He wants me.
The boy’s eyes, all fire and mischief, tell me it’s true, and fuck, I want him too—have since that first night at the diner, since his sassy quips and those damn blushes that drive me wild.
The thought of Miles playing all smiles and giggles with Knox, even for intel, makes my blood boil with jealousy, a possessive need to claim the boy as mine.
My hands grip the steering wheel, knuckles white, and I lean toward him, our faces inches apart, the air between us electric.
“Careful, Little,” I growl, my voice rough with want. “You’re playing with fire.”
Miles smirks, undeterred, and closes the gap, his lips brushing mine.
“Maybe I like fire,” he whispers, and that’s it—I’mdone.
I pull him in, kissing him hard, my hand cupping the back of his neck, his soft moan vibrating against my lips.
It’s hungry, desperate, all the tension of the past days pouring out—his sass, my restraint, the danger we’re in. His fingers dig into my shirt, and I deepen the kiss, tasting him, losing myself in his warmth.
“Fuck, boy, now you’re in trouble,” I growl, unbuckling my belt and yanking my trousers down, taking my briefs with them at the same time. “Give Daddy what he needs. Show me whose boy you are. Prove to me that what you say is true.”
I see Miles’ eyes widen as he takes in the sight of my rock-hard cock standing to attention, throbbing back and forth as it slaps against the bottom of my shirt.
“Yes, Daddy,” Miles giggles, his hands gripping the base of my shaft and his wet mouth immediately dropping down onto my wide, purple head. “Mmmmph. Tastes so… good.”
“Enough talking, swallow it all,” I growl, in no mood for any more games. “Be an obedient Little for Daddy.”
Miles gets to work just as I command, his tongue swirling as his mouth makes it way down to the bottom of my shaft, back up again, and then down once more.
I grunt my approval as he bobs, sucks, and slurps, his hands now pulling and stroking on my balls as his mouth works itself into overdrive.
We’ve held back for long enough, this feels right—and as my dick shudders and shoots its load deep into Miles’ hungry, hardworking mouth, I know that thisneededto happen.
The boy will be in that office, playing the good obedient lawyer for his asshole of a boss, and I’m going to have to sit back and watch. At least now I know where his loyalties lie. The way Miles is giving me head… there’s no way he could be doing it like this unless he truly meant it.
“Make Daddy cum all the way home,” I command, my thighs and ass muscles tensing as I feel myself rapidly approaching the point of no return.
“Yes, D-D-D-D-Daddy,” Miles splutters, his mouth full of my girthy length and hot seed as it shoots the last of its pure-white ropes deep inside him.
Miles sucks one final time and pulls back, his face flushed red, and his lips glazed.
“OMG, I should get you jealous more often,” Miles giggles, swallowing once more and wiping his fingers across his lips. “Wow. That was…intense.”
I nod.
I want to say something, tell him how much I enjoyed it. But the words don’t come. Because as enjoyable as that way—and it was like no other blowjob I’ve experienced—I know that we both need to focus our minds back on the task at hand.
“Good boy,” I say, my voice a low rumble as I pull my briefs and trousers back up. “Now go to work and make Daddy proud. We’re going to crack this thing.Together.”
Miles smiles and nods, a look of determination and focus on his face.
“Together, Daddy,” the boy says, taking a tissue from the glove box and double checking his mouth and chin in the rearview mirror. “Together.”
I hope I’m not wrong, but our explosion of passion might have been what we both needed ahead of another day of subterfuge, high stakes, and hopefully no more stress than is absolutely required…
The car’s interior is quiet now, the engine off, the city’s morning hum muffled through the windows.
I’m alone on the top floor of the parking lot, my binoculars trained on the glass walls of Knox & Rain’s office across the street.
Miles is at his desk, his shirt hugging him in a way that makes my chest tighten.
