Page 8 of The Apprentice
I stroked lower, following the outline of the Celtic cross until I got to the base of his spine, close to the upper curves of his ass, and that was when he finally stepped away and turned to look at me.
An awkwardness settled between us as my gaze dropped to the front of Daire’s stomach where his belt kept his pants on his hips, and Daire pursed his mouth. His eyes darkened and his upper lip curled, and there was an animalistic urge dancing in his stare that made me want to shout,“Fucking kiss me!”
“Come here, boy,” he growled.
I focused on the present.
Daire raised his eyebrows at me. “Are you going to do something or just stare at me, boy?” His voice deepened, an edge of lust and need scraping up from his throat, and I shivered with the sound. I was Pavlov’s dog reacting to thetingof Daire’s bell.
An embarrassing mewl slipped from my mouth, and I flushed, heat flooding my cheeks. Laughing awkwardly when Daire smirked, I focused on his chest once all the buttons were undone. I danced my fingers over his pecs and down his stomach, not quite tracing the ink, but reveling in the feel of his skin.
When I reached his belt, I went to work on unbuckling it, then yanking the leather out of the loops of his pants. I threw it behind me, unconcerned where it landed, and glanced up at him from beneath my lashes. He gave me a small nod of approval, and a sharp blast of electricity skittered through my body to land straight in my balls.
Unbuttoning his pants took a few tries, since I’d began to shake in excitement. It didn’t matter how many times I slept with him, I always looked forward to the next, my insides an explosion of fervor from just being around him, let alone undressing his sculpted body until he was naked for my eyes to feast on. He was a Greek god, all rippling muscles, and it felt as though simply staring at him was similar to looking at the sun. Gazing at him wasn’t good for me, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away. I didn’t want to stop, and if that meant endangering my health, I’d take that risk.
Daire was worth it.
I fell to my knees on the floor. First, I maneuvered his shoes and socks off, not interested in the pieces of clothing getting in my way, before I yanked down his pants. Next came his underwear. When I had him gloriously naked, I stared up at the planes of his body, from his thick thighs grazed with hair, to his cock that stood proudly out from gray-infused brown trimmed pubes, to the ridges of his inked stomach and chest, and finally, up to his strong chin and the dark eyes staring down at me.
He didn’t say a word, but he didn’t need to. I itched to please him, to do whatever I could to get praise from him. Like every other time we found ourselves in this position, I did what I wanted.
I touched him.
Brushing my thumbs over his hip bones, I leaned my cheek against his thigh and inhaled. The muskiness of his natural scent invaded my nostrils as hair tickled my skin.
“I love your body, Daddy,” I murmured, falling into the roles we’d been playing since thefirsttime we’d had sex. It came naturally to call Daire my Daddy. No one outside of this room knew the truth, how our relationship came to be, and I didn’t think they ever would.
Daire carded his fingers through my hair, nails scraping over my scalp, and I moaned. I leaned my head back as my eyes slipped closed. The pleasurable sensations teased their way down my spine and through my stomach, landing straight in my balls. All it took was one small touch, and I was putty beneath Daddy Daire. He could do anything to me, and I’d thank him for it without a second thought.
“What do you want me to do, Daddy?” I peeked up at him from beneath my eyelashes. All the responsibilities of the outside world were gone, nothing more than a forgotten memory buried deep in the recesses of my mind while I was in this room with Daire. He had control, and I yearned to hear him say how proud of me he was, like he always did when we were alone. Compliments were my drug, and he was my dealer.
He smoothed his hand down my cheek, and I closed my eyes, leaning into his soft touch. His fingers were rough but gentle at the same time, as if he was caught between the urge to dominate me or take care of me. Though, a Daddy did both. I’d read up a lot about the kink after our first time. I hadn’t expected the wordsDaddy Daireto slip from between my lips unprovoked, but once they had, everything felt right.
I was his boy, and he was Daddy.
He brushed his thumb over my bottom lip, and I moaned, opening my mouth so he could press the flat pad against my tongue. I wrapped my lips around his finger and sucked, humming with pleasure as I imagined it was his dick instead.
“Fuck. You’re so beautiful, boy. So good for me.”
My stomach clenched and my dick throbbed. I groaned around his digit when he slipped in two more—his pointer and middle finger—and pushed them into the back of my mouth until my gag reflex kicked in, then withdrew them.
“What do you need fromme, boy?” He yanked me to my feet and leaned down to kiss across my jaw, and I tilted my head back to give him access.
“Make me forget,” I murmured, a quiver of excitement sliding down my spine and settling at the base. I hungered to reach out and touch him, but I wasn’t in charge inside this room.
“Sit on the edge of the bed,” he growled out in a low, dangerous tone that had goose bumps erupting across my skin. “I want you to suck my cock.”
I moaned at the words and shoved backward to sit my ass on the mattress as he’d instructed. My cock leaked, the precum building up at my slit, but I didn’t dare touch it.
He watched me, eyes hungry as he skated his gaze down the length of my body, stopping to appreciate my dripping cock. Humming, he stepped in closer, and my breath caught in my throat. He curled his fingers around my cockhead, and I reacted on impulse, jerking up toward him with a low whimper.
“Daddy.” I closed my eyes and trembled. A mere touch from him, and I was a shaking mess. How fucking embarrassing.
He tightened his hold and squeezed the sensitive tip, and I rolled my hips up toward him again. “Does that feel good?”
I moaned in answer and resisted the urge to close my eyes. Licking my lips as pleasure stoked the fire inside my belly, I stared at him and gave him a nod. “Yes, Daddy Daire.”
“You’re sopretty, boy. I’ve never met anyone as pretty as you.” Daire dipped forward and swiped his tongue over my neck before nibbling beneath my jaw, releasing his hold on me.
