Chapter 5
DAMIEN
The boy was perfect. My boy, who’d had me feeling both protective and possessive almost from the moment I first laid eyes on him. Needy, beautiful Jack, whose aura of sweet, naive innocence had me damn close to believing him when he said he wanted to be mine.
“Tell me who you belong to tonight, sweet boy,” I said, letting myself sink deeper into the fantasy.
Jack blinked, pulling his eyes off my cock and looking up at me with that open, guileless silver gaze that shot right past my defenses and had me giving in to parts of myself I’d once thought would never see the light of day.
“I belong to you, Daddy.” He bit his lip, then gave me a shy smile and added, “But not just for tonight. If you want? I’m yours for as long as you want me.”
“Oh sweetheart,” I said as heat pooled in my balls, thickening my cock and all but stopping my breath. This boy… goddamn. “I can’t imagine ever not wanting you.”
Too soon. Too honest. Too fucking revealing when I normally kept my emotions close to the chest.
But still true.
Jack’s breath hitched, his eyes going wide. “D-D-Daddy?”
Jesus. Either he was that good at giving the client what they truly wanted, or else the cautious hope shining from his eyes was real… and fuck if I’d know for sure which was true until the time Marcus was paying him for finally ran out.
It had sure as hell sounded like he’d just offered me more than an open invitation to pay by the hour, though.
“That’s right, sweetheart,” I said, giving my cock a long, slow stroke as I fully embraced the fantasy. “You’re mine, and I’m not letting you go.”
“Really?” Jack blurted, another one of those gorgeous blushes spreading across his cheeks. Then he ducked his head, peeking back up at me as he whispered, “I mean… I mean, thank you?”
I grinned. Fucking adorable. He didn’t believe me, and that was okay… for now. He thought we were still role playing, but claiming him like that, out loud and in no uncertain terms, had filled me with a bone-deep, primal satisfaction that I’d never felt before. It felt right.
And that first spontaneous reaction of his, the flash of disbelieving joy I’d seen in his eyes?
Fuck it. This wasn’t just about living out a fantasy, and I never had been any good at playing pretend.
After living forty years in denial and spending a fair amount of that married to the wrong damn person, I was done wasting time.
Jack was goddamn perfect for me… and I was starting to suspect that I was perfect for him, too.
Jack needed a Daddy. I didn’t know what kind of situation he’d been in before he’d started sex work—something I was actually starting to believe he might be just as new to as he claimed—but whatever had happened to him in his past, I was pretty sure I wouldn’t like it.
Based on some of the reactions I’d seen from him tonight, Jack didn’t just need any Daddy.
He needed one who would take care of him, who would show him what he was worth, who would protect him and cherish him and praise him…
and who would for damn sure rain down retribution on those who’d harmed him, if ever given the chance.
And now he had that Daddy. He had me, and he had from the moment he’d stumbled through that adorably awkward attempt to tell me his name.
All right, then. It was settled. I was keeping him.
I’d ease him into the idea a little later, though. For now—
“You’re welcome, baby,” I said in a possessive tone that either made me a fool for falling so hard and fast for a rent boy’s practiced charms, or else smart enough to recognize something incredible when it fell in my lap. And foolish or not, I was betting everything on it being the latter.
Although, speaking of laps…
“Be good, sweetheart,” I said with a smile that must have looked just as dirty as it felt, based on Jack’s sharp intake of breath. “Hands off that cock.”
His eyes widened, and he jerked his hands away from his lap and held them up as if trying to prove his innocence. “I… I wasn’t.”
He hadn’t been, but it had been close. Even flustered, though, I could tell he liked being given an order like that. His cock had already been hard, but being told what he could and could not do was making it even harder… and fuck if that didn’t do something to my cock, too.
Something that suddenly felt momentous.
“Baby,” I murmured, running a finger over the rigid length tenting his shorts and getting a desperate whine for my efforts.
Jesus, that was sexy… and I’d just touched another man’s cock.
I swallowed, my eyes locked onto his erection as a riot of emotions ripped through me. Jack had been so unexpected, and the night had moved so fast, that one fundamental fact hadn’t really hit me until right fucking now: for the first time in my life, I had full access to another man’s cock.
Without any warning, a bolt of heat arced down my spine, all the tender, possessive feelings Jack had stirred up in me suddenly eclipsed by an urgent, white-hot arousal more intense than anything I’d ever experienced before.
