“Has anyone ever eaten your ass?” Beau asked, and when my dick twitched against him, he smiled. “I guess that’s a no.”
I touched his cheek. “Are you going to do that?”
“Do you want me to?” Beau kissed the tip of my nose. “You can say no, Dean. I won’t be upset. I just thought it was where we could start.”
I wanted that. It sounded hot and looked like something I would enjoy. I had seen it a lot in the porn I had watched. “Yes, please, I want that.”
“Mm, that’s a good boy.” Beau dropped a kiss on my lips, then slid down my body. He pressed kisses against my chest, my stomach, and grinned up at me when he caught me watching. He dragged his tongue around my belly button, down the blond hairs of my happy trail, and then pushed my legs apart. “Your cock is beautiful, Pink.”
I whimpered at his words, at the way he called me a good boy. His tongue dragged over the tip of my dick, and my body broke out in goosebumps. The heat of Beau’s breath when he nuzzled my sack lit a fire within me, and I couldn’t stop the low moan that escaped my throat when his mouth engulfed me.
“You’re going to have to be quiet. We can’t wake up Cole,” Beau reminded me. “Do I have to muzzle you?”
I slapped a hand over my mouth and shook my head. Did he mean a real muzzle? The thought had me leaking all over myself. Or maybe he just meant a sock or underwear.
I removed my hand to whisper, “I’ll be good.”
“I know you will, Pink. You’re a good boy. My good boy,” Beau reminded me. “Why don’t you get on all fours for me?”
I quickly did as he asked, scrambling to my knees. Beau slapped playfully at my backside, but when he didn’t touch me again, I turned around to look at him. He had his hand around his cock, his eyes on my ass, and was just staring at me.
“Do you like what you see?” I whispered. Beau’s eyes darted up to mine. “Do you?” I asked again.
“Your ass is perfect, Pink baby,” he murmured, then spread my cheeks and leaned forward.
He licked a stripe from my hole to my taint, and I valiantly tried not to make noise. I tried to keep my moan inside and not cry out. Only, I had never felt anything like that before. Pleasure zipped up my spine and zapped through my body. My cock jerked as it begged for attention, while Beau kept feasting on me like a man starved. I fisted the blanket in my hands, shoved my face into the mattress, and cried out as his tongue worked me over, spearing inside me and making my entire body tremble with desire.
“You taste so good, Dean. You’re so fucking perfect.” Beau spread me wider. “I can’t wait until I get to fuck this pretty pink hole. Feel how tight and hot you are. Make you come on my cock. You’re going to love it. You’re going to beg me for it. You’re going to be such a good little cum slut.”
I groaned loudly. I couldn’t help myself. My balls had never felt heavier. My body had never known pleasure like this.
“Beau, please. I need to come.” I glanced behind me. “Please, please, please.” I felt his tongue as he fucked me with it. As Beau licked around the rim, my body trembled, and heat pooled inside my belly. My eyes rolled back and reached down to grip my cock.
“Don’t you dare.” Beau slapped at my hand. “Not yet.”
I whimpered. “Please, Daddy. Haven’t I been a good boy for you?” I humped the air, tried to get friction but found nothing.
“You’re such a good boy,” Beau said softly. “You deserve release. You want that so bad, don’t you?” A finger dragged over my length.
I nodded. “Yes, please.”
“Come for me, Pink. Touch yourself,” Beau told me.
The moment I wrapped a hand around my aching cock, I swear I saw God. My body trembled with my release, my eyes clamped shut, and my toes curled. I heard the splatter of it on the bed below me, and then I heard Beau’s soft groan. His release coated my back and ass. Then I dropped onto the bed, not caring about the mess beneath me.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Beau
Dean was sound asleep when my alarm went off the next morning. I had managed to change the blanket after he’d messed it up last night, and he’d never woke up. I didn’t bother dressing him, just put the clean blanket on and slid him underneath it and the sheets. I took a second before showering to admire him in his sleep, the way his mouth was slightly open, and dragged my hand through his hair. He was beautiful, kind, and sweet. I still wasn’t sure what I was doing with him, but that didn’t matter right now. I pressed a kiss on his head, climbed from the bed, and went to the bathroom to get ready for practice.
Cole was in the kitchen when I walked in, his face buried in his phone. He smirked at me. “Is Dean staying long?”
“Don’t start.” I grabbed a travel cup to fill it with coffee.
He giggled softly. “Just remember I’m sixteen, Dad. You might want to keep it down.”
I wasn’t embarrassed. Well, maybe a little. I would have to remind Dean to be quiet again, but last night had been hot. The way he had begged me to let him come. How he had called meDaddy. And now I was getting hard as I was changing into my gear at practice. Not a good look.
