Sweet Success: East Coast Sugar Daddies: Book 2

by Bates, Austin

  “Ah-ah,” Theo said, a moan and a hitch of breath. “Fuck. If I touch my head, I’ll burst.”

  “Don’t. Not yet. Stay with me.” I slid my hand down to the base of my shaft and moved slowly upward, the heat of my desire intensifying. “I’m stroking my cock, thinking of you. Slowly. If I was with you, I’d have my hand wrapped around you, holding tight. I’d kiss you, over and over. My tongue in your mouth. Rubbing on yours. Fucking to the back of your mouth. I want all of you. All for myself.”

  Theo breathed rapidly in my ear, and I heard the soft sounds of skin-on-skin contact. His bed creaked. I picked up my pace, trying to match him, gritting my teeth to keep from cumming first. We were dancers, the two of us, in a slow back and forth ballet that could so easily spiral out of control. I didn’t want that to happen until I could hold back no longer. For now, I let the fire inside me swirl and coil in on itself, building, while keeping it in check as best as I could.

  “If you were here,” Theo panted, “I’d… I’d have my mouth on your cock. I bet you taste so good. I bet you’d fill my mouth, hit the back of my throat. I’d suck you. I’d suck hard.”

  As he talked about sucking me, I moved my hand up to the tip of my shaft and gave myself quick little tugs to mimic suction. “Would you lick me? Lick my cock?”

  “Like a lollipop. Over and over. Up and down. I’d suck you and suck you, and swallow your hot cum as it… Ooh,” he moaned, his words abruptly faltering. I heard his bed creak more, louder, faster. His breathing picked up, interspersed with whimpers that spoke to the alpha in me.

  I stroked myself faster, my hand tightening as I went up my shaft, causing heat to start to rise from my balls. My hips bucked, slapping against my wrist, the sudden movement of my hand almost enough to trick me into feeling Theo right here beside me with his body pushed up against mine.

  “Win!” Theo cried. “I…”

  “Cum for me,” I growled. “Cum for me.”

  “I’m cumming!”

  His breathing turned harsh and desperate, and then dissolved into a series of deep moans. I closed my eyes and listened, letting his desire transfer over to me. I came suddenly, heat pulsing from my body, my cum spurting, covering my hand.

  My yell of ecstasy ended just as I became aware I was crying out, the sexual haze in my mind thickening and abating in foggy spasms. My body shuddered, the muscles in my legs aching from how tensed up I had been.

  “Theo?” I murmured.

  No sound.

  Peeling my eyes open, still caught in the aftermath of my orgasm, it took me a moment to realize I’d dropped the phone. I picked it up, watching my hand descend as if through water. “Theo?”

  “Oh, Quinton,” he sighed. “I… I’ve never done that before.”

  Even having figured that out, my heart warmed to hear it. “Could have fooled me. You were amazing. You made me cum, Theo.”

  There was silence on the other end. I sensed an awkwardness in the quiet, no doubt as a result of the fading sexual drive which had been guiding us up until now. I could almost hear him asking, “Where do we go from here?”

  “You don’t have to be shy. We both wanted that. We both came. And now we’ll both sleep well.”

  Theo laughed a little. “You’re right. It’s silly to be embarrassed. Do you think we can do it again?”

  “Now?”

  “No! Some other time?”

  “Theo,” I said, “anytime you want to do that with me, I’ll drop whatever I’m busy with and run to the nearest private room.”

  I’m putting that power in your hands. Do you realize that? Are you starting to see that being omega, being new, being shy, isn’t a bad thing? We all start somewhere. And I’m honored to be here with you for it.

  “I should call you in the middle of a meeting,” he joked.

  I smiled. “You could if you wanted. You’d be doing me a favor, saving me from a meeting like that.”

  He started to respond, and then yawned. “Geez, I’m sorry. I don’t know where that came from. I swear I’m young and full of energy.”

  “It’s been a long day for both of us. We should get some rest.”

  “I’ll go to sleep, but I don’t know if it’ll be restful. I’ll probably be dreaming of you all night long.”

