mood.
“No. It’s just I remembered something. Would you be willing to go to a thing at Lux with me in a couple weeks?”
“What kind of thing?” I asked.
“A Daddy/boy dinner and dance,” he said, looking uncertain. Did he think I wouldn’t want to go with him? Or was he questioning our relationship? Either way, I wasn’t going to disappoint him.
“Sure, sounds fun.”
Nick looked at me dubiously. “It does?”
I nodded. Gripping the back of his neck, I brought his face close to mine. “Can’t wait to show off my boy.”
The blue of Nick’s eyes deepened. I’d learned how much he loved my approval, and I was glad to give it to him. I kissed him, hard and deep, before letting him go. “I have some work to do, but I’ll pick you up tomorrow at six. We can have a quick dinner before we go to The Banana. Oh, and no touching yourself before then.”
Looking a little drunk on our kiss, Nick nodded and then blinked. “What? But Daddy…”
I smacked his sweet tush again. “No arguing.”
He made an angry little growl before jumping away. I watched him sashay out the door, wishing I could get under that skirt but knowing the wait would be worth it.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Nick
I’d never laughed so hard in my life. My stomach hurt and my eyes watered from the crazy stories Jeo had regaled me with through dinner about his first year in America. It had been a real date, and I’d had such a good time. I still was. With some degree of wonder, I realized I hadn’t had that lonely feeling in a while.
I squirmed a little on Jeo’s bike as we rode to The Banana, my cock struggling to get hard in its silicone cage. God, I got so horny being caged up until my Daddy decided to let me loose. It was kinky torture.
The DJ at the club played the Supremes, the Four Tops, the Beatles, and a legion of other great artists. Jeo shocked me with all the different dances he knew. We fucking dominated the floor, doing the Jitterbug and the Lindy Hop, which Jeo knew several variations of. People formed a circle around us to watch and clap. But things really heated up when Axel called out to the DJ to play something Jeo and I could Salsa to. Sex on legs, Jeo could really Salsa. It had been a while, but I was a quick study, and Jeo made it easy. Dancing with him was one of the most erotic things I’d ever done in public. And the whole time, a weird ache started up in my chest that got stronger and stronger as the night wore on.
When we got back to my place in the wee hours of the morning, and Jeo began taking me apart piece by piece, I was ready for anything. He could ask me to fuck him anywhere anyway, and I would have done it. It was scary the hold he had on me.
“I’d like to get you in front of my club brothers like this,” he whispered in my ear. “Let them see how hot you are for me. What you’d be willing to do for me.” He nipped at my neck. “Because you’d do anything, wouldn’t you, boy?”
Had he read my mind? Jeo was the king of dirty talk, and it made me so hot.
I groaned and tried to turn to face him, but he wouldn’t let me. We were standing by the window, and he pulled back the curtains. I shivered. Outside, the city lights lay before us. Jeo nudged me closer to the window, one big hand rubbing roughly at my chest and stomach, occasionally grazing the cage before moving upward again.
“Wonder if anyone can see us up here? See my boy all naked and caged up for Daddy.” He tweaked my nipple, and I jumped. “Glad you wore your little rings for me, boy.” He tugged one hard enough to make me cry out. “I’d like to get a chain for these. What do you think about that?”
I nodded, unable to speak, my eyes on the traffic outside.
“Knee on the window sill,” Jeo said, and I complied. I heard the snap of the lube, which Jeo must have had in his pocket. The thought that he’d carried it around all night, ready to fuck me anywhere, turned me on. He’d inserted a plug into my ass in the bathroom at the club, and he teased it out of me now. The torture the plug and the cage had inflicted on me while we danced had me cross-eyed with lust and anticipation. When Jeo slid his finger into me, I moaned.
“Open
your eyes, baby.” God, I loved it when he called me baby. Too much. “Look out at all the people. Some of them are sure to catch sight of you standing here naked, my fingers up your ass.” He slid a second finger in and fucked me with them. I moaned, catching the reflection of my face in the window, not surprised at how wrecked I looked.
“You’ve been waiting patiently for Daddy’s cock, haven’t you?”
“N-not so patiently, Daddy,” I said.
“But you know you have to wait for Daddy to have your ass first, right, boy?”
