He hurriedly scooted across the bed, nearly falling off the other side as he rummaged around on the floor. He held it over his head, whooping in victory. I reached for my jeans, pulling a single condom out of my wallet.
“A man your age should know better than to keep condoms in his wallet,” Slade scolded me. “Do I need to check the expiration date? It hasn’t been that long since you’ve had sex, has it?”
I swatted Slade’s ass before pinning him to the bed. His hips arched off the mattress in search of friction. I dug the tips of my fingers into his flesh as I pressed him back down. “After that jab, I’m not sure you deserve anything else tonight.”
Slade blinked slowly a few times, his mouth hanging open. “You can’t be serious.”
“Care to bet on that?” I stroked his cock slowly, stopping every time he bucked into my hand. He’d whimper and still, and I would start over again. “What did I tell you about being a brat?”
“Nothing, specifically,” he pointed out. “You said that if I kept teasing you, you would punish me by not letting me come tonight, but I wasn’t teasing you.”
“No?” I pushed Slade’s hair away from his face. Maybe I shouldn’t have told him to take out the hair tie earlier. As beautiful as he was with his hair falling around his shoulders, it got in the way.
“Nope.” Slade’s lips popped at the end of the word. “When I was teasing you, I was making you horny for me. This time, I was simply making sure we weren’t about to have a breakage incident that would ruin the night faster than my grandma walking into the room.”
“Do you have a lot of experience with that?”
“Just once,” he replied somberly. There was a story there and he was falling prey to the memories. I kissed his cheekbone, fluttering my eyelashes over his skin, grounding him tothismoment. It worked and he smiled up at me. “But I don’t want to talk about that right now.”
He held the condom up between two fingers. “So, we are good here?”
“Yes, brat. I will have you know, the rest of the box that came from is sitting in one of my desk drawers. I can show you the receipt if you like. It’s probably down in my car.” My face shouldn’t have flushed with embarrassment over the box I’d hastily shoved in the back of my desk.
My entire business was built on sex and kink, so it shouldn’t matter thatIwas getting laid for a change. But it did, because I held myself to a much higher standard than anyone else, and I didn’t do anything as reckless as obsess over someone I’d only just met. I wasn’t the man who invited himself over to someone’s house and fucked him so soon.
“You went out and bought these just for tonight?” Slade’s eyes widened slightly as if he couldn’t believe I’d gone out of my way for him. He cupped my face in his hand, dragging his thumb over my lips. “Is it weird to say that’s sweet?”
“I did.” I kissed my way along the side of Slade’s face, then up the other, before relenting and sealing my mouth over his. He didn’t push for more this time, just simply allowed me to control the moment. “And no, it’s not weird. You deserve someone who’s willing to prove that you’re special, even if that’s by grabbing condoms to be sure nothing could interrupt the night.”
I’d tipped my hand too far. Every word was true, but Slade wasn’t ready to hear any of it. I needed to remind myself there were no guarantees we’d last beyond the next orgasm. “Now, I thought you said you were done talking.”
“No more talking is good,” Slade confirmed.
“Then roll over and show me that tight little hole,” I demanded. In his excitement, Slade kicked me in the stomach. I bit down on my lips to keep from lashing out and telling him to be careful. And I supposed it was endearing, in a way, to see how reckless he became when he was aroused.
While Slade got himself comfortable, I flicked open the cap and drizzled some lube onto my fingers. Spreading him open with my left hand, I dragged the slick fingers through his crease.
Slade whimpered. “Don’t need any prep. Please, Daddy, fuck me.”
“I am not going to hurt you, Slade. And you’d better believe I’m going to make you wait. It’ll be better that way.”
“Like hell it will,” Slade protested. “I’ve been thinking about you filling me all day. Just do it already.”
“Like this?” I pressed my middle finger against his hole, pressing inside slowly. So hot. So tight. And, the deeper I pushed, the more Slade’s muscles clenched around my digit. I caressed his back, planting soft kisses along his spine. “Relax for me, boy. Once I am inside of you, I’m not going to be able to hold back.”
“Don’t want you to,” he blurted out. “Want you to fuck me hard. Just like you said you would. Don’t need sweet and tender.”
The sharp slap to his hip was anything but tender. Slade cried out but rocked his hips as if he was seeking out another blow. “You like that? You want Daddy to spank you?”
“Yes, please.” Slade’s head dropped to the pillow. I struck him three more times, massaging his hole in between each sharp slap.
“Don’t hide from me, boy. I want to hear you—your pain.” I slapped him again. “Your pleasure.” I buried my finger deep inside his body. “Everything.” I draped my body over his, biting his shoulder. “Give it to me, Slade. Don’t hold back.”
“Fuck me, Daddy, and I promise I’ll give you everything.”
How I wished that were true. Sure, Slade would open up for me, as long as we were both naked and the endorphins addled his brain, but I wasn’t stupid. Once the aftershocks of our orgasms faded, I knew Slade would shut down on me. This was intense, even for me, and it was only natural that he would be terrified of the connection I knew damn well he felt. I sat back on my heels watching his hole tighten as I rolled the condom down my shaft. I covered his back with my body, lacing our fingers together. “You ready, boy?”
“I’ve been ready since the first time you touched me on the stairs last night,” Slade admitted. When he buried his face against the pillow, groaning something about being stupid for saying that out loud, I yanked his hair, forcing his head back.
