Sweet Success: East Coast Sugar Daddies: Book 2

by Bates, Austin

  He managed to get the door open and pushed his way inside, kicking it shut behind him. I tangled my fingers in his hair and pressed hot, wet kisses all over his face, blind to the setting around us as he stumbled through his apartment.

  The world spun around me in a rush and I landed on my back on something soft. Quinton pounced on top of me, his hands roaming all over my body as he stripped my clothes off. His fingers were curved, claw like, pressing hard on my skin in his wild lust for me.

  Like an animal, he wanted my body. He wanted to fuck me.

  My dick throbbed, shoving hard against my suit pants. I reached up and tore at Quinton’s suit jacket, ripping it off him and tossing it to the side. His broad shoulders exposed, I slid my hands over them, admiring him. Running my fingers down to the front of his shirt, I gripped each side and yanked so that the buttons popped open, revealing his tanned skin and the thick salt-and-pepper patch of hair on his chest.

  Quinton leaned over me and kissed me, slid his mouth down to my neck and let out a groan that was almost a growl. “I want you. I want to fuck you.”

  I thrust my fingers underneath the waistband of his suit pants. A wild urge overcame me and I tossed my head back and squealed, “Fuck me!” Like an animal in heat, I lifted my ass up off the couch cushion and pushed at him.

  Quinton tore at his pants with such ferocity they ripped, yanking them and his underwear down to let his thick cock spring free between my legs. His tip was flushed and red, dripping with oozing precum, blue protruding veins running up his entire length.

  I pushed the last shreds of my clothes out of the way and wriggled my ass, my body begging for his.

  Something else ripped. I tilted my head and saw him opening a condom, rolling it down over his cock.

  A little late for that, I thought, but it was a thought deep in the back of my mind that I had very little time for.

  Quinton leaned his body over mine and pressed the tip of his covered cock to my opening. It was a lubed condom, the slick, heated surface causing lashes of sexual fire to radiate outward from the source. My toes curled. I gripped the cushion underneath me and shoved my ass on his cock, trying to bring him even deeper inside me.

  His breath hot on my neck, Quinton placed his hands on either side of my body and thrust at me, shoving my body while sinking deeper inside me.

  “Fuck!” I gasped, thrusting right back at him. This was everything I had ever imagined during all those sessions over the phone. No, it was more. It was real. It was happening, and he was catching my body on fire. There was no time to savor any of it. It wasn’t enough. My body, my soul, my omega nature cried for more.

  Quinton’s body tensed. He lifted his hips, his cock gliding almost all the way out of me. I tightened my muscles to keep him with me, and he arched his back and thrust inside me again, deeper than before. With each thrust, his abs pushed on my dick, adding another level of pleasure to the firestorm building inside me. My prostate was ablaze with need, flaming with want. If he went any deeper…

  “Theo,” he moaned, kissing my neck hard, over and over with each thrust he made inside me. “I’m going to cum!”

  “Quinton!” His words were oil poured onto my fire, every nerve in my body igniting. I started shaking, my spine going stiff as embers filled my veins, lava replacing the blood racing through me. “Make me cum!”

  Quinton kissed me again and I felt a flash of pain, a sharp, small bite on my neck as a spasm gripped him. An unstoppable tightness spread throughout his entire body; his hips rose, slammed down, shoving me.

  My ass hit the cushion and bounced back up. Bracing myself, one hand on the couch, the other gripping his back with my nails dug in, I slapped my thighs against his. His cock sank all the way inside me, up to the hilt. His warm, soft testicles pressed on my ass. He moved his hips in a slow circle, and I felt the hot, firm length of his cock pressing on my walls.

  The fire inside me swelled and broke out, claiming my thoughts. “Cumming!” I cried out, and then I lost myself. Wave after wave of heat poured through my body, the world reduced to sensations that all centered around Quinton. He was the only thing that mattered, the only one that mattered. The press of his body on mine, the musk of his scent, and the sound of his ragged, gulping breaths as he came buried inside me.

