Chapter Two
As soon as we leave the club, I grab his hand and spin him to face me. “Last chance, little one. Are you sure?”
He rolls his eyes and nods. “Take me to your place, Daddy. I want my reward.”
Pride revellers still fill the streets, enticed by the warm June evening. The air is full of laughter, music, and happiness. I love it here. Here I can be who I am—out and proud.
My marriage ended terribly six years ago. After eighteen years, I could no longer hide who I was and what I wanted, and I confessed to my wife. Clare didn’t take it well, to say the least. She fleeced me of a lot of money, but even worse, she turned our children against me. Of course she denied it, but I knew. But as they became adults, they made up their own minds and started talking to me again. We see each other as often as our busy lives allow. Nate has recently finished uni and is job hunting. When he needs some cash, he works with me a couple of days a week. Charlotte is in her second year at Sheffield.
We turn the corner into my street. “You live here?”
Spencer stops before a modern ten-storey building.
“I do. Is that a problem?”
I can’t think of anything he could find wrong.
“Hell, no, I’ve always wondered what it would be like to live here. I sure could never afford it.”
A deep frown mars his forehead.
“Well, now’s the time to find out. I’ve lived here since it was completed. I love that it’s close to the shops and pubs, and the view is spectacular.”
We walk to the entrance, and I press my card to the security lock, which beeps once, and I pull the door open.
Spencer gazes around the bright foyer, his eyes wide. How old is he? Around twenty-two, twenty-three? I’ve battled with myself over not only my sexuality but also my desire for younger men. Men I can look after, care for, and fuck. Since I came out, I haven’t been promiscuous, but after I found my niche in Daddy kink, I know what I’m looking for in a partner. And I have high hopes Spencer will meet all my criteria. Not many men I like want the same things as I do. Is Spencer going to be another man who’ll walk out tomorrow and I’ll never see again? Do I want him to hang around, to do more? I’ll find out soon enough.
The lift chimes, and the door swishes open. I allow him to enter first and press the button for my floor. When the door closes, I yank him to me and kiss him while I walk him backwards to the back wall. I can’t wait to do more, but the lift isn’t the place to strip him out of his clothes, as little as there are of them. But I want to feel more of his skin, and I push my hands under his tight top and stroke his back.
The lift dings, and the door slides open again.
Spencer tears his mouth away. “Fucking hell, you’re a great kisser.”
“Thank you. So are you.”
I guide him to my flat on the top floor. In fact, my flat is the top floor.
“What do you do for a living? Sheesh, Carl, this is the entire top floor.”
“I have a couple of car dealerships here and in Leeds.”
I unlock the door and let him walk through first.
He stops in the middle of the room and slowly spins around, taking it all in. He whistles. “Nice place.”
But he doesn’t look overly impressed. If anything, he seems to genuinely like it, as if he’s comfortable being here. And I don’t mind that one bit. And isn’t that a strange thought? We both want a night of fun, which will be a guarantee, but he looks like he belongs in my place. “Spencer, can I get you a drink? Beer or a spirit? What would you like?”
“Um, nothing, thanks. I’m good.”
His mouth turns up in a half smile that makes a dimple pop out. “Or I will be when we go back to kissing, but this time I want to strip off our clothes.”
“Come this way.”
The long corridor to the left of the doorway leads to the bedroom. I purposely left off the lights. The open curtains give us enough moonlight to see each other. “Any rules or something you’d like me to do to you, little one?”
I run my hand down his soft cheekbone and cup his chin. “I want to do so many things to you. Make you pant and moan. I want to hear these gorgeous lips screaming my name.” I rub over his slightly swollen bottom lip.
Spencer’s dark brown eyes flutter closed, and he parts his lips and licks over the pad of my thumb. “You can do want you want to me as long as I get to feel your thick cock pulsing inside me. I want to wear your mark so I’ll remember this night.”