  I tilted my head, wondering if I’d imagined the slight break between sentences, the shift in mood as if to cover up negativity. Well, I wasn’t exactly the most perceptive after sex, so I decided to chalk it up to Theo experiencing a post-orgasm shiver. “I’ll be thinking of you as I fall asleep.”

  And I did. After we said goodnight, I curled up on the couch, surrounded by the smell of my own sex, and thought about him and where I wanted to take him for our next date.

  9

  Theo

  Wow. Just… wow.

  There weren’t any other words to adequately summarize how amazing that experience with Quinton had been. Just phone sex, unplanned, and probably unoriginal in terms of how we’d done it, but damn. Amazing. His words, soft and deep, breathed right into the speaker, let me imagine him in the bed right beside me, our bodies tangled around each other as we fondled and fucked.

  I lay on my back, looking up at the ceiling, where I’d been ever since I came. I didn’t want to move. Moving would break the illusion that he was here with me, maybe in the bathroom cleaning up, definitely not far away at all. Tremors ran through my arms and legs, my fingers quivering from the aftershocks that eventually faded. The high of sexual tension I’d been riding ever since dinner disappeared, the fall like the floor collapsing underneath my feet. The darkness of my mood, the dread of the baby in my stomach, emerged to cast a shadow on the experience.

  Sighing, I pushed myself out of bed and got to my feet to get ready for bed. Did all pregnant omegas feel like this, as if they were on a roller coaster of ups and downs, or was this unique to me? I needed to do some research on what to expect.

  Not tonight. Tonight, just let me… Just let me hold onto the little bit of happiness. You don’t mind, do you, baby? You want your daddy to be happy, right?

  I rubbed my stomach and climbed into the shower to wash off my cum and sweat, and the smell of sex. I didn’t change the sheets on my bed though -as if I had more than one set of sheets- and the scent of musk surrounded me again as I returned. Closing my eyes, I buried my face in the pillow and imagined it was Quinton’s neck.

  The next morning came way, way too soon. Strong sunlight slanted in through the window, right in my eyes as soon as I opened them again. I groaned and grabbed the covers, pulling them up over my head. “Dammit…”

  Why did real life have to interfere? Why couldn’t I keep dreaming? Quinton had been kneeling in front of me, kissing my rounded stomach, and…

  I sat up fast and slapped my palm to my forehead, and winced at the sharp sting of pain. Never mind. Everything sucked, waking and dreaming. No matter what, I was wanting something I could never have.

  I checked my phone and saw two messages from Quinton, a morning greeting and a question. He wanted to know if I had a passport. I hadn’t ever even flown in a plane before. What was he planning? I pushed that thought out of my mind. I’d answer later. It was too early to get tangled up in that same old knot of enjoying myself, and being guilty for enjoying myself when I should have been focused solely on the end goal of making money.

  I padded into the bathroom and brushed my teeth. Spitting out the mouthful of foam, I reached for the faucet knob and saw a blinking reflection in the mirror, coming from outside the doorway and on the bed. Another message?

  My heart in my throat, I clutched at my emotions to keep them under wraps and checked the message. My jaw almost hit the floor when I saw who it was from this time.

  Christie.

  “i 4give u 4 being bad at dancing.” That was followed by an emoji of a woman in a red dress, presumably the next-best-thing to a ballerina she could find in her phone. “Wanna meet up 4 skool?”

  I thought of my failure to learn that one
step at class. What had been so important at the time now barely had any significance; I could hardly remember it, it felt like so long ago. Christie wanted to meet up though, so that was a good thing. I could talk to her about my date, maybe. She loved gossiping.

  I grabbed my bag and hurried down to the lobby in time to see her approach. I pushed through the doorway and held out my arms, hoping for a hug. Better get those while I could, before I got too pregnant to hide my baby bump during an embrace.

  Christie stopped in front of me and eyed me up and down. “Maybe you weren’t kidding the other day when you said you felt bad. You look even worse today.” Then, she hugged me.

