“Very me? What does that mean?” My mahogany super-king size bed fills the room, the matching wood furniture gleams, and there’s a faint smell of lemons from the furniture polish my cleaner uses. The bedding matches the pale grey walls and charcoal curtains, the dark crimson chair the only splash of colour. It’s a simple room, but I love it.
“Everything is super large, masculine, dominant. That’s you.” He wraps his arms around my waist and looks up at me. “I like it, and your bed is humungous. It could probably fit four in.”
“Four?” I chuckle. “I think I’ll stick to you and me, if you don’t mind.” I cup his arse and squeeze. “Time to get you out of your clothes, boy.”
“Only if you do it.” He slicks his bottom lip, his tongue pale pink against the plump red flesh. I can’t wait to suck it into my mouth as I stroke his naked body.
“It will be my pleasure.” I release him and reach for the hem of his T-shirt.
The tight fabric slides easily up his smooth, hairless body. This time I can gaze over the taut skin, the silver bar in each nipple has me wanting to bite down on them. Abstaining is going to be way harder than I thought. With the shirt tossed behind me, I stroke lightly over the bare skin, revelling in his reaction as goosebumps follow in the wake of my fingertips. As Memphis takes in a sharp breath, his nipples stiffen, and I haven’t even touched them.
I whisper in his ear, “Beautiful, little one.”
A groan escapes through his parted lips. “You’re killing me.”
“Well, we can’t have that.” I pull the soft leather belt to undo the buckle and flick the button on his jeans. The noise of the zip fills the heavy, expectant air around us. With a sharp tug, I pull the denim from his hips and shove it down his legs. “As much as I love your arse in these, they are hell to get off.”
I pick him up, clutching his arse cheeks, and walk with him the few steps to my bed, then drop him down on his back. With the jeans and socks gone, Memphis lies back on the bed and stretches out, his arms over his head and his back arched. He’s wearing the tightest pair of white briefs, his erection trapped under the elastic waistband.
He props himself up on one arm and slowly rubs his cock through his briefs with the other, his eyes raking over me. “You need to get undressed, Daddy. It’s time for bed.”
I don’t waste any time, and without any ceremony, I strip down to my briefs and kneel up on the mattress. His eyes fix on me, widening as I crawl up and hover over him. “Nothing is going to happen tonight, boy. So, stop teasing me. I’m not against spanking your tight arse.” I shove his hand from his dick.
His pout is pure brat and totally gorgeous. I bend my arms and lower push-up style to kiss him. As our mouths touch, Memphis’ eyes flutter shut, and his lips part. I can’t resist deepening the kiss and slip my tongue into his mouth, seeking out his. As they touch, I know we’re not going to be able to stop. That having him in my bed tonight is a bad decision. But I don’t want to stop, and when his small hands slide down my ribcage to rest on my hips, I groan and give in and press my body down.
Our dicks touch, and Memphis shudders, breaking the kiss. I look at him. “Tell me to stop, Memphis. Tell me it’s too much, too soon.”
“I can’t.” His words are ragged as his hand flexes on my waist. “I know we shouldn’t, but I’ve been dreaming of this moment for ten years. This is your call, Royal.”
Fuck! I roll off him and lay by his side. “You’re killing me.” I grumble, then roll to face him. “I’m sorry; it’s not your fault.”
“Do you want me to leave?”
“No, that’s the last thing I want you to do. I want you here.” I sigh, then shift. “I’m going to brush my teeth and hope my dick forgives me. Do you want a toothbrush?”
He nods, then rearranges his dick. “Mine hates you too.”
The tension breaks, and I laugh. “Come on then. The bathroom is through there.” I point to the door in the corner. It’s not a large en-suite, but there’s enough room for both of us, and the shower will fit us both.
I open the drawer in the vanity unit and root around for a new toothbrush. “Here you go. I’m gonna make sure all the doors are locked.” Really, I want to give him space to have a pee in private. I grab my towelling robe from the back of the door and shrug it on.
When I’m back in the bedroom, Memphis is in bed, leaning back on the headboard. I spy his underwear on the topof his neatly folded clothes. He’s naked under my duvet, which means I am going to have to be too. A sign that we can control ourselves. Yeah right, we’re doomed.
I go into the bathroom and pee, then after washing my hands, I brush my teeth. Staring at myself in the mirror, I question my sanity. I’ve got the hottest man, who happens to be the cutest boy, in my bed, and I’m not going to sink my dick into his tight hole.Andwe both want to take this further, to date as well as play. So, do it. If he wants to fuck, then why not?
“Are you planning to stay in there all night?” Memphis calls out from my bed.
I turn away from the mirror, flick the light switch off, and go to my bed. Memphis is in the same position, looking nervous. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I am. This is pretty huge, Memphis, and unexpected. I thought I was angry with you, that I hated that you’d come back looking so perfect. That you were everything I’d spent ten years looking for. I didn’t know you were a boy, and I was the daddy you’ve always craved.” I draw in a ragged breath and step closer. “I want you. I want to lose myself in your body, to take you to your limits and watch you fly as I push you over them. And if I get in my bed, I’ll do all of that, and it’s probably too soon. We should get to know each other more.”
“Why is it too soon? Do you think that once we’ve fucked, we won’t want anything else? Sex is only part of what I want us to share. I want you, Royal, as my lover and as my daddy. I want you to claim me, to show me off as your boy. Please get in here with me, and let’s see what happens.”
He’s right, of course. I’m overthinking it all. As soon as I settle down, Memphis scoots over and wraps his arm around my waist and wriggles his head under my arm. I tug him closer still until his head is on my chest, and he has one leg thrown over mine.
He yawns and with a sleepy voice, mumbles, “This is even better than I imagined.”
“Sleep, little one.”
