“Tell me who you belong to tonight, sweet boy,” I said, letting myself sink deeper into the fantasy.
Jack blinked, pulling his eyes off my cock and looking up at me with that open, guileless silver gaze that shot right past my defenses and had me giving in to parts of myself I’d once thought would never see the light of day.
“I belong toyou, Daddy.” He bit his lip, then gave me a shy smile and added, “But not just for tonight. If you want? I’m yours for as long as you want me.”
“Oh sweetheart,” I said as heat pooled in my balls, thickening my cock and all but stopping my breath. This boy… goddamn. “I can’t imagine ever not wanting you.”
Too soon. Too honest. Too fucking revealing when I normally kept my emotions close to the chest.
But still true.
Jack’s breath hitched, his eyes going wide. “D-D-Daddy?”
Jesus. Either he was that good at giving the client what they truly wanted, or else the cautious hope shining from his eyes was real… and fuck if I’d know for sure which was true until the time Marcus was paying him for finally ran out.
It had sure as hell sounded like he’d just offered me more than an open invitation to pay by the hour, though.
“That’s right, sweetheart,” I said, giving my cock a long, slow stroke as I fully embraced the fantasy. “You’re mine, and I’m not letting you go.”
“Really?” Jack blurted, another one of those gorgeous blushes spreading across his cheeks. Then he ducked his head, peeking back up at me as he whispered, “I mean… I mean, thank you?”
I grinned. Fucking adorable. He didn’t believe me, and that was okay… for now. He thought we were still role playing, but claiming him like that, out loud and in no uncertain terms, had filled me with a bone-deep, primal satisfaction that I’d never felt before. It feltright.
And that first spontaneous reaction of his, the flash of disbelievingjoyI’d seen in his eyes?
Fuck it. This wasn’t just about living out a fantasy, and I never had been any good at playing pretend. After living forty years in denial and spending a fair amount of that married to the wrong damn person, I was done wasting time. Jack was goddamn perfect for me… and I was starting to suspect that I was perfect for him, too.
Jack needed a Daddy. I didn’t know what kind of situation he’d been in before he’d started sex work—something I was actually starting to believe he might be just as new to as he claimed—but whatever had happened to him in his past, I was pretty sure I wouldn’t like it.
Based on some of the reactions I’d seen from him tonight, Jack didn’t just needanyDaddy. He needed one who would takecare of him, who would show him what he was worth, who would protect him and cherish him and praise him… and who would for damn sure rain down retribution on those who’d harmed him, if ever given the chance.
And now he had that Daddy. He hadme, and he had from the moment he’d stumbled through that adorably awkward attempt to tell me his name.
All right, then. It was settled. I was keeping him.
I’d ease him into the idea a little later, though. For now?—
“You’re welcome, baby,” I said in a possessive tone that either made me a fool for falling so hard and fast for a rent boy’s practiced charms, or else smart enough to recognize something incredible when it fell in my lap. And foolish or not, I was betting everything on it being the latter.
Although, speaking oflaps…
“Be good, sweetheart,” I said with a smile that must have looked just as dirty as it felt, based on Jack’s sharp intake of breath. “Hands off that cock.”
His eyes widened, and he jerked his hands away from his lap and held them up as if trying to prove his innocence. “I… I wasn’t.”
He hadn’t been, but it had been close. Even flustered, though, I could tell he liked being given an order like that. His cock had already been hard, but being told what he could and could not do was making it even harder… and fuck if that didn’t do something to my cock, too.
Something that suddenly feltmomentous.
“Baby,” I murmured, running a finger over the rigid length tenting his shorts and getting a desperate whine for my efforts.
Jesus, that was sexy… and I’d just touched another man’s cock.
I swallowed, my eyes locked onto his erection as a riot of emotions ripped through me. Jack had been so unexpected, andthe night had moved so fast, that one fundamental fact hadn’t really hit me until right fucking now: for the first time in my life, I had full access to another man’s cock.
Without any warning, a bolt of heat arced down my spine, all the tender, possessive feelings Jack had stirred up in me suddenly eclipsed by an urgent, white-hot arousal more intense than anything I’d ever experienced before. It was overwhelming and exhilarating and the biggest fucking turn-on of my life.
I was with a man.