  His body collapsed on top of mine, trembling. He buried his face in my neck and let out a long, shaking sigh.

  A new sensation took ahold of me, a powerful tenderness that was similar in intensity to the desire to be fucked by him. I wrapped my arms around him and pressed my face to the top of his head, kissing his hair while we caught our breath.

  Being here with him, it felt so right. Our bodies fit together; it was more than just that though, more than just the physical. Our personalities fit, too. He made me laugh, made me feel hopeful and cherished, the stressors of the world slipping away in his presence. And I knew I made him laugh, and he loved to show me all the things he liked.

  We really were a match.

  Quinton stirred on top of me, nuzzling his lips against my neck. “You aren’t going to leave, are you?” he murmured.

  “I…”

  What’s going to happen when he finds out I’m pregnant?

  I swallowed hard and skimmed my fingers through his hair. “Quinton, I probably should. I mean…”

  He looked up at me, his hazel eyes hazy-bright from sex. “You don’t mean that, I can tell.” He touched my cheek, cradling my face in his palm. His voice lowered into the soothing tone I knew so well by now, the gentle quality that could tease the truth from me almost without effort. “You’re only saying that because you think you should. Please, Theo. Don’t be afraid of doing what you want. Stay with me.”

  I licked my lips and nodded. He was right.

  Quinton touched his lips to mine. “Let’s take a shower. Come on.”

  I wrapped my arms and legs around him, and he slid off the couch and carried me into the shower. He closed the curtain and turned on the water. Freezing spray struck my back. I yelped and pressed my body against his to get out of the way. As I did, my dick pushed on his cock.

  A long, low sigh pulled from his throat. He slid his hand between us and took ahold of my dick. My reaction was somehow instantaneous, even though I’d only just cum. My dick started to harden, tingles of lust tightening my groin.

  I opened my mouth, breathless, and took his cock in my hand, sliding my fingers all the way from the base of his shaft to the very tip.

  Quinton pressed his forehead to mine, our noses rubbing together as he stroked me slowly, kindling the tingles inside me into the beginnings of yet another raging fire. “Theo…”

  “Quinton,” I whispered, and tilted my head to kiss him as we masturbated each other. Our bodies rocked together under the hot spray of water, steam swirling around our faces, until we both came in the other’s hand. We shook together, moaning and breathing hard as the aftershocks of our orgasms ran their course. Then, gently, we washed each other, dried each other off, and went to bed.

  The implications of what we’d done, of the choices I’d made, kept me awake long after he had fallen asleep beside me.

  14

  Quinton

  A sound awoke me, a familiar sound I couldn’t quite place through the fog of sleep still clouding my mind.

  I rolled over onto my side and let out a soft moan, my tired body resisting the movement. Sliding out one arm, I searched for Theo to pull him closer to me again, the way we’d fallen asleep together. My roaming hand encountered soft, cool, rumpled sheets.

  “Theo?”

  I opened my eyes and saw the other half of the bed, empty. Theo wasn’t there and, judging from the lack of residual body heat, he hadn’t been there for at least a few minutes.

  He didn’t leave, did he?

  I sat up in bed and looked around my room, searching for any sign of the omega. My omega. He wasn’t anywhere, as far as I could tell, although I did hear the sound again and still wasn’t able to place it. Wha
tever it was, it set me on edge in a way I didn’t like.

  I swung my legs off the edge of the bed and stood up. My back popped and I arched into a stretch, a sound of pleasure escaping me. That reminded me again of the fun we’d had together the night before, and my mood darkened a notch. Doubts rose, as if seeking revenge for having been banished. I tried to push them away, tried to console myself with the idea that, even if he had left, it would have been for a specific reason and not just because he had wanted to get out of here.

  He could still be in the penthouse.

  I left the bedroom and went out into the hall, and that was when I heard the sound again. There was no mistaking it this time: a guttural retching.

