Page 102 of Notorious

That command, in his gentle twang, makes the little hairs rise on the back of my neck. Yes. “I love it when you order me around.”

“Good boy,” he says as I position myself. He runs a hand through my hair, tousling it. I reach for his pants, but he clucks his tongue. “Nuh-uh. Hold on.”

He pulls back and studies me. Something about that makes everything even hotter. Because I could be embarrassed sitting here. Like, why am I kneeling before him? But he makes me feel special. Like I’m doing something praiseworthy.

“You look so beautiful,” he whispers. “I just needed to see you.”

I wait, patiently, as he watches me. He lifts my chin up with one finger, and his big eyes, full of heat, meet mine.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he repeats. “Okay, now suck my cock like a good boy.”

I reach for his belt buckle. But he’s better at taking that thing off than I am, so he helps me.

Then I ease his dick out of his pants. His porn star dick: long, thick, huge. It’s fucking pretty, the way he’s pretty. It’s unlike anyone else’s I’ve ever seen, just … perfect. That’s what Johnny has. A perfect dick. It’s huge, but it’s not too thick, not too long.

And he always smells good. Even when he’s been working and is a little musky, I like the natural scent of his skin. I like the hair on his thighs and around his dick. I like the trail of hair under his belly button and the hair he’s letting grow on his chest.

I open my mouth and he puts his dick into it, and I sigh with happiness.

“Look at you,” he whispers. “You take my cock so well, sweetheart. You’re such a good boy. Lick it. Yeah, that’s it. You know I like it that way. You’re so good at this. The best.”

Johnny’s praise fills me up inside in ways I never imagined. I wouldn’t have thought I was starved to hear things like that. For validation. But Johnny’s words make me feel like I am good. Like I can please him. Like this is important, and like together we can make something beautiful.

He also makes me feel like I can’t do this wrong. Like if something isn’t right, he’ll correct me gently instead of resenting or judging me.

I take more of him into my mouth, relaxing my throat and then swallowing around the tip of his dick. He’s too big for me to take all the way. He’s the porn star, not me.

But even though I think I’m doing just okay, that’s not what he’s telling me. “You make me feel so good, sweetheart. That’s it. So, so good. You look gorgeous choking on my cock. Fuck. Absolutely the most beautiful boy.”

Johnny’s so big, it takes him a while to get fully hard, but he is now, and it’s intimidating.

But.

I keep sucking, tears rolling down my face as I take him deeper than I can comfortably, but he lets me.

He’s groaning, and these are his private groans. They’re quieter than Velvet’s. Sexier, in my opinion, because they aren’t practiced. They just come out.

Soon he’s pulsing down my throat, and I swallow his bitter, sweet, salty release.

Thank fuck he’s starting to get his sex drive back. And I get to help him with it.

“Okay, baby boy. Now it’s my turn.” He grabs me by the waist and hauls me over his shoulder, depositing me on the couch, where he proceeds to make me come using only his tongue.

The day before Christmas, I walk into the house doing my best to hide my excitement. Johnny’s sitting on the balcony looking out at the ocean. We put up lights and decorated a tree, but I can tell he’s still struggling with the blues.

“Babe?” I call as I walk outside.

“Hey.” He sounds listless.

“How are you doing?” I sit down next to him, though I don’t want to settle in for too long.

Johnny shrugs. “Not sure, honestly. It’s one of those days. Some are good, and some are … tough.”

While I’m not happy he’s down, I’m heartened that he’s being forthright and telling me about it. That’s massive progress. I put my head on his shoulder. “Is there a particular reason why it’s tough right now?”

“Maybe the holidays? Not sure. I called Mama, and she’s doin’ about the same as she was at Thanksgiving. I want her to be better.”

“I know you do.” I kiss him. “I’m sorry today’s not so good. I have something that might brighten it up a bit, though. Can I give you your present?”

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