Page 120 of The Apprentice
“Good boy,” I said.
He shivered so hard I felt it. I patted his arm as I began to drive. I was careful as we first got onto the street—and he moved with me in the way I wanted him to—but as we made it onto the bypass, I picked up speed. I zoomed past cars, zipping in and out between them like I always did, and Fionn followed my lead as if he’d been on the bike his entire life.
I caressed his wrist under his jacket in praise. He’d know what it meant.
Fionn hooted joyfully, and the sound was music to my ears. I’d never get enough of it. He let go of me, and I quickly checked my rearview mirror to see his visor up and him spreading his arms wide, feeling the wind on his face. The move was dangerous, and it took every ounce of my willpower not to order him to hold on to me again. Instead, I gripped his thigh near my hip, holding him tightly to make sure he didn’t fall while I slowed down slightly.
He whooped and pumped his hand in the air. “This is freedom!”
He must’ve been shouting as that was the only way I’d be able to hear him. Despite my apprehension and fear, I chuckled and patted him on the thigh. To my relief, he finally hugged me again, plastering himself to my back.
I took us off the bypass toward one of the quieter beaches. Most of the time it was empty because not many people—except locals—knew about it.
As I slowed down at the residential streets, a chill against my chest made me shiver and I glanced down. I realized afew buttons to my dress shirt were open, which sometimes happened when I rode the bike in a suit.
“Fuck.” I shook my head and grabbed my shirt, keeping it together.
“What’s wrong?” Fionn shouted over my shoulder. He reached around and found the issue right away, though, and he dipped his fingers under my hand and between the open buttons to tickle my chest and stomach.
Warmth spread through me like a wildfire, and my cock hardened under his caress. He knew all the right spots to touch me, and my body was reacting. Thank fuck I’d brought the lube. The vibrations of the Ducati weren’t helping my situation.
Fionn slid his hand from my shirt and went lower to cup and squeeze my cock.
I groaned. “Fuck, boy.” I didn’t know if he could hear me, but I was sure he could feel what he was doing to me.
I needed to find a quiet spot andfast.
The perfect place came close to the beach in a parking lot with no cars and no houses around. I flew into a spot and turned off the bike. Rays of sunlight danced over the ocean, and it couldn’t get any more romantic if I tried. My bike, my boy, and a beautiful location.
Fionn dismounted, and I was right behind him so I could grasp his helmet and rip it off before doing the same to mine. I dropped them on the ground as gently as I could with how excited I was, and yanked him into a hard kiss. He whimpered, shoving onto tiptoe so he could rock his hard cock against mine.
“Daddy,” he moaned into my mouth, desperate and hungry. “Please.”
I’d been waiting all day for this moment, and nothing was going to stop me from taking what I wanted. I’d fantasized about fucking him since he’d first had Hopkins and Miller dragged into the basement.
I flipped him around so he was facing the Ducati. “Hands on the seat, boy. Don’t knock my baby over, got it?”
He whined, and a tremble worked its way through his body. “Yes, Daddy Daire. Please. I’m so fucking hard.”
I growled low in my throat and worked at getting his pants and underwear around his knees, then dug into my pockets and pulled out the lube packets. I shoved my pants down, too. Hot lust burned its way through me, and the need for him had me nearly bursting. My cock throbbed even as the cool air tickled around it.
He thrust his ass back toward me. “Daddy.”
“I’m trying, boy. I’m trying.”
I was so far gone that I didn’t care if anyone saw us. At this rate, I’d probably come as soon as I was inside him. I dropped a packet and grunted in frustration, but I finally managed to get one between my teeth so I could tear it open. There was no finesse in the way I smeared my fingers with lube and pushed them into Fionn’s hole. I was gentle, yet rough, and by the way Fionn moaned, he loved every second.
He arched his back, raising his ass up higher for me. The bike wobbled as he gripped it tighter. “Fuck yes. Right there. Please, I want your cock, Daddy Daire.”
I didn’t have the mental capacity for speech. All my blood was in my cock. I stretched him as much as I could before my patience disappeared and the desperation took control. I needed to feel his tightness around me, sucking me into him until I was balls deep.
I snatched the packet of lube I’d dropped and ripped it open, which was a little harder this time now that my fingers were coated in it, but I managed. Once I had the lube spread on my cock, I dropped the trash and lined myself up to his perfect hole. The moment I began to enter, my world narrowed in on the overwhelming pleasure ofhome—that’s what Fionn was to me inevery way. He let me be inside him while also being a part of his life. He was everything to me, and I wanted to marry him.
The thought made me pause. Marry? I smiled. Yeah. I’d love to make him my husband.
“Move, Daddy.” Fionn rocked his hips backward, and I slid in more with the movement.
I groaned. “Fuck, boy.” I clasped his hips, my nails digging into his delicate skin, and thrust deep into him. We both moaned at the sensation of being connected.
