Page 121 of The Apprentice
He whined and whimpered, searching over his shoulder, and I knew what he needed. I plastered my chest against his back, our clothes a barrier I hated right now, and kissed him as I started to fuck him. I began gently, one small thrust after another, before our lust engulfed us and I couldn’t hold back. We were needy and hungry for each other, and this wasn’t one of those slow, tender moments.
I straightened and fucked into him hard. He slapped the seat of the Ducati, his sobs and pleas fueling me to thrust even faster. The area was quiet around us, and other than the birds chirping, the only sounds were our moans and my balls slapping against his ass.
“Let me touch myself, please. Please, Daddy.”
I grunted. “Yes, come for me. Show Daddy how much you love his cock, boy.”
He spat in his palm, and even though I couldn’t see it, I knew he’d grabbed a hold of himself. Skin on skin noises echoed around us, and some birds in a tree to the right of us flew away. The crashing waves farther down the beach was a distant song in my ears, but all I really cared about was the moans coming from Fionn.
Pleasure built in my spine, and I was close. “Daddy wants to come, boy. Do you think you can come for me first?”
He whined. “Yes, Daddy Daire. Just a little more....” A gasp slipped from him, then another moan before he stiffened and his cum spurted across the black leather seat of the Ducati and down the side.
I wasn’t far behind him, the urge to fill him up sending me over the orgasm cliff. I braced, my back going rigid as I unloaded inside him. I hissed as a few shivers worked their way through me until my balls were empty. I was sensitive as fuck and had no choice but to pull out.
Drops of cum came with me, splattering across the asphalt. “Fuck, boy, you’re beautiful.”
Fionn laughed as he yanked up his pants, but he didn’t do them up as he turned to me. His flushed cheeks highlighted his prettiness. “Was I a good boss, Daddy?”
“The best, boy.” I didn’t care to deal with my pants. My spent cock could hang out. I dragged him closer and laid a kiss on his forehead. “Such a good boy.”
He shuddered and moaned. “Thank you for the ride, Daddy.”
“Which one?” I nuzzled his cheek, inhaling the scent of his sweat. Perfect.
He chuckled. “Both, of course.”
EPILOGUE II
FIONN
“Marry me.”
The words nearly had me bouncing right off Daire’s cock. I froze with him balls deep inside me and stared down at him lying on the bed, looking unfazed for a man who’d just proposed while I was trying to ride him.
“What?” I blinked, and his cock jerked. I swore the bastard grew bigger in my ass, too.
His mouth twitched and he curled his fingers around my shaft, using the precum beading at my slit to slick it up so he could stroke. I shuddered and inwardly cursed him for distracting me because I was caught between the urge to go back to using his cock to peg my prostate and demanding answers.
I rubbed my hands over his chest and tweaked his nipples, and he groaned, rocking his hips up and ripping a whimper from me.
“Fuck. Don’t do that. Tell me what you said.” My voice came out ragged and desperate—it almost didn’t sound like me. “Please, Daddy.”
Daire grinned smugly. The bastard. He knew exactly what his cock did to me and how to use it to his advantage. “You heard me, boy.”
“Say it again.” I rolled my hips, and he grappled at my sides, digging his thumbs into the dips of my waist. “Go on. I want to hear it.Needto hear it.”
He made a growly sound that went straight to my balls, and I moaned as I rose, then fell straight back onto his hardness. “Marry me, boy. Be mine forever. I’ve fucked this up for too long, and I want to take you down to the courthouse and marry you yesterday.”
I hummed and squeezed his pecs, sinking my nails into his skin.
He hissed, baring his teeth, and I grinned as I continued to bounce on him, the echoing slaps of our flesh music to my ears. He was close. I could tell by the way he was panting and the shudders that slid down his body. A flush spread up his neck, and it was the sexiest thing. I loved seeing him like this, below me and letting me take control. He was my Daddy, but he still gave me the lead when I craved it.
“Are you going to give me an answer?” He strained, the muscles in his chest bulging as he dug his heels into the bed and fucked up into me. I nearly fell right off his cock and would’ve if he didn’t have his hands on my hips.
I huffed out a laugh, happiness bubbling deep inside my chest. “Yes.Yes. But I don’t want to wait. I don’t want a big fancy wedding. Do what you said. Take me to the courthouse and marry the fuck out of me. Make me your husband.”
He slid his left hand up, stroking across the bandages that hid my healing wounds, before he dragged me down so he could kiss them, too. I wished I could feel his mouth on my skin. “What about Sloan?”
