Thinking about your slick is making it hard for me to focus, too,Vincent replied.Did you take your blockers?
Yes. I’m not risking it.
I bet you’d risk it with me.Vincent left the door and headed for the bed. He stepped on the toes of each of his socks, tugging them off, then climbed onto his bed and dropped onto his back. While he waited for a reply, he undid his belt and removed his pants and boxer-briefs, then did away with his shirt. Fully nude, he glanced at his phone again. A moment later, it buzzed with a new text.
I might be persuaded to… it depends on what you are, and aren’t, willing to do.
Vincent smirked.After all we’ve done, you’re not sure?
I don’t know if you’d be able to keep up, baby boy. Last night was good, but… could you stand a week of nonstop sex like that?
Baby boy. Vincent’s cock throbbed. He bit down on his lip and did his best to remain cool and collected.A week? No. I’m not going to need a week. If we were together, I’d knock you up in three days max, Daddy.
Vincent’s pulse thrummed in his ear. He held onto his phone with one hand and used the other to grip his dick. A few exchanged sentences were all it took to get him hard—Mal made him crazy, and he couldn’t help himself.
You think so?Vincent could hear the playfulness of what Mal said even without audible clues.I think you’re going to need to prove it. You and me, somewhere private, tomorrow. Show me that it wasn’t just a one-time deal.
Does hotel sex not count?
Nope. It was too long ago. You had plenty of time between January and now to recharge yourself. I want to see what you can manage with just a day in between. Can you make Daddy proud?
The challenge ignited Vincent. Did Mal really think he couldn’t handle it, or was he playing to try to get a rise out of Vincent? If it was the latter, he’d succeeded. Vincent couldn’t have wanted him more.
If you’re going to put me to the test, then give me some study material. I need you so badly right now.
You think you need me? You’re not the one drenched all the way down his thighs, riding a dildo, wishing it was you inside me instead.
Show me.
Vincent didn’t think he’d get anything. Mal didn’t seem like the type who would gloat about his body, even though he was handsome and had nothing to be ashamed about. While he waited for a reply, Vincent pieced together a few ways to turn the conversation around when Mal shut him down.
But Mal didn’t shut him down.
He sent back a picture instead.
A room lit by lamplight. Two fingers, parted into a V. Between them stretched glossy slick. Mal hadn’t sent him pictures of his body—what he’d sent Vincent was even better.
Total tantalization.
Vincent’s balls clenched. His hand ran along his cock, starting slow, then quickening as he went. Mal was slick because of him—was going to conceive because of him. It was everything Vincent had ever wanted, and something he’d never thought he’d be able to have.
Fuck, Daddy…
That’s all you’re getting. I need to go to bed so I can see you tomorrow morning.
Are you sure?
Don’t make me punish you, baby. ;)
Vincent shivered. He pumped his cock a few times, living off the feeling those words brought him.I won’t. I’ll see you tomorrow. Goodnight.
Night.
There were no more texts. Vincent closed his eyes and focused on pulling himself back together. His breathing was strained, and while Mal had given him a taste of what tomorrow would be like, he hadn’t given him enough to satisfy his immediate needs. Seeking release, Vincent bucked into his hand a few more times, but it was no use. He wasn’t going to get off tonight.
He’d save his load for tomorrow, when he’d need it the most.
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