Page 4 of His Incubus Husband

“I want to be touched. I want to know how it feels to…to make love.” His hot breath fanned Oswald’s face. “Will you do it? Will you teach me?”

“Come with me.”

Oswald took Valentino’s hand and strode through the crowd, straight to the elevators and down to the garage. True to his role, Valentino stood in the elevator car, hunched over and nervous, sneaking shy glances at him. Oswald hugged him to his chest, and the boy sighed, nuzzling his shirt.

The tiniest smirk escaped Valentino when Oswald’s silver Aston Martin lit up at the press of his key. Oswald opened the passenger door for him, and Valentino climbed inside.

“It’s a beautiful car. My father has one just like this but dark blue.”

“What does your father do?”

“He’s in finance.” Valentino looked outside at the passing city lights. “You can never tell anyone about this,” he said in a shaky voice. “Please?”

“I won’t. I promise.”

He nodded and took a shuddering breath.

“I’ll bring you pleasure, angel, so much pleasure. It’ll be our secret.” Oswald placed a hand on Valentino’s thigh and stroked it gently. Then he turned his hand palm up, and the boy took it, interlacing their fingers.

Watching Valentino deep in his role, visibly trembling, Oswald wondered if he’d been too hasty in inviting the omega into his home.

None of his enemies could have sent the boy as bait because nobody, not even Oswald, had known where he’d be tonight. He most definitely hadn’t been followed, and the omega had already been at the club when he’d arrived.

But if Valentino ever decided to make a living as a con artist, he’d be most successful.

Afraid the fantasy would slip between his fingers, he guided his beautiful conquest straight to his bedroom.

“Do you want something to drink, sweetheart?”

Valentino shook his head, his lips parted, as he looked around the room. Oswald crouched at his feet and caressed his hips.

“We don’t have much time,” Valentino said timidly. “My father might already be looking for me.”

“Do you trust me?” It was a ridiculous question—trust must be earned—but it was perfect for their game about a clueless virgin and his wily seducer. Oswald unzipped Valentino’s pants. “Will you let me take care of you?”

“Yes. I trust you.” The naive reply made his dick throb.

“Turn around for me, beautiful.”

Valentino shuffled around and wrapped his hand around one bedpost.

Carefully, Oswald tugged the white slacks over Valentino’s ass cheeks. What he revealed took his breath away. The most beautiful, youthful fuzzy peach of an ass framed in the pearly white lace of a barely there jockstrap.

He nuzzled the bare crack and brushed his lips through the groove.

Then he painstakingly slowly dragged Valentino’s pants down, tapping on one leg and then the other, pulling them off.

He knelt behind Valentino, his face level with the omega’s crease. A distinct scent of arousal drifted from between those flawless ass cheeks.

“Put one knee on the bed, angel.”

Valentino took a deep breath. He lifted one leg, knelt on the edge of the mattress, and leaned forward. The move opened his crease and exposed his pucker.

Oswald bit back a moan.

Smooth, pink, precious. A tiny dry hole, clenched tight, surrounded by the softest pale skin. He looked one hundred percent the eighteen-year-old virgin he was pretending to be.

“You’re breathtaking,” Oswald murmured and pressed a chaste kiss on the boy’s small, completely hairless balls. He nuzzled higher. Kissed the warm taint. Brushed it with the tip of his tongue. Then he opened his mouth and kissed the sweetest pucker he’d ever seen, swirling his tongue against it.