A euphoric thrill rushed up my spine. Royce had never been rough enough with me. He’d never made me feel like this. I’d never been able to be the boy I wanted to be with him. Jeo made me feel desirable, sexy.
“You want Daddy to fuck you, boy? Right in front of this window?” Jeo whispered against my cheek, breath hot. “The city watching me take you, caged and unable to come?”
“Yeeesss…” I hissed.
Although I doubted even one person would look up and see me—and they’d probably need binoculars to get a good look—the idea made me so horny, my cock valiantly fought the cage only to be forced to remain limp. Jeo’s fingers on my prostate had me gasping and grabbing the sides of the window.
Jeo growled in my ear and removed his fingers.
“You know how big Daddy is.” He ran his cock along my taint, past my balls, until the tip pushed against the cage. Oh, I definitely knew. “You sure you want it?”
“Yes, Daddy…” I couldn’t catch my breath.
The head of his cock pressed against my opening before popping inside. He held it there for a moment, hands running over my body, avoiding my silicone-encased cock.
My heart beat hard against my ribcage as I waited for him to begin thrusting into me. He pushed my chest forward so my nipples hit the cold glass and held me there a long, tortuous minute before finally sliding in to the hilt. I arched my back and shouted, his cock burning a blazing trail inside my body.
“Oh, God.” I panted and gritted my teeth as he slid out and then in again. I reached up and circled my arms around Jeo’s neck.
“This what you want?” he growled in my ear before licking it from lobe to tip. “To be plowed by Daddy’s big dick?”
I could only nod. He began fucking me hard, our eyes meeting in the reflection in the window. Christ, so hot.
Lifting me off my feet, Jeo took me to the couch, shoving my face into the cushions, and resumed pumping his hips rapidly. I sobbed into the cushion.
“Think Daddy’s gonna come fast?” he asked, voice scratchy as he continued to slam into my hole. “You should know better, boy.”
Although Jeo had been rough with me when I was out of control, I hadn’t expected him to carry it into our regular sex life. I loved it. Needed more. Needed to show him how much I loved it.
“Please let me come, Daddy,” I begged, and Jeo growled, hammering me even harder. I tried to brace myself with my arms as the onslaught intensified, but my hands kept slipping on the cushions. My prostate was swollen and tender, sending jolts of longing from my groin to the tip of my spine.
“Daddy first,” Jeo said between clenched teeth. As he continued fucking me,I began to think he never would come. My hole was getting sore, but God it felt so good. I loved him using me like this. Was this what I’d wanted all along? And it had to be Jeo Mendoza who finally gave it to me?
Jeo pulled my hair and yelled as he tensed, his thrusts suddenly becoming erratic. When he sank over me, I wanted to cry, I was so fucking horny.
“Daddy…”
Jeo pressed a kiss to the middle of my back before straightening and pulling out.
Then he swept me into his arms and flopped onto the couch with me straddling him.
“Put your arms behind your back, boy. Let Daddy made you come.”
He unlocked the cage with the key he kept on a leather band on his wrist and tugged at my needy cock slowly and tortuously, using the spunk dripping out of me to ease the way, while I moaned and whimpered at how good it felt to finally be touched.
“Look Daddy in the eyes,” Jeo ordered.
Somehow, in the midst of the pleasure rolling through me, I managed to do it.
“Who owns you?” he asked.
“You,” I whispered, meaning it. It was more than a game. More than just sex. At least to me, at that moment. Tears sprang to my eyes as Jeo sped up his strokes on my cock. I pumped my hips, fucking his hand, and then let go, shooting ropes of cum over his abdomen and chest.
We lay together on the couch for what felt like a long time, Jeo running his hand up and down my back and occasionally kissing the top of my head.
“So good, Daddy,” I murmured into his chest so he’d know how much I’d liked it.
Eventually, Jeo said, “It’s late. Wish I didn’t have to go, but I have to be at Rainbow House.”
When I sat up, he ran his finger down my cheek. “I loved dancing with you tonight. We’ll have to do it again soon.”
I smiled and climbed off him. “Me too.”
****
At almost nine, after a precious few hours of sleep, I had just gotten out of the shower when someone knocked on my door.
I opened it to find Tony there wearing a baggy pair of sweatpants and a holey T-shirt so faded I couldn’t read the words on the front.