  For a moment, I paused, certain I had been mistaken, but the sound came again. It came from the direction of the bathroom at the end of the hallway. Worry stabbed through my head and I ran for the bathroom door, tossing it open to reveal a pitiful and inexplicable sight. Theo crouched in front of the toilet, his shoulders shaking as he vomited yet again; the strangeness of the situation struck me right away, because he wasn’t really throwing up anything. They were dry heaves, wrenching and terrible.

  “Theo?”

  Theo jumped and shoved away from the toilet, throwing out his hands in my direction. Whether he was trying to hide from me or wanted me to leave, I couldn’t tell. At least, I couldn’t tell until he said, “Go away! I’m okay.”

  I stared at him. “You clearly aren’t okay. Are you sick? Is it food-poisoning?”

  We’d both had the same meal last night, but that didn’t mean the preparation of his hadn’t been botched in some way.

  “It… It doesn’t matter,” he stammered. A panicked, terrified look darkened his already-deep eyes, turning them from brown to an abysmal black. Looking into them, I felt the ground start to slip out from under my feet, leaving me floundering. All I had come to know and expect was disappearing right in front of me, devoured by the black hole of his fear.

  He was hiding something.

  “Theo,” I said, calling his name. I approached, holding out my arms for him, to comfort him and reassure him that I wasn’t put off by his vomiting. Sure, I’d want him to brush his teeth before kissed again, but these things happened.

  Before I could get close enough to touch him, he dashed around behind me, stumbling as he went. He grasped the door frame to keep from falling, leaning against the wall as if he had no strength to stand on his own. “I need to leave,” he said. “Now. Right now.”

  “No,” I soothed, “you need to lie down while I call you a doctor.”

  “No! No doctors. Not now.” He shook his head, his face turning pale gray at the fast motion. “I need to leave. I’ll… I’ll call you later or something. I’m sorry.” His voice broke and a tear trickled down his cheek. The sight of it, crystalline and gleaming in the fluorescent bathroom lighting, sent my heart plummeting to the floor. Whatever was wrong with him was even worse than I’d originally thought.

  Theo ducked out of the bathroom and ran down the hall, using his hands to hold himself up. I followed close behind him, biting my lip, wanting to touch him so fiercely my soul ached.

  He shouldn’t be dealing with this alone.

  He grabbed the penthouse door and pushed against it. Locked. With shaking, fumbling fingers, he undid the latch and pushed again, spilling out into the hallway. “I’ll call you,” he sputtered again, and then ran for the elevator. The doors sprang open as soon as he hit the button, and closed behind him without a pause.

  I stared at the empty space where my most treasured companion had been standing moments ago, so confused it hurt. No matter how hard I tried to will him to return, for the elevator doors to open and reveal him again with answers on his lips, nothing happened.

  I turned and ducked back into my penthouse, racing for my bedroom where my phone lay on the nightstand. I pressed the button to call Aaron and jammed the cell against my ear.

  “Quinton, hi,” he replied, his voice thick with sleep. “What’s up?”

  “What’s wrong with Theo?” I demanded.

  Rustling came from the other end of the line. Aaron cleared his throat and spoke louder. “What do you mean, what’s wrong with him?”

  “He spent the night and I woke up to him vomiting.”

  “Food poisoning?”

  “That’s what I thought, but he practically ran out of the apartment.” My voice rose, doubts and fears getting the best of me. “He’s hiding something. What is it?”

  “I… I don’t know. Shit. I’ll see if I can get in touch with him. Find out what’s going on. If I do, I’ll call you and let you know.”

  “I’ll do the same.”

  I hung up and stared at the wall, though I wasn’t seeing it. I wasn’t seeing anything except for Theo, poring rapidly through my memories to see if there was some sign, any sign at all that he had been sick before while I knew him. I came up empty-handed.

  “Dammit,” I snarled, and reared back my arm to throw my phone. At the very last second, I got ahold of myself and forced my tensed fingers to open, dropping the phone on the bed. Then, I punched the wall. Pain burst through my knuckles, the shock of impact reverberating up my arm. Clarity rode in on the pain and I pulled in a deep breath.