  I squeezed her, too happy to get rid of my dopey smile before we let go of each other. “I feel worse,” I admitted, and it was true. Last night’s events had tired me out emotionally, and every athlete knew emotions were physically draining.

  Christie started walking and I hurried to keep up despite my tiredness. I let her, and my instincts, make most of the decisions about where to walk and when to cross the street. My brain was too fuzzy to keep up with everything going on all at once, what with my hurricane of emotions and the whirlwind of usual morning activity on the streets.

  “I guess this is a bad time to mention Damien?”

  The mere thought of the guy who got me pregnant made the world dim a few shades, as if a storm was gathering overhead. “What about him?”

  “I saw him at the club last night.” Christie fiddled with her hair, seeming uncharacteristically uncomfortable. “He was with some other guy. I’m sorry, Theo. I guess he’s not interested.”

  I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to stave off a headache. Can pregnant people take aspirin?

  “Whatever. He can do whatever he wants. I lost interest, too.”

  A guy like that didn’t deserve to get involved with a baby. The little one growing inside me might have half of his DNA, but he or she was 100% mine.

  Still, the word remained dark and I screwed up so much during class the instructor looked flabbergasted. “What has gotten into you? No, what’s gotten out of you? What are you lacking these days, Theo, to make you perform so inadequately?”

  He was more correct with the first question.

  10

  Quinton

  A week passed, time flying by as I attempted to balance work, dates with Theo, and thoughts of Theo. We had seen each other twice since our first date, first to a play and then, at Theo’s suggestion, a trip to the Victorian Gardens Amusement Park followed by ice cream for dinner. Each time we saw each other, we grew closer and Theo grew braver. We held hands all the time now, and walked so close together our hips always touched. He kissed my cheek or touched my hand, my thigh constantly, and even fondled me out of sight of the other amusement park-goers as we rode the carousel.

  The alpha in me ate it up. Having this younger man dote upon me, be visibly drawn to me to the point where he simply had to touch me, satisfied my urge for dominance. As for Theo, he seemed to be embracing his role as omega, while also beginning to develop the gentle confidence I found so alluring.

  And there was one more person who benefitted from all of this: Aaron. He was over the moon with our results, excitement brimming in his voice with every conversation we had with him. Watching him struggle to contain his enthusiasm in order to maintain a semblance of professionalism was amusing and heart-warming. Such a nice kid, if a bit lonely. Never talked about anything but work. Maybe someday he’d use his own app to find a meaningful connection, too.

  My phone buzzed and I grabbed it up, ignoring my computer screen easily, since I’d been only pretending to pay attention anyway. Theo had been texting me all morning, sharing the details of his day. He had no ballet classes and had gone out to a bakery to get fresh-yesterday bread, serving himself a large breakfast that was followed up by yoga in front of the window. His descriptions of how good the warm sunlight felt on his body stirred desire inside me for him, and he either knew me well enough to figure that out or had picked up on it through my texts. He’d been leaning in physical descriptions of his various poses, and I had been eating it up despite the fact that I should have been looking over the notes for my next meeting.

  “Can I call you?” was what the text said.

  My heart leaped with joy and anticipation. I jumped out of my chair and hurried out of my office. My loose, casual slacks provided enough room for my cock to start stiffening. I could only hope there was enough room in them to keep my excitement hidden. Janet already to suffer through my various antics. No need to be outright scandalous.

  Janet looked up as I left my office, her mouth opening in an “O” of surprise. “Quinton? What’s the rush? Your next meeting…”

  “Postpone it,” I said, as kindly as I could manage.

  “What- Again? You’re going to start losing clients! Why won’t you at least give me a reason for these disappearances of yours?”

  “They’re private.”

  An understatement.

  “Don’t worry. I’ll be back in a few.”

  “Quinton!”

  No time to waste. I left Janet at her desk, knowing she would do as I asked of her. If a client was going to stop doing business with me over a few minutes of delay, they weren’t people I wanted to deal with, anyway.

