"Gabe." I whisper his name on an exhale and lock eyes with him. The lust in his eyes reflects how I'm feeling.
"What do you need, Justin?"
I smile. He’s always pulling out that low, sexy Daddy voice. It’s like he knows exactly what it does to me.
"I need you to fuck me," I say confidently. His eyebrows raise, either in surprise or at my tone. "Please?"
"I'm going to let the naughty word slide just once," he says, raising a finger between us. That same finger falls back to my waist and dips just inside the pants I'm wearing. My whole body shivers at the simple contact. "Because I want to fuck you so much, baby. Get in the bedroom. I'll be right there."
I waste no time and hear Gabe snicker behind me. I save even more time by stripping out of my shirt before he comes in.
When he does come in, he's also shirtless, all smooth golden skin and lean muscle. I want to get on my knees and pull down his pants. He holds up a hand and stops me from doing just that, though. "Take off your pants and lay on the bed, okay?"
Despite wanting to worship him, I nod and do as he asks. I wrap my hand around my shaft and stroke up, letting my jaw go slack atthe feeling. Gabe slips out of his sweats, revealing the thin briefs underneath which definitely leave nothing to the imagination. I swear I can see the veins in his cock with how pressed against the fabric it is.
"Are you sure?" he asks, hesitating for only a second before climbing onto the bed and straddling my waist when I give him a single nod.
"Um—" I do hesitate for just a second and Gabe stops moving altogether. I continue before he can ask what's on my mind. We've spoken about this before, but I still want to ask. I want to be his good boy. "Can I have permission to cuss while we're having sex? Because I will probably forget in the moment either way."
Gabe's laugh fills the room, and he leans forward, covering my body with his. "Permission granted, baby. Thank you for asking first. You're such a good boy."
"I love when you call me that." I tangle my hands back in his hair and pull him down to seal our lips together.
Gabe's hands roam my body as we kiss and kiss some more. I can feel my dick leaking, trapped between our bodies. When I'm sure I can't take it anymore, I move my hands to his briefs and tug on them, a hint to get things moving.
"You're impatient, you know that?" Gabe whispers the words against my mouth, but he still shimmies out of the last bit of clothing.
"Not my fault when you are perfect in every sense of the word."
He's holding himself braced on his hands above me now, our legs tangled. My eyes trace down his body. Broad shoulders, wide pecs, abs for days, the deep V that leads right to his groin and the glorious cock I've had in my mouth more times than I can count on both hands.
Fuck, he's the epitome of eye-candy foranyone.
Our skin tones contrast where our bodies meet, too. His olive skin, which looks beautiful and natural, like he belongs in the sun, against my lighter shade which is still getting used to the Arizona UV index.
"Perfect is a bit of a stretch," Gabe says with a small shake of his head. But he doesn't give me time to refute that comment. All thoughts are lost when he scoots down the bed and takes my cock in his mouth. I'm not that big, quite average, actually, but he doesn’t seem to care.
Gabe swallows around me, pressing his nose into the curls at the base in one swoop. My stomach muscles clench in both surprise and bliss. He hollows his cheeks and sucks as he pulls back, and my mind goes into overdrive.
It feels amazing. I lose myself in it, enjoying every bob of his head, swept away by the warmth and suction.
There is an audiblepopwhen Gabe pulls off my cock. I smother a whine of complaint as he grins up at me, eyes raking over my body as well. "Lift your legs for me, baby."
Hooking my hands behind my knees, I bring them to my chest. My eyes close on instinct when Gabe's tongue flicks over my hole. "Your ass is amazing, Justin." He says the words, each one punctuated with a teasing touch of his tongue.
"I love that you love my ass," I reply with my eyes still closed. I tighten my grip on my knees to stave off coming too soon. His hands spread my cheeks, and I bite my bottom lip when his tongue presses into me. It's a sensation I went years without, but I crave it now with Gabe. It's addictive. My breath hitches when he adds a finger beside his tongue.
The room fills with my moans and sounds of Gabe prepping me at his own speed. It's toeing a line of too much and not enough, which doesn't make sense, but it's the only way I can describe it.
Gabe coaches me through it all, moving my legs to wrap around his waist while he pushes three fingers into my hole. He praises me and that deep, bedroom voice allows me to fully relax as he pushes his digits into me.
I'm not even sure where the lube came from, but I don't question it.
"You're doing so good, baby, opening up for me. You're almost ready to take Daddy's cock, aren't you?"
"So ready," I answer. Looking into his eyes, I know we're both feeling the same way. Kind of sweaty, bodies aching to be connected as close as possible. A feeling I’m not ready to put a name to wells up in my chest, forcing me to swallow before I let the words slip. "Please, Daddy. I want you to ruin me for anyone else."
"No one else touches what's mine, Justin." His words are sharp and his tone is beyond serious when he leans over my body and looks directly at me. "I don't share my Boys."