It was overwhelming and exhilarating and the biggest fucking turn-on of my life.
I was with a man.
I was finally with a man.
No, even better, a boy. One who, for the sake of my own sanity, I’d decided to believe when he said he was old enough to not get me in trouble.
A willing, sweet, perfect, eager boy who I never would have let myself have—my brother had been right about that—but who, now that I had him, I was going to enjoy to the fullest, in every way possible, taking full advantage of everything he had to offer.
I gripped the base of my cock with a low groan, hit with another fierce wave of arousal as Jack’s sweet promise that he’d do anything replayed in my ears.
I would for damn sure take care to learn and respect the limits no one had ever taught him to have, but all the same, it meant a hundred thousand hidden fantasies I’d spent a lifetime denying were suddenly back on the table.
“That little cock of yours belongs to me now,” I said, voicing one of them as my shaft swelled into pure steel, throbbing in my grip.
“And I don’t want you playing with what’s mine without permission,” I added, my voice like gravel as I fought back the kind of urgency I hadn’t experienced since puberty. “Do you understand, Jack?”
“Yes, Daddy.” His pupils blew wide as he nodded frantically and curled his hands into fists where he’d rested them on his thighs, presumably to keep them off my property. “I’ll… I’ll be good.”
“Show me, sweetheart. Spread your legs for me. I want to see what I own.”
Jack did it with a pretty little moan that had me biting back my own.
“Daddy,” he pleaded as his hips thrust helplessly in the air for a second. Then he visibly forced himself to settle, his breath coming in harsh little pants as he held himself still and on display for me.
And those slutty little shorts of his… goddamn. They were so thin I could easily see that he was cut. They did absolutely nothing to hide the slim, hard line of his erection.
“Good boy,” I muttered, stroking myself because hell, I fucking had to. “You’re so fucking good for me, Jack. Jesus, I want...”
My mouth went dry. I’d never let myself actually say it before, had barely allowed myself to think it, but I wanted hard lines, not soft curves.
A hot, tight ass; not soft, wet pussy. I wanted cock, Jack’s cock—in my hand, in my mouth, under my control—leaking and pulsing and spurting for me in unmistakable proof that my boy needed every single thing I planned on giving him.
I wanted fucking all of it, and now that I’d found it—been gifted this perfect, beautiful boy—the idea that I’d actually believed I could go a lifetime without letting myself have it felt preposterous.
I’d been a fool, but that ended now.
“Daddy?” Jack asked, sounding a little breathless.
He sucked his lower lip into his mouth as his eyes dropped back to where I was fisting my cock before jerking up to meet mine again, then one of his hands twitched like he was about to reach for me.
“Do you… Do you want… I mean, Daddy, can I please—”
I stopped the question with a finger over his lips. “Shhh, baby.”
The answer was yes, I did want, and yes, he most definitely could… but the way his pupils blew out and his breath started to quicken the moment I took control told me everything I needed to know: my boy may have been about to ask, but he preferred to be told.
In other words, he was perfect.
I smiled, tunneling my fingers through his hair and then cradling the back of his head. “Remember, Daddy’s in charge.”
Jack’s breath hitched, that gorgeous little cock of his jerking against the tight material of the tiny shorts I couldn’t wait to get him out of. Then his eyes dropped back down to my cock and he whined, a low, erotic sound in the back of his throat that I doubted he was even aware of.
Goddamn, he was sexy. A sweet, dirty little angel begging to be debauched.
I tugged him closer. “Come here, sweetheart. You’re so damn beautiful.” I stopped his attempt at a flustered denial by guiding my cockhead to his lips. “Is this what you wanted? Is my boy hungry for cock? Do you want to make Daddy feel good, baby?”
Jack’s answer was a tiny, desperate sound of pure craving that had my balls pulling tight and my heart squeezing with emotions it was definitely too soon to feel. And when I rubbed my cock across the seam of his lips and the tip of his tongue darted out, swiping across my slit—
“Jesus, baby,” I gasped, an electric jolt of pure, undiluted lust shooting from the head of my cock into… into goddamn all of me.
Jack peeked up at me through those long, pale lashes of his, looking shyly pleased with himself but still uncertain, as if he needed me to reassure him that his moment of taking the initiative was truly okay.
