He fell over me, his nose sliding across mine. His lips hovered above my mouth. His breath ghosted over my face. “You were saying,” he whispered.
A hand buried itself in his curls, holding him still. My head turned, “I said, " Daddies are supposed to give their boys what they want and need. I need you to fuck me. Own my ass and make how stupid an idea it is to be here seem like the best idea anyone’s ever had in the history of ideas.”
CHAPTER 10
DANIEL
A feral needI didn’t know I possessed washed over me, and I lost it. I cupped the back of his neck, slammed our mouths together, plunging my tongue in and out of his mouth at the same cadence as my dick took his ass.
Something about his insinuation that I was his Daddy and him giving me permission to own his ass did something to me, unleashed something sinister. I wanted to claim him. Own him.
Sitting up, I dropped a foot to the floor, pulled his ass into my lap, holding him against me as I fucked into him. Hard. Rough. The movement of our bodies scooted the couch across the floor. We smacked into the end table. The lamp crashed to the floor, shattering on the hardwood, barely registering in the red haze of lust that colored my mind.
Only Xander got through fully. The way his hands gripped my forearms above the wrists where I held his hips, the way his ass felt wrapped around my cock, the way he sounded as he grunted, groaned, and whined as he begged.
All of it had my nuts churning and tingling, drawing up.
“Daniel!” he gasped. The words were a raspy whisper of need. The same need burned through me like wildfire.
“Jerk your cock, pretty boy. Come for me.”
His back and neck arched as his hand wrapped his cock in a death grip. The palm flew up and down the shaft in tandem with my thrusts.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous, Xander. Such a pretty fucking boy. One I could fuck for days.”
“Yes!” he screamed, cum shooting into the air, splattering us both.
His hole, spasming, pulled me over the edge. My cock jerked, pumping cum into him. I fell over him, taking his mouth. We kissed between gasps, my fingers tracing his collarbones while his threaded through my hair.
“You have some weird fetish, don’t you?”
Xander hummed in response and twined his legs around me, pulling me into his arms as I softened and slipped from his hole.
“And now, my cum is gonna be crusted in my pubes.”
“You’re welcome,” he mumbled sleepily.
“C’mon, pretty boy. Let’s get cleaned up.” I sat up, pulling him with me until we stood next to the couch.
“I should probably…”
“Get your ass in the shower,” I responded.
“But…”
Gone was the hot, sexy, feral gay man fueled with lusty greed, and in his place stood a shy, unsure man. The dichotomy of Xander a.k.a. Alex Madison intrigued me in a way few things in life ever had. One moment, he stood proud and confident, then in a blink, confidence melted away, leaving, I hated to say it, because of where it led my brain, a shy, teenage boy who didn’t know his worth or place in the world.
I pulled him to me, kissed him firmly, then dragged him behind me to the shower. “I missed showering with you once tonight. It’s not happening again.”
He laughed softly, trailing behind me to the shower.
“I’ll get the water started.”
I nodded, disposed of the condom I didn’t think he even realized I donned, and joined him under the spray. He pulled me into his arms, lifting his chin. Closing the gap between us, I sipped at his lips and picked up the shower gel.
“Nope. If Daddies fuck their boys good, then the boy is supposed to take care of the Daddy afterward.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “I told you, I’m no Daddy. And I seriously doubt you’re a boy.”
