Page 9 of Shotgun Daddy
Faustino squeezed his fingers around the whisky glass and suddenly felt the red mist descend as he threw the glass across the terrace and smashed it against the rooftop bar.
“Don’t worry, I understand,” Faustino snapped.
In that moment, with a million thoughts running through his mind, Faustino turned and made his way toward the exit. The last people on earth he wanted to be around where Matteo and Michael – and that wasn’t a good sign at all.
With the sound of the shattered glass ringing in his ears, Faustino stormed down the stairs and headed directly for the ground floor exit.
It was time to call Owen and get ready to run the previous night back again – and this time keep the party going for even longer…
Chapter 5
Reece
After an extra-long shift at Mocha Madness, Reece was glad to be back home. But earning a few extra bucks was no bad thing, and there was also the fact that being run off his feet for the rest of the day had helped Reece take his mind of the horrible situation at the audition.
Abusing a position of power wasneverokay, Reece knew that. And he also knew that there might be consequences to turning Timo Taylor’s unwanted advances down so directly. But Reece would live with it. He knew his worth, and he wasn’t about to let some slimeball director have his way with him just to get a part. Nothing was worth that.
There was one thing on Reece’s mind however.
And that thing happened to be none other than Faustino Fendi…
“Faustino’s not who I thought he was,” Reece said as he locked his bedroom door and walked over toward his bed to pick Squirt up and give him a squeeze. “I mean, in some ways he’s probablytotallywho I thought he was. But he showed me another side back at Mocha Madness. What do you think, Squirt?”
Reece looked into Squirt’s green eyes and booped him on his nose. The two of them had been together for as long as Reece could remember. In fact, Reece didn’t actually know when Squirt came into his life, only that they had been best friends ever since he was able to walk.
According to Reece’s mom, Squirt was a gift from his great Aunt Sally. But Reece’s dad’s version of events was that Squirt came from a local funfair. Whatever the truth, Reece was simply glad that he had such a wonderful and snuggly stuffie to call his own.
But with thoughts of Faustino flowing through his mind, Reece put Squirt to one side and lay back on the bed and stared dreamily up at the ceiling.
Faustino’s so handsome.
He’s probably super-strict too.
But I’ve heard some bad, bad things about him…
Reece felt a tingle of excitement shoot over his body. And as his cock began to stir inside his briefs, Reece ran his hands over his neck and imagined that it was Faustino doing the touching.
“Well, I have worked hard today…” Reece whispered, doing his best not to giggle as he whipped off his Mocha Madness polo shirt in double-quick time. “And I do need to de-stress…”
Reece gasped in delight as he pulled on his nipples, soft at first and then harder. With his eyes shut, Reece continued to imagine that it was Faustino’s big, strong hands that were squeezing, pulling, and caressing his body.
It didn’t take long before Reece unbuttoned his jeans and slid them all the way down to his ankles. And his pure-white boxer briefs followed soon after, Reece pulling them down past hisknees before he traced his fingers over the neatly trimmed pubic hair above his special place.
“I’ve been bad, Daddy,” Reece whispered, saying the words out loud making his cock throb with anticipation as he licked his palms to make some quickfire lube. “I need to be punished…”
Reece felt his face flush red as he used the fingers of one hand to tickle and tease his asshole and his other hand to grip and slowly pump his hard cock.
All Reece could think about was Faustino.
They might only have been speaking for about ten minutes, but it was more than enough one on one time for Reece to be seeing him in a whole new light. Faustino was dangerous and definitely had an edge. But he appeared to have another side to him, one that was hidden away behind all the baggage that came with being a member of the notorious Fendi family.
“Mmmph,” Reece gasped, feeling his body working up toward its climax as he imagined being tossed over Faustino’s lap and having his naked bottom fully on display for him to spank, wobble, grab, and squeeze. “Oh…Gawwwd.”
Reece found himself jerking his rock-hard dick furiously as he became overwhelmed with arousal. The idea of being Faustino’s plaything, his submissive Little, was too much to handle and Reece felt his legs stiffen and then tremble involuntarily as he came hard and fast, letting out moans of pleasure that would surely have been audible to anyone walking past his room.
However in that precise moment, all Reece could do was continue to pleasure himself until every last drop of satisfaction had been drained from his climax.
“OMG, OMG, OMG,” Reece giggled, his chest rising and falling as he attempted to bring himself back into reality from what was the most intense and all-encompassing orgasm he had experienced for as long as he could remember. “What just happened…”