“Hey,” I said. “What are you doing here?”
“Cane and I need to take the day off. Can you reschedule anything we’ve got?” He handed me one of the two cups of coffee he was holding.
“Sure. I don’t think you’re booked with anything until two.”
“Well, if you can’t reschedule it, we might be able to make it, but try.”
“What are you doing dressed like you fell out of a Goodwill bag?” I asked, letting him in.
He grinned. “This is the kind of thing you wear when you’re moving.”
I stopped in the middle of the living room. “What? Really? You moved into Cane’s apartment?” Cane had a suite of rooms on the same floor as mine that he’d occasionally used when he’d worked for his cousin.
“No, one of the larger, newer apartments on the ninth floor. I purposely suggested an apartment on the other side of the building, so we wouldn’t have to hear you and Jeo banging.”
“I’m sure you heard enough of Jeo banging when you shared a room with him,” I said, trying hard to keep the jealously out of my voice.
I must not have been successful because Tony said, “Well, you’re the only one he’s banging now.”
I ignored that. “Seems like it’s only fair you should hear us anyway after I’ve had to listen to you two in Cane’s office.
We sat down on the couch, and Tony slipped off his sneakers and curled his feet under him before looking around my apartment. “Something’s different. Where’s the lamp?”
“I had a little accident,” I said vaguely.
Tony raised a brow in question.
“I might have thrown it.”
“You threw it? You didn’t throw it at Jeo, did you?”
“No. But Jeo was here. It was after the party for my grandmother. I got a little out of control after dealing with my father.” I was surprised that I didn’t really feel anything talking about it.
“Uh, oh. How did Jeo react?”
Blood rushed to my face when I remembered how Jeo had reacted. “He was cool. He helped me calm down,” I said hoarsely.
“I told you he could be a great guy,” Tony said.
I nibbled on my lip.
“What’s wrong?” Tony set his cup on the table. “Jeo’s being good to you, right?”
“Yeah, he’s fine. He’s good. We’re good.” I glanced at him. I needed to get this out. “I just don’t know what to expect. What we’re doing is supposed to be for fun, but sometimes it seems so…real.”
Tony smiled. “That’s a good thing, right? I mean, you’ve liked him a long time. So, aren’t you happy he likes you back?”
I sighed. “I don�
�t know what to think. It’s confusing. Jeo doesn’t do monogamy. We all know it. Only now he says he does because he’s through sleeping around. So I can’t tell myself he’s doing it because of me—like I cured him of wanting to sleep with other people. He said we’d do this until it wasn’t fun anymore. And we are having fun. But sometimes, the way he is with me—it seems like more. But I can’t be sure. It’s a mind fuck.” I hugged one of the throw pillows to me and picked at the tassel.
“Maybe you should say something,” Tony said. “Talk to him.”
“And have him laugh at me? Or worse, pity me? No thanks. I’ll just keep my mouth shut.”
“He’s not going to laugh at you,” Tony said softly.
I side-eyed him. “You don’t know that.”
“Nick, Jeo’s a good guy. Like a brother to me. Sure, he’s done his share of sleeping around, but I’ve never known him to be cruel about it.”
“Okay. I can agree with that. He’s not a jerk. But if he just wants to have fun it means this is going to end sometime. And that’s going to hurt.”
Tony finished his coffee. “Look. All I can say is I think you should be honest with him, even if that means telling him you have feelings.” He stood. “I have to get back and help Cane, or we’ll have to take tomorrow off too. We’ll talk later, okay?” He studied me a moment. “Cheer up, will you? You don’t know Jeo isn’t falling for you. You said it seems real.”
I couldn’t be so lucky. No, I was falling more and more hopelessly in love while Jeo was having fun exploring Daddy play and being kinky.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Jeo
“Here, have a cold one,” Blaze said, handing me a beer.
“Thanks, Bossman,” I took a drink from the cold bottle. “What happened to your eye?”
“Nasty right hook from one of the fuckers running that dog fight we busted up the other night. The other guy looks a lot worse, of course.”
I grinned. “Goes without saying. I would’ve helped with that if I’d gotten your message in time.”
Blaze sat on the couch and spread his arms along the back. “I get it. You were fucking your boyfriend. Happens to the best of us. No need to explain.”
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