He sucks on my thumb, swirling his tongue around it and scraping his teeth over the pad. “Stay still. I’m going to kiss every part of your body as I uncover it.”
I tuck my fingers at the hem of his cropped top, then slip them underneath. The bumps under the stretched fabric are small barbells through each nipple, just as I hoped. I tweak and tug on each bar. Spencer moans and pushes his chest into my hands. Ha, he likes a little pain. I flick the nub of his nipple. Unable to wait, I push the top up and pull it over his head. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous, boy.”
“Less talking, Daddy,”
he says, which earns him a smack on his pert arse.
“Behave, little one, or you won’t get your reward.”
I undo the button on his shorts and slide the metal tab on his zip down. His cock springs out, and Spencer sighs with relief. “No underwear? Naughty boy,”
I murmur in his ear. I push my hands down the back of his skimpy shorts, drag them off his arse, and let them drop to the floor. I grab his cheeks and knead them, spreading them apart, using a little more pressure than a normal caress. His groan is the reaction I was hoping for.
“God, Daddy, you’re killing me.”
I kiss down his body, suck on his nipples, and bite the bar between my teeth. In reaction, he squirms, arching his back force his chest to my mouth. After another hiss and gasp of pain, I travel down until his cock is in front of my face.
“Watch me,”
I say. His eyes, black with lust, shoot down. I flick my tongue over the tip of his cock and lap up a drop of his pre-cum. “Delicious.”
Keeping my eyes on his, I take him deep into my mouth and suck and lick. My hands are back on his arse, massaging the perfect globes. I spread his cheeks again and tap against the tight, wrinkled skin of his hole. A spurt of pre-cum on my tongue is enough for me to know he’s close to coming, but I don’t want that yet.
I come off his cock and stand. “Get on the bed, boy. On your hands and knees. I want to see you.”
He jumps onto my king-size bed. I pull my leather jeans off and kick them away but keep on the harness, then climb up in front of him. I press a firm kiss on his mouth, where the imprints of his top teeth show on his bottom lip from him biting down on it.
“Is there anything you don’t want me to do? I’m not talking extreme kinks. But I do want to eat out your delicious arse. Are you okay with being rimmed?”
He nods eagerly, swaying his hips from side to side and spreading his knees wider.
I chuckle. “Good boy. No coming until I tell you.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
His voice is soft but thick with desire. I press one more kiss on his mouth.
“No biting that lip. I want to hear every noise you make.”
As soon as my hands are back on his arse, he sticks his bum back as if desperate for my tongue. I draw one of his balls into my mouth, stretching his sac, and suck and swirl my tongue around the small sphere until he fists the sheet. I release it with a pop and lick from the base of his sac, over his taint, to his beautiful pink hole. I have to control my smile when, after the first lick, he groans and grunts.
I take my time licking and sucking his pucker. I probe and stab at his hole, loosening him with my tongue and then my fingers.
When he tries to fuck himself on my fingers, I bite down on his plump arse, sucking the skin and leaving the first mark. “Steady, boy. I’m in charge. I can make you wait a long while.”
“No, Daddy, please. I’m ready. I need you inside me.”
I pump three lube-coated fingers inside him, corkscrewing them, then sliding over his prostate. Pre-cum is trailing from his cock as a translucent thread.
I grab a condom from the three I pulled out of the box when I retrieved the lube from my side table. When I withdraw my fingers, his hole gapes beautifully for me. I can’t help licking inside him again and lap at the slick wall. I’ve never gone this far so quickly with anyone, but with Spencer, it feels right, so right.
I flip him over onto his back and spread his legs wide. He bites down on his lip, I’m going to have to find a way to stop that, his lust-glazed eyes locked on mine.
I push the head of my latex-covered cock to his hole and slip into him easily. The tight heat of his channel clenches around me, and I curse, holding back.
This feels even better than I hoped for. Pure heaven. As if he were made for me. But I need to slow down. I don’t want this over with too soon.