Chapter 23 #2
“Look at me, Lane,” I say, and he does, those light brown orbs landing on me. I can feel the heat of his gaze like a physical caress.
“Like this?” he asks huskily.
“Just like that, baby boy.”
Then I start to sketch.
It’s heady to have him to watch me as I sketch. I feel like I’m under a microscope but in a good way. Like Lane is studying me, appreciating the view as much as I am.
“Can we talk while you draw?” he asks.
I flick my eyes up to him. “Yes, we can. You okay?”
“I’m fine. How was work?”
It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him that while I was seeing patients, I was trying to figure out how to kill his parents, but he doesn’t need to know about that.
“Work was fine. A patient came in for a wire removal from a surgery I did a few weeks ago.”
“What was the surgery?”
I stop drawing and look at him. “Do you really want me to explain it to you?”
“Of course. I may not understand everything you say, but I’d like to know.”
Smiling, I describe the procedure. I don’t dumb it down, but when I say a more technical term, I tell him what the word means. He nods in understanding, but he also asks questions if he’s unsure.
I’m not sure why that fills me with contentment, but it does. My heart thumps with happiness as I finish explaining the procedure.
“That sounds interesting,” Lane says, then he shivers. “And bloody.”
“It is,” I say as I sketch lower to his belly and abs. “But it’s a very precise surgery. You can’t fuck it up or you’ll ruin someone’s face. Since we move the upper jaw, not the lower, if it’s not perfect, there’s no way to put it back to its original place.”
“Is that why you like being an oral surgeon? Because you’re a perfectionist?”
My mouth tilts into a half smile. “Yes.”
Lane adjusts his body slightly, lifting his hips in an innocent way. I can’t help but catch a better peek of his sac. My dick throbs in my pants as I let my eyes dance over him, eating him up with my gaze.
He catches me staring at him, and the little brat slowly spreads his legs, dragging his hand down his front to his cock. “Why are you looking at me like that, Daddy?”
“You know why.” I’ve never heard my voice sound this gravelly. “Now move your hand so Daddy can see.”
“Come move it for me,” he says cheekily.
Placing my sketch pad on the floor beside me, I climb onto the bed. I pull him toward me, making him giggle and try to cover himself.
I take both his hands in one of mine and thrust them over his head. Lane arches up, moaning as he gazes up at me with half-lidded eyes. “What are you going to do to me, Daddy?” he pants.
Reaching down with my free hand, I grab the edge of those panties and rip them from his body. His dick springs free, bobbing in the air. I want to suck him down, to drive him insane with my mouth, but my dick needs in him, and I can’t wait.
Kneeling over him, I reach into my pants with my free hand and pull out my cock, stroking my hard length. “Can you handle it rough?”
“Oh yes,” he breathes, arching into me again.
Letting go of his hands, I reach into the nightstand and pull out the lube.
I slick my fingers then push two into his entrance without preamble.
Lane cries out but rolls his hips onto my digits.
I quickly push in a third finger and work him open, wanting him stretched enough that I won’t rip him in two, but I don’t have the patience to do more than that.
Lane’s heated gaze ratchets up my arousal, making my dick throb with need.
Ever since he’s come into my life, Lane has woken something primal inside me that only wants to be inside him, that wants to make his ass memorize the shape of my dick, to recognize me as soon as I tap against his pucker.
I want all of Lane to belong to me.
Pulling my fingers free, I slick up my dick and notch my cockhead to his rim. “Say red if you want me to stop.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
On a growl, I push inside of him, feeling his warm heat clamp around me immediately. “Fuck,” I groan as I glide into him. Lane looks at me with wide eyes, his mouth open as he pants and moans as he takes inch after inch. “Such a good boy for me.”
When I bottom out, Lane grips my thighs, digging his blunt nails into me. “You’re so big, Daddy,” he pants, looking at where my cock is impaled in him. “Feels so fucking good.”
I only give Lane a few seconds to get used to me before I pull back and slam forward. He cries out, his fingers gripping me hard.
Holding on to his hips, I thrust into Lane hard and fast. Over and over, I give him my entire dick, groaning at the feel of him. He’s hot and slick and tight, strangling my cock as I fuck him.
Angling my hips, I push into him, and Lane curses, placing a hand on my abs as if to halt my movements. I slap it away. “You want me to stop, you know what to say,” I grunt, raising up on my palms as I drill into him.
“Yes,” Lane moans, tossing his head back. “Just like that, Daddy. You’re hitting my spot. That’s…that’s my spot. Right there. Please keep…right there.”
I look down at him, his pleasure evident.
Then he gazes up at me, an expression on his face that I can’t explain but fills me with such possessiveness that I grab him by the back of the neck and pull his mouth to mine.
But I don’t kiss him. I hold him there and pant against his lips so he knows who has him.
“Who do you belong to, baby boy?” I growl as I pick up the pace. I dart my tongue out and lick the seam of his lips, making him moan louder.
“You…Daddy. Only you.”
“Say my fucking name.”
Ryell!” he shouts, moaning loud and long. “Ryell. Oh god! Feels so…” His back bows, and Lane gasps before his hot seed shoots between us.
I growl and piston into him, finally planting my lips on his. My dick throbs as my orgasm explodes out of me, coating his walls. I groan into his mouth as I keep fucking him, using his hole to milk all the cum from my balls.
When I’m empty, I collapse on top of Lane, dragging in greedy breaths. Lane wraps his arms around me, rubbing my back as he kisses me anywhere his lips can reach.
Leaning up so I’m no longer crushing him, I ask, “You okay? Did I hurt you?” The question comes as a surprise, since I never care about anyone’s comfort. But it’s important that I take care of Lane, since no one else has.
With a beautiful smile on his face, Lane shakes his head. “It was perfect. Exactly what I needed.”
I kiss his shoulder, then pull out of him. Lane gasps, then his cheeks turn red as he reaches down to his hole.
When he tries to find something to clean himself with, I grab his hand. “Oh no. Let me see.”
I turn Lane to the side, push his leg high and grab his ass cheek, spreading him open. My cum trickles from his ass, the sight so fucking sexy that I almost bend to lick it up so I can feed it to him. But I have plans for this.
I replace my hand with his and say, “Hold yourself open for me.”
His cheeks still red, he does what I say.
Sliding off the bed, I sit in the chair butt-ass naked with a wet, half-hard cock, and grab my sketch pad. I look at where my cum is leaking from him, then I finish up the sketch, my dick hardening as I watch my cum trail down his balls and thigh.
“I like how you look at me,” Lane murmurs.
Flicking my gaze back up to him, I say, “Yeah?’
He nods. “Like you really want me and won’t let me go.”
My hand pauses on the sketch pad, trying to read the expression on his face. “Do you want me to let you go?”
Tears in his eyes, he shakes his head and whispers, “Never.”
Something in my chest unfurls, and I feel warm all over. I’m not sure what it means; I’ve never felt anything like it before. So instead of answering, I go back to sketching, trying to sort my feelings out, but not having much luck.
This isn’t something I want to talk to Jacob about, not something I want to ask any advice on. What I feel is for me and Lane. No one else.
I want to sort this new feeling out, but I can’t. Not right now. Right now, I want to live in the glow of knowing that my boy wants me to keep him, that he likes my eyes on him.
He’s the perfect model.
“Daddy?”
“Yes, baby?” I say, peering into his coy eyes.
“Can you replace the panties you ripped? I really liked them.”
Chuckling, I nod, then turn the sketch around for him to see. At the bottom of the picture, I wrote a word. Just four tiny letters.
MINE.