Chapter 10
DANIEL
A feral need I 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.”
“If it gets my hole reamed the way you just did, I’ll be whatever the non-Daddy wants.”
Laughter bubbled up, forcing my head back, but what kept it there was the groan when his soapy hands massaged my neck, shoulders, chest, back, and arms. The tripped lightly over my abs, down then up my hips and thighs, leaving anticipation behind.
And a jerking dick that didn’t seem to give a fuck that he was sore as hell from the man in front of us nearly tearing him from my body not more than twenty minutes ago.
Xander nudged me, then spun me to face the back of the tiled shower stall when I didn’t move fast enough.
“Hands on the wall. Ass out.”
“I’m liking the sound of this.”
He kissed the nape of my neck, whispering against my damp skin, “You should.”
He dropped to his knees behind me, buried his face in my ass. Licking, nipping, sucking at the rim of my hole until my cock throbbed, and I beat my fists against the wall to keep from coming.
“Xander…”
“I’m enacting a rule,” he said, biting my ass cheek before smacking my ass hard enough that I yelped.
“I’m pretty sure that’s not the way a Daddy/boy relationship works.”
“I’ve never been one for rules.”
Slick fingers pressed inside my tongue-fucked hole, and I sighed, relieved his thoughts and mine aligned.
My head fell forward, my forehead smacking the tile wall, only to roll onto my shoulders while he stretched me.
Like the first time we fucked, he worked me open quickly, but didn’t stop until he had me on the verge of coming without touching my cock.
“Xander, a virgin doesn’t need this much attention.”
He chuckled, his breath ghosting over my shoulder. “Fucked many virgins have you?”
“None. It’s a good guess,” I grunted.
His cock replaced his fingers, the burn and stretch I loved nearly non-existent.
He thrust forward with the same mercilessness I showed him on the couch.
His cock dragged over the nerves in my ass, setting off fireworks in my pelvis.
Reaching back, the nails of one hand buried themselves in his outer thigh.
Oh wait. There it is.
“Fucking Christ,” I groaned. The boy fucked like a champ—rough, gentle, chaotic. Utterly unpredictable.
“Nope, Daddio, just your pretty boy.”
“I hate you.”
Laughter—loud, cackling, glee—echoed off the tile walls. “Should I stop?” he asked while actually pausing.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” I groaned, shoving my ass into his crotch and fucking myself on his thick shaft. He laughed and started moving again, pegging me with every short, hard snap of his hips.
“You’re evil. You and that dick of yours.”
Seven be-you-tiful seven inches of…
“I’ll remember that when you’re begging me to let you come.”
“Fucking…evil,” I gasped. The mention of coming shot a lightning bolt straight to my balls, leaving lust and need behind.
Pressing my face in the crook of one arm, the other dropped to my throbbing dick.
Precum leaked profusely from the slit, coating the tip.
With the slick smeared over my shaft, I tugged my hard-on, trying to keep pace with Xander’s thrusts.
“That’s right, jerk that gorgeous dick, Daddio. Paint the walls with your spunk. Show me what I do to you,” he grunted behind me.
Filth kept dripping from his full lips. Shit I’d heard before from other guys that I’d considered a turn off did the exact opposite when it came from Xander. The man waxed poetic about my ass and the way my cock felt when I fucked him.
I wanted to come, I needed it, but something wasn’t quite right.
His fingers moved from my hips to my chest, his thumbs brushing my nipples. The calluses caught on the tender nubs.
“Goddammit. Shit, pretty, that feels good.”
“Then this will feel even better,” he said, pinching and twisting my nipples while pegging my prostate over and over.
“Holy fuck!” I screamed, my eyes squeezing shut as all the pain and pleasure morphed into a beautiful kaleidoscope of color that danced on the back of my eyelids.
My cock erupted, jerking in my hand while cum painted the tiles. His hand gripped my neck, pressed my face to the mosaic tiles, thrusting into me several times, his teeth biting down as he came.
My cock jerked again. Several times. A whimper escaped as a dry orgasm tore my body. Xander eased out of me, turning me around. His brow arched, and his palms cradled my face.
“You okay?”
I nodded and smiled. Sighing, I pulled his lips to mine.
They met softly, languidly, moving together slowly, and in complete sync.
They even opened together. Our tongues caressing and massaging one another in the same unhurried way, moving from his mouth to mine and back.
They even parted at the same time. Our foreheads pressed together, air rushing in and out, ghosting each other’s faces.
“You rocked my world, pretty boy.”
“Right back at you, Daddio.”
We stood, tangled together, letting the water wash over us. I couldn’t say what, if anything, was going through his mind, but PERFECTION flashed on my closed eyelids as if they were billboards in Times Square.
It scared me as much as it thrilled me. Xander was perfect.
He had that strong, alpha male warrior vibe, with a sensitive side.
He was dominant and submissive as needed, sliding seamlessly from one role to the other.
A more dominant man than I would hate it, but I loved that when he felt the itch, he took control as he just did.
I didn’t want a bunch of conversation and negotiation when I fucked. I wanted to do what came naturally.
His hands moved over me, kneading my muscles as they went. The familiar smell of my bodywash tickled my nose while the suds under his palms tickled my skin. Grabbing the shampoo, I started washing his hair.
“Shouldn’t I be doing that for you?”
“You mean since you rubbed cum in my hair again?”
“Yeah. And because pretty boys are supposed to take care of their Daddios.”
I shoved the boy under the showerhead. “I’d tell you to stop being cute, if I thought it’d do any good.”
His infectious, lyrical laughter triggered my own. “I should spank your ass.”
Dashing the water from his face, he smirked, stood up straight, and gave a little head shake, “Yes, Daddio. Please and thank you very much.”
“Brat.”