  I rode the elevator down to the lobby and went out around the back of the building to my private parking spot.

  Everyone thinks I’m showing off my car, I thought, and chuckled to myself as I climbed in behind the steering wheel. I normally had my driver take me wherever I needed to be, but I had driven myself the past couple days. My employees assumed I had just now gotten the car and wanted to brag. Little did they know I was driving myself so I could jerk off in privacy.

  I undid the button on my slacks and pulled the zipper down, excitement starting to race through my veins at the preparation, like electricity coursing through wires. Then, I pulled my phone out of my pocket, fighting against my erection as I did so, and called Theo.

  “Hi!” he greeted me, brightly and breathlessly.

  “Theo.” I smiled. “If you’d waited a few more minutes, you would have caught me in a meeting.”

  “Damn. That’s my goal. But, no way can I wait. I’m so horny for you, Win. Just lying here on my yoga mat. My dick is so hard. It’s standing straight up inside my yoga pants.”

  I gripped my cock and started to rub myself, my breath already coming faster. The car was on, the air-conditioning blasting, but already I felt so hot. I could picture him so perfectly, my imagination bolstered by all the images he’d sent me throughout the week. His yoga pants hugged his ass, revealing the inviting cleft between his cheeks, leaving little to the imagination. The black material formed a second skin over his dick and testicles, the soft handfuls and hard shaft clearly outlined. He always wore this small, tight-fitting top that left his toned arms bare, and often rode up to reveal tempting flashes of his stomach. He was such perfection, so firm, so supple, so flexible.

  “What move were you doing before you took a break?”

  “Oh, downward dog.” I heard a smile in his voice. “My favorite.”

  “My favorite, too. For you to do.” His ass in the air, the material tightening around his ass as he stretched, separating his ass cheeks. “I’m walking into your apartment to pick you up personally for a date.”

  “Where are we going?”

  “It’s a surprise. That’s why you don’t know I’m coming, why you’re doing yoga even as I open the door to your apartment.” With Theo’s excited whimpers echoing in my ear, I stroked myself faster. The car started to bounce a little with the bucking motion of my hips. I lived for these phone sex sessions with him. They were such wonderful foreplay, such fantastic bonding sessions where all the boundaries between us seemed to fall away, leaving only the basest of needs. No pressure, no strings attached. Just sex.

  “You’re in downward dog as I enter and your ass is right there. Sticking up in the air right in front of m
e.”

  “I hear you come in,” Theo whispered. “And I tilt my head to look at you from between my legs. I smile at you.”

  “And I smile at you.” I slid my thumb over the tip of my cock, catching droplets of precum and spreading them over the rest of my erection. The slick friction as I resumed stroking myself was nothing short of glorious, the static charges in my veins beginning to coalesce into an outright lightning storm. “I come up behind you and put my hands on your hips. I say that I’ll help you.”

  “And I laugh,” Theo replied, laughing in real life and not just in our role play. “Because you aren’t helping at all. Your cock pushes between my ass cheeks and that’s really distracting.”

  I lifted my hips up off the seat, thrusting myself hard into my hand, imagining his tight ass shoved against the burning, bursting head of my cock. I grunted, tossing my head back, struggling to keep my grip on the phone. “I suggest a break.”

  “I agree.”

  “I hold you by your waist and roll you over so you’re on your back.”

  “I ask you if you know I always take my clothes off when I take breaks.”

  I laughed, my heart fluttering with delight in my chest -and fluttering with excitement. “To help you get the best out of your break, I grab your yoga pants and yank them off of you. Your cock is right there. I slide my hand up your inner thigh… Do that to yourself. Don’t touch your cock. Just caress your thigh, like I’m doing to you.”

  Theo let out a long, low moan. I heard him shifting around. “You’re teasing me, Quinton.”

  “I know.” I chuckled, low and deep in the back of my throat. I kept thrusting into my hand, the friction sending more tingling sparks throughout my entire body. “Your skin is so smooth. I want to keep touching you, teasing you.”