  All I have to do is wait. He’ll get back to me eventually.

  I straightened up and made breakfast, and then I went into work and threw myself into that with such fervor I nearly gave Janet a panic attack.

  Theo didn’t call me at all, and neither did he answer my texts for the rest of the day, or the day after that.

  Total radio silence, as the cops say.

  Another day passed and it was becoming harder and harder to convince myself that he was ever going to get in contact with me again.

  I sat in my office at lunchtime of the third day, when a thought occurred to me out of nowhere. It had been waiting there in the back of my mind, I realized, a doubt, a lingering suspicion which formed the moment Theo started acting strange. Alone, unoccupied, I couldn’t hold it back any longer.

  He may have been using me.

  All the money I gave him to spend on himself, he could have been using for something else.

  I sat up a little straighter, mentally calculating the prices of the clothes he had bought. They weren’t as expensive as they could have been, were they? The doubt twisted, grew sharper, and now I thought of all the times he had worn the same suit for several dates in a row even though he should have had more than enough to buy new ones each time. That was what I had given him the money for, after all. Had I not been clear enough about that?

  No, he was taking advantage of me, and he knew it.

  I grabbed my phone and pulled up a message to him. I wrote, “I know you’re hiding something. What are you using the money for?”

  As soon as I sent it, as soon as he received it, he called me. I stared at the screen, incredulous. After days of silence, it took an accusation for him to talk to me.

  I answered and snapped out, before he could say a word, “What are you using it for?”

  Silence, not even rustles. He wasn’t moving at all, a terrified rabbit hoping the wolf wouldn’t notice it. “I’m sorry,” he whispered.

  “You led me on?”

  “I, um, yes.” His breathing turned into wretched little sobs that stabbed my heart with pain. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I had to. I had to lead you on.”

  “Why? What’s the money for? Drugs?”

  “No! It’s not anything like that, I promise.”

  I shook my head. “I don’t know if I can believe you anymore.” My heart was tearing in half, shredding itself. “Keep the money. If that’s what you wanted so much, keep it.”

  “I’m sorry. I can’t tell you why I did it. But, but Win, Quinton, I really did like spending time with you. I never lied to you.”

  “I don’t know if I can believe you anymore,” I repeated. I closed my eyes.

  Theo sobbed again and hung up.

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sp; This time, I threw my phone. It struck the wall and shattered into pieces, the battery and casing flying in separate directions.

  Janet burst in through the office door a second later and stared around. I looked at her, blankly, as she took in the broken phone and the desolate look on my face.

  She backed out.

  I stared at my computer screen, not that it was any use. I couldn’t work, not with Theo filling my thoughts.

  15

  Theo

  Morning sickness sucked. My stomach churned with bitter acid every second of the day and even sips of water came right back up, my body rejecting it. How long could my baby survive like this?

  How long could I survive like this?

  And then Quinton called me and I got so nervous I had to throw up again, the entire world falling into pieces all around me. Our relationship was over for good. The worst part wasn’t losing the money, the gifts, or the privilege of going to all those different events. No, the worst part was losing Quinton right when it seemed as though we were really and fully connecting. I’d gotten so used to being around him, thinking of him as my match, that the idea of never seeing him again caused a tsunami of pain to slam into me. More than pain. Agony. As if every nerve in my body was being abused all at the same time.

  Straightening up from the toilet, I rested my forehead on the cool bathroom wall until the dizziness stopped and I was able to stand up. Somehow, even with every step taking a massive effort, I walked back to bed and picked up my laptop. I was looking at the academy’s website again. School, dancing, doing anything while pregnant, was too hard, and other students were starting to notice my body changing.

  The instructor had even said, “What are you eating to make your waist so thick, Theo?”

  I needed to drop out, and soon, before my secret turned into an obvious embarrassment.

  At least I don’t have to worry about Quinton finding out anymore, I thought. More tears rose into my eyes and slipped down my cheeks. I buried my head in my hands.