“Greedy boy,” I said, loving the pink blush that instantly stained his cheeks when I teased him. “Look what you do to me.”
“I’d do anything for you, Daddy,” Jack said breathlessly, gazing up at me adoringly as I stroked his hair, then tipped his head back, positioning my cock back where I needed it as he repeated the promise. “Anything.”
Oh hell, it wasn’t just lust I was feeling. It was lust plus need, deep and visceral and all-consuming.
I needed to own him.
I needed to take care of him.
I needed to cherish and use and protect him… and Jesus Fucking Christ on a fully erect cross, I definitely needed to get inside that hot little mouth of his, too.
“Open.” I rubbed my tip over Jack’s plush lips until they parted, painting them with the slick drops already welling out of my slit. “That’s right, just like that. Daddy’s going to do the work now.”
He made another beautiful little sound but otherwise stayed perfectly still with his mouth open for me to use as I pleased, taking me at my word.
“Look at you,” I said, the rest of the world fading away as Jack stared up at me with those beautiful eyes of his, capturing me completely. “You’re so good for me. Now stick your tongue out so Daddy can give you a little more.”
He did it. Of course he did. Staring up at me with an enticing flush on his cheeks and gratitude radiating from every pore as I rubbed my cockhead over his tongue, then finally slid it all the way into the wet heat of his mouth.
And goddamn. My eyes almost rolled back in my head. And when Jack made another one of those deliciously needy sounds, I knew for sure that this was the only heaven I’d ever need.
Even granting that my memory may have been spotty since it had been far too long since I’d had my cock sucked—hell, it had been years—I could honestly say that nothing, nothing had ever felt as good as being inside Jack’s sweet-as-sin mouth for the first time.
“Baby,” I rasped, my cock throbbing as I held the base and fed him the head. “Your mouth feels incredible.”
His eyes started to shine, just like they had every other time I’d praised him, and he swayed forward, offering himself like a gift.
“Oh fuck, you beautiful boy. That’s it. So good. Take a little more for me.”
Jack opened his jaw obediently and I slid in deeper, the sight of his lips spread wide and my cock disappearing between them almost as good as the soft, wet heat that surrounded it. But when Jack’s liquid-silver eyes fluttered closed, the blissed-out expression on his face was almost too much.
Knowing he was getting just as much out of this as I was?
I pulled out before I shot.
“Look at me, sweetheart,” I said, tightening my hand in his hair until his eyes popped back open.
“That’s right. I want you to watch how good you’re making me feel.
I want you to enjoy what you do to me.” I winked at him.
“But not too much. Daddy will be the one who takes care of that pretty cock of yours, so don’t touch yourself while you’re servicing me. ”
“Yes, Daddy,” Jack said breathlessly. “Thank you, Daddy. I’ll… I’ll be good. I promise.”
“Oh sweetheart, you already are.” I traced a finger over his wet lips, already looking swollen even though I hadn’t used him hard… yet. “And I’m glad to see you’re enjoying this,” I added with a wicked smile. “You are, aren’t you?”
He blinked, looking utterly enticing and slightly dazed, then blushed, glancing down at his cock and reflexively trying to close his legs. “Um, yes, Daddy.”
I tsked. “That’s mine. Don’t ever hide it from me, sweet boy. Show me.”
He whimpered, but leaned back and spread his legs wide again as his cock gave every appearance of trying to rip right out of those little shorts.
He may have been embarrassed, but he loved it.
“Good boy,” I said, giving myself a few strokes as I drank in the sight. His arousal. His neediness. His beautiful, addictive submission.
I couldn’t wait to reward him for his obedience. I wanted to be the one, the only one, who brought this boy pleasure, and the thought of all the ways I might do that instantly had me on the edge again.
Fucking hell, I’d never had a hair trigger, but every moment with Jack was a goddamn revelation. He lit my blood on fire, made me feel vibrant and alive and unstoppable in a way I honestly hadn’t known was possible before.
I pulled him toward me again and guided my cock back to his mouth, sinking it back into my own personal slice of heaven with a groan.
He made the most erotic sound I’d ever heard, as if taking my cock was the one thing he’d been missing all his life, and goddamn. It was a good thing I’d decided to keep him, because I could already tell that one night would never be enough with this boy.
In fact, if it hadn’t sounded like an utterly ridiculous claim after less than an hour in his company, I’d swear that the only way to get enough would be to make it forever.