21. Lex
LEX
I can’t seem to keep my hands off Rory.
During dinner, all I wanted to do was pull him into my lap and brush my nose in his hair. I constantly find my hand in his, or on his shoulder, low back, waist, knee, thigh. Basically, I’m all over him, and after years of not kissing anyone, it seems like I can’t get enough of his obscene lips.
“Why don’t you brush your teeth before we get into bed?” I’ve already gotten him into one of the many new pairs of pajamas I bought for him. He was so excited to see them. And if he was excited by that, just wait until he sees his side of the closet.
“Can I nurse before bed?” he asks shyly.
“I need you to.” I squeeze my pecs to check, and Rory watches the movement.
“I want to.” He smiles widely at me and practically jumps up and down.
“Okay, rabbit.” I hold him still, so I can kiss his head without getting my teeth knocked out. “Go.” I turn him toward the bathroom.
When I gave Rory the house tour, he didn’t seem too impressed with all the fancy things I’ve filled my house with, but more with the character. The marble tile, the original wood floors, and the crown molding were big hits with him, but nothing got more of a reaction from him than the bathtub.
I’ve been updating this “mobster mansion” as Rory called it, but I don’t like contractors in my space, and I can’t stand the mess and noise. So it’s been slow going. Maybe that’s a good thing, and I could ask Rory to help me. I’m sure I could use more color in my life.
“I’m ready, Daddy.” He practically bounds out of the bathroom.
“And eager,” I tease and pick him up.
He sighs happily and buries his face into my neck. He groans. “You smell amazing.”
“Thank you, rabbit.” I set him on the bed, and he bounces on his knees.
“Can I help you?” he asks when I reach to take off my tie. I smirk.
“You want to help Daddy undress?” He nods. “Tell me what you want,” I demand, and he shivers.
“I want to help you undress, Daddy.”
“Good boy.” I move my hands to my sides, and he knee walks over to me before pulling my tie loose. Then he works the buttons open.
“You’re so handsome,” he whispers. “These big muscles and all this sexy hair.” He makes a yummy noise. “This body is a work of art.” His hands still when he gets to the scar across my stomach. “What happened?”
“Remember how I told you about the angry man?”
“Yes.” His fingers trace the long but thankfully shallow scar.
“He’s got a lot of enemies, and someone tried to stab him during a fight.”
“He better have retired after that,” Rory growls, and I laugh.
“He did.”
“Was it really bad?” Rory looks worried, so I tilt his chin to me.
“It didn’t even need stitches.”
He nods and resumes undressing me.
“Will you promise to be careful? I just found you, and I don’t want to lose you.”
“Nothing will ever keep me from you.”
“Promise?” His slender arms push off my shirt before crossing behind my neck. He stares into my eyes with his bright green ones. Not many people can hold eye contact with me, but he can.
“I promise.”
“Good.” Rory grabs my shoulders and pulls backwards so I tumble on top of him with a chuckle.
“Careful, rabbit.” Thankfully, I catch myself before I crush him.
He wraps his slim but strong legs around my hips before leaning up and whispering in my ear, “I want to feel your body on mine.”
“Maybe you should suck me first. I wouldn’t want to drip all over you.” He groans like the idea gets him hot. “You want my milk on you, baby boy?”
“Yes.”
“But that would mean less for you to drink,” I tease.
“I’d still get the milk.” He winks and pinches my nipple.
“You sneaky little thing.” I bend down to kiss him, and he pulls me tight. My tongue sneaks over his lips and he parts for me so sweetly, but then he suddenly freezes and starts shaking.
I roll off him in case I made him feel trapped. “Rory? Baby? Tell me what you need.” He just sits there for a moment, and I’m just starting to get really worried when he throws himself into my arms and buries his face in my neck.
“I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” His head shakes no against my skin. “Is this like last night when you couldn’t talk?” He nods yes and snuggles closer. “Would suckling make you feel better?”
Rory wiggles lower in my arms and teases my nipple until it’s hard enough to latch on to.
“Such a good boy.” I card my fingers through his hair, and he grins. “Thank you for helping me.”
When I wake up the next morning, Rory is already latched on, and he’s thrusting gently against my thigh.
I’m about to tease him for his eagerness, but he’s still asleep.
This boy is so sweet and scared, but his body betrays what he truly wants.
He misses intimacy, and I can give that to him, so I stay still and experience the sweet torture of his mouth and watch as he thrusts his hard little dick against me.
It makes a cute tent in his pajamas. I ignore my own throbbing erection which is making a much more impressive tent in my pajamas.
I’m tempted to reach down and squeeze it to relieve some of the pressure, but I don’t want to wake him, so I suffer in silence.
Suffer?
I scoff. This is hardly suffering. I’ve made plenty of people suffer in my day, so I know what suffering looks like, and I’ve faced my own suffering in the past.
