Paris & Boone
PARIS his shoes were polished leather, sleek and elegant.
His warm palm on my cheek sent sparks through my brain. A whimper escaped me. I wanted him to slap me across the face so I could feel his anger and soak it up. Take it away from him so he wouldn’t have to carry it.
“You’d really do anything for me, Boone?” he asked again in a whisper.
“Yes, Mr. Olivier.”
“Look at me.”
I tilted my face up and met his gaze. I’d always been powerless against his beauty, but I’d never felt as helpless as I did then.
Frowning, he stared at me, scraping through my stubble with his thumb. His nostrils flared.
“I’m so needy I’m aching all over, yet every alpha I meet disgusts me. They lean in for a kiss on the cheek, and I want to puke. I haven’t been touched in months. Sometimes I feel so lonely my skin hurts.”
He rubbed his thumb over my closed mouth.
“What will you do to soothe me?”
Was it a test? A game? If so, I didn’t know how to play it.
“Tell me what you want me to do, and I’ll obey you.”
His eyes widened, and he licked his lips.
“Obey me? Such a big, powerful man. Don’t you want to grab me, bend me over, and fuck me?”
My heart thrashed against my rib cage. I could see myself doing that, and a part of me liked it. I was only human. But what the alpha in me wanted was irrelevant. I couldn’t care less.
“Give me an order, Mr. Olivier. Please.”
His gaze darkened, and he seemed to grow before me—or maybe it was me who shrank. He pushed his thumb between my lips, stroking the tip of my tongue. I opened my mouth to him, letting him invade it.
“Suck,” he said.
I tightened my lips around his thumb and sucked as he curled his fingers around my chin. The taste of his skin…
He scrutinized me, his eyes fierce and defiant.
“You see, none of those men cared about who I am and what I need. They wanted to bed the Paris Olivier. They didn’t want me . But you know me, don’t you? You have to. You’ve seen me at my best and my worst. Yet, you’re here, on your knees, begging me to give you an order. And, God forgive me, but I want to. I want to order you around and have you, the big scary alpha, obey me like a dog.”
A shiver went through me, like a jolt of pleasure through my system. I sucked harder on pure instinct, and he stroked my tongue with his thumb.
He pulled it out abruptly.
Bereft, I gazed up at him with my mouth open as he sat on the edge of the bed and raised one foot toward me. He lifted his chin expectantly.
I untied the lace and removed his shoe, then I removed the other one, and then his right sock. When I peeled off his left sock, he placed his right foot on my face. I remained still, with my hands around his ankle.
Closing my eyes, I nuzzled the arch of his foot. He pressed against my face, his toes curling on my forehead.
He could kick me in the head, and I’d crawl back to lick his feet.
“I want to be naked. Take my clothes off. Then I want you to massage my feet.”
I slid his top over his head and unbuttoned his pants. Step by step, I undressed him, uncovering his godlike body. He had the loveliest pecs, small but rounded, a smooth belly, and a perfect cock. It was half hard and pale, and it would fit into my throat just right. But I didn’t stare at it for long.
When he was naked, I settled on my haunches and lifted his foot to my chest. I kneaded the arch and dug my fingers along the tendons on the top of his foot. I could feel his gaze on me as I worked.
“The other one.”
I set his foot gently onto my thigh and lifted the other one.
“Look at me. All of me.”
I dragged my gaze up his bare body, from his parted thighs and his now-hard cock, his belly button and his tight pink nipples, to his flushed face.
“Does it arouse you to see me naked?”
I swallowed. “Yes, Mr. Olivier.”
“I want to see it. Show me your cock, Boone.”
I didn’t think about it. He wanted to see me, so I would expose myself. I unzipped my pants and let them sag on my hips. I took out my desperately hard dick and let my arms hang at my sides.
“Stroke it.”
I closed my eyes as I ran my hand up and down. Pleasure tingled along my length when I felt his gaze on me.
“Enough.”
I let go.
“Open your eyes, Boone.”
He sat on the edge of the mattress, naked. Breathtaking.
He lifted one leg, exposing his crease, and leaned back. The smooth little star looked like an innocent rosebud. My dick jerked.
“Kiss it.”
A shudder went through me.
I didn’t touch him any other way because he didn’t tell me to. I put my hands on the floor and crawled closer. I pressed my lips to the sweet little pucker.
Dazed, I breathed in.
Oh Lord. I could have died right then. I let out a pained moan.
“Kiss it, Boone.” His soft voice turned breathy.
I brushed my lips over the smooth bud. With my nose pressed to his taint, I kissed it chastely, with closed lips, slow and tender, again and again.
“Mm-hmm.” My angel sighed. He sounded content and aroused, and pride swelled in my chest. I was making him feel good.
“You can make me come with your tongue.”
He phrased it as if giving me permission, as if it were something I was allowed to do and not an order. Which was fitting because a part of me feared I was committing a crime when I opened my mouth and licked into him.