“Daddy?” a sleepy voice asks as he looks up at me.
“Hey, rabbit,” I whisper. “Are you having a good breakfast?”
“So good.”
“Looks like it,” I tease.
His eyes widen as he looks down at himself. I can tell he’s about to panic, so I lower my voice and purr. “I love the feel of your hard little dick against me.”
“You…you do?”
“It’s just the cutest thing ever. I’d love to get it in my mouth.” He shivers. “I bet I could swallow the whole thing.”
“It is kinda cute,” he answers shyly. “Most guys don’t suck me. I’m more of a hole to be used.”
“Idiots. I bet you taste delicious everywhere.” My hand slides down his torso to his slim hips. “Can you feed from the other side for me? I’m feeling lopsided.”
He chuckles and lets me help him to my other nipple.
“I don’t want to rush you, but if you ever want anything from me, just ask me. I’m here when you’re ready, and if you’re never ready, I’ll just whack off a lot.”
He laughs now and tucks himself into my side.
“I feel like I’m getting there. I really want you, but I’m still worried, and maybe I have some performance anxiety.” He looks down at his now soft dick and laughs again when he sees my still hard dick. “Looks like you don’t have that issue.”
“What can I say? You’re so sexy, I’ll be hard enough for the both of us.”
“That’s not how it works, Daddy.” He chuckles, and I shush him.
“Don’t question Daddy. Now get to work.” I tease his mouth along my nipple, and he licks it like a kitten would. “And now you’re teasing me?” He smiles and finally latches. “Good boy.”
“Hey, pixie,” Brendan says when Rory answers his call.
“Hey. How are you?”
“I noticed you didn’t go home last night.” Brendan’s fishing, but it’s gentle. “Where did you sleep last night?”
“Lex took me back to his mobster mansion. This place is huge! It even has a pool!” Brendan tries to interrupt him, and Rory deflects brilliantly. “And the chef, Cece, is amazing. She made roast chicken for dinner with the fluffiest mashed potatoes ever and fancy tacos for lunch.”
“That sounds so good. All the church ladies have been bringing over casseroles.” He gags, and Rory laughs.
“Gross. Tuna?” His nose crinkles adorably.
“And mushrooms.” Rory shivers dramatically. “Thankfully, there’s been plenty of bars too.”
“The ones with the butterscotch chips?” Rory asks excitedly, and I make a mental note to look up what kind of dessert that is.
“Of course.”
“How’s Mom?”
“She’s sleeping a lot right now, but she’ll be fine.”
“Good.”
“And speaking of sleeping, where did you sleep last night?”
Rory’s eyes widen before he quickly recovers. “There’s like thirty bedrooms in this house.”
“You’re deflecting.”
“Where else would I sleep?”
“I don’t know, where?” Brendan accuses again, and I don’t like it.
“He’s scared to be alone,” I growl.
“Well, it sounds like he isn’t alone, but that he’s with a dangerous man.”
“He’s not in danger when he’s with me.” I kiss Rory’s hand, and he blushes.
“So where did he sleep if he’s with you?”
“At my estate.”
“Where?” he asks sternly.
“I slept in Daddy’s bed,” Rory practically shouts and then looks nervous before he gives me the biggest smile.
I bend over to kiss him quick. “Good boy,” I whisper.
“Daddy—” Brendan makes a bunch of strange noises before he tries again. “Daddy? Rory? I— you… What?”
“Lex is my Daddy, and I’m staying in his mobster mansion because I feel safe here.”
Brendan makes some more gasping noises before he asks Rory to give us a minute. Rory just shrugs and leaves the bedroom.
“How much trouble would I get into if I threatened you to stay the fuck away from my brother?” he asks calmly.
“I’d retire you with a bullet,” I answer, equally calm.
“Not if you want to keep Rory happy,” he answers smugly.
“Good thing you aren’t going to warn me to stay the fuck away from your brother then.”
“So you’re what now? Dating?”
Dating is too weak a word. He’s mine, and I’ll kill anyone who touches him, but Brendan won’t understand yet. “Yes.”
“Then I’m obligated to give you the ‘if you hurt him’ speech.”
“If I hurt Rory, you have my permission to kill me.”
“Good, because as a doctor, I don’t need a gun to kill you.”
I chuckle. “That boy deserves nothing but sweetness and comfort for the rest of his life.”
Brendan sighs. “He does. Take good care of him while I’m gone.”
“I will. Take as much time as you need.”
He huffs a laugh. “Trying to keep me away for longer?”
“Yes.” I want Rory all to myself.
“At least you’re honest. Tell Rory I said good night.”
“Will do.”
I end the call and open the door to let Rory back in.
“Is everything alright? I didn’t mean to dump that on him. I wanted to wait until he got home, but he kept pushing.”
“I knew he was going to be a hard sell, but he loves you and wants what’s best for you.”