He cried out and lay back, his torso arched.
“That’s it. Fuck it with your tongue.”
The taste of him made my balls hurt and precum leak out of my throbbing dick. I dug my fingers into the carpet so I wouldn’t be tempted to grab myself and jerk off.
“More! Make me come, now!”
Oh God . His loud demand was the most arousing thing I’d ever heard.
I thrust my tongue into his loosening hole, as deep as I could, and licked along the front wall, faster and faster. He grabbed his cock and squeezed it, and then he pushed his ass against my face.
“Yes! Oh God, yes!”
His rim clenched on my tongue. I licked and swallowed his slick as his ass fluttered with his orgasm.
Panting, he lay back. “Keep kissing it,” he murmured.
With tender nips and slow presses of my lips, I made love to his hole while my cock wept onto the floor.
“Enough.”
I remained on all fours, my pants halfway down my thighs, my dick out. I still wore my suit jacket, and the tip of my tie brushed the carpet.
My angel gazed at me with heavy-lidded eyes. His lips were parted and his cheeks flushed. He’d never looked more beautiful.
He caressed his stomach, scooping up a few drops of his cum. Then he licked his fingers. My stomach clenched with hunger.
“Do you want to kiss my cum away?”
“I only want to make you feel good.”
A corner of his lip lifted.
“Come closer.” He parted his legs and let them hang over the edge of the mattress.
I shuffled forward. He pointed to the specks of cum on his sweet little belly.
I bent over and sucked them up, one by one, until his skin was clean.
“Now strip.”
I did as I was told. Stark naked and achingly hard, I stood in front of Paris Olivier, the omega who would forever rule over my body and heart.
“I like looking at you, Boone. You’re powerful. The strongest man I’ve ever seen up close.”
I didn’t say anything. He hadn’t asked a question.
“Do you like obeying my orders?”
“Yes, Mr. Olivier.”
“You’re much bigger and stronger than me. Why should you do whatever I say, hm?”
“I only wish to make you happy, Mr. Olivier. It brings me great pleasure to see you content.”
At that, his face split into the single most beautiful, tender smile. His eyes looked a little sad, but that smile was like a ray of sunshine.
“I want you to bathe me.”
Naked and hard, I knelt by the bathtub and washed him. I got to touch every single inch of his body, and I knew I would never get enough.
He hummed when I massaged his scalp and used the showerhead to rinse his hair. I helped him out of the tub and dried him in a fluffy towel. Then I smeared his skin with the lotion he used, every part of him, from his neck to his toes. I’d never been as happy, as drunk on life, as I was right then, with my angel’s body under my hands. He let out small sighs of contentment, like the sweetest music.
When I couldn’t prolong it anymore, I offered him a bathrobe. I held it for him as he slid his arms into the sleeves. He turned and eyed me up and down. His eyes lingered on my rearing erection, but only for a second.
“Go kneel by the bed.”
I gave him a nod and went to the bedroom. I knelt as he’d instructed and waited.
I heard his electric toothbrush, then the toilet flushed, and then water hit the sink. After a few minutes, he walked out, the bathrobe open.
“You’re still hard,” he said.
I glanced at my dick. It was almost purple now, but I felt strangely detached. I’d received so much pleasure from my angel tonight that I could kneel here for days and be happy.
“Make yourself come.”
I groaned when I wrapped my fingers around the base. He watched me intently, a little crease between his eyebrows. I was close in a few strokes.
“Move so you don’t stain the carpet.”
I angled my body to the side so my dick pointed at the hardwood.
He spread his legs and let the robe fall off his shoulders. Then he lifted one foot onto the mattress, showing me his crease. He put his hand on his ass cheek, spreading himself open wider.
With my gaze on his little hole, I jerked off faster. I’d kissed him there, and he’d come for me.
“Tomorrow, when I’m done at the studio and we come back here, I want you tied to this bed. I haven’t had a cock inside me in more than a year. I will ride yours.”
With a pained groan, I tensed all over, then pleasure swallowed me whole. My cum splattered on the floor.
He watched me as I milked the last drops from my dick.
His eyes seemed darker than ever.
“Lick it off.”
My head empty, I bent over and licked my own cum off the hotel room floor while he watched. I ate it all, thinking of how I looked to him. I hoped he liked it, that I’d managed to please him.
“Good boy.”
His words were like a soft blanket falling on my shoulders. With a moan, I dragged my tongue over the last drop and straightened on my knees.
Good boy .
The room was silent as my angel looked me up and down with his clever eyes.
“I don’t want to sleep alone tonight,” he said softly. “But I’m not used to sharing my bed with anyone.”
“If you allow me, I’ll sleep on the floor by your bed, my angel.”
“Your angel?” He narrowed his eyes at me.
What did I say?
“Who am I to you, Boone?”
“You’re my everything.”
A slow smile and a sigh. He stretched out his hand toward me.
“Come here and hold me.”