Page 11 of Letters Book Two
“I know.” He looked disappointed. “Can we at least snuggle?”
I wanted to laugh in his face.Snuggle?Here he is,two-twentyof solid ripped muscle, and he’s askingone-fortyme if we can snuggle?Could I stop him, would have been a better question.
“I’d like that, Clint. I feel safe having you here.” I’ve seen people grin a time or two in my short life. His was the classic description of pure happiness. “I like you, Bowers. You’re a good friend.”
“I like you too, Jenson.”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN: Perry
Ineeded to stop checking the alarm clock every five minutes. As each hour ticked past, it was one less hour of sleep I’d get, and I recognized what an annoying person I could be when short on rest. I had aget-caught-upmeeting with Jeremy scheduled for the morning. The only staff currently in the house would be Michael, the butler. I didn’t want to bother him for a midnight snack even though I thought it might help me sleep. He’d had a busy few days getting the house set up for my anticipated two-month stay. He resides full-time in the house while I’m in residence. Melanie, the estate manager, had a small apartment in nearby Wainscott. Jeremy, my assistant, always stayed in one of the three guest houses while on estate property. Otherwise, he lived in the city too.
What I needed was what every man uses as a sleeping pill. Sex. That wouldn’t be happening without me getting over Lucas, but I could certainly relive a few hot moments in my mind. I grabbed a bottle of lube from the nightstand.
I double checked the nightstand in my hotel suite. Lucas was on his way over and I was going to finally grant his wish. After several weeks of oral sex, heavy petting, and exploration, I was going to penetrate him. I’d been tempted many times, but I felt he wasn’t really aware of the challenge ahead of him. I was well endowed, and he was a small-framed boy. My cell phone buzzed.
Lucas: I’m here, be right up.
Me: Hurry, I have a surprise.
Lucas: I don’t like surprises.
Me: I know that, but you’ll like this one. Guaranteed.
Lucas: Mmmm. My sweatpants just jumped. This better be good.
The knock at the door came within thirty seconds of me receiving the last text. I answered the door and stood behind it, completely nude and with a raging erection. The thought of finally being inside my new boy had me thoroughly turned on. I closed the door after he entered.
“Whoa! You weren’t shitting. Surprises are my new favorite thing.” He grinned and dropped his backpack on the floor.
“Get on your knees.” I growled. His sweatpants had a tent going on. I knew that he knew tonight was the night. I leaned my back against the door.
“Want me to take my clothes off?” He was eagerly rubbing my sack as he looked up at me.
“Not yet. I need that wet mouth on my cock, boy.” I grabbed the sides of his face and guided him to my swollen cock. He willingly opened up as I sank it deep into his throat. Lucas had become a bit of an expert sword swallower these past weeks. He’d had a lot of practice and it was paying dividends for me. “That’s it. Nice and easy. Keep it in your throat. No gagging either, boy, or you start all over again.”
His hair was still damp from a recent shower. He always showered after a shift at the station, so this was going to work out perfectly for my plan. But, for now, he was going to be on his knees edging me over and over again. I might even deposit a load before breaking his ass in later.
I tapped him on the shoulder and requested he stand. He shook his head, no, and remained glued to my cock. I pushed his face from my crotch and glared at him. “Do as I say, Lucas. Daddy is not in the mood for disobedience tonight. You have an exhausting night ahead of you.” Like things had been with Jack, we’d slipped into the daddy/boy roles. The difference this time was that I actually could have been Lucas’s father, age wise. Our role play didn’t extend to other areas of our lives though. Lucas liked it while making love, but he was too independent to extend it to our daily roles. He’d made it abundantly clear that he could take care of himself.
He was rubbing his dick through his sweats. “But I want a load first.” His magnificent face gazed up at me and begged me to let him continue. I’d never been with someone so invested in oral sex. He might be nineteen, but he knew how to work a dick.
“In due time. Stand up, please.” He listened to my command and stood. I grabbed the back of his head and brought him down to one of my nipples. “Make me harder, boy. If you want Daddy’s cock in that pretty little ass of yours, you’ll need to keep Daddy interested. You understand?”
He pulled his face away from my chest and nodded his head up and down, his eyes wide. “Really? Tonight?” he whispered.
I nodded that indeed, it would be tonight. He brought his lips back to a nipple and his hands massaged my cock. “Like this, Daddy?” he mumbled against my chest, aggressively rubbing my cock.
After a few minutes of nip worship, I grabbed his hand and led him to a couch. Sitting down, I spread my legs, and pointed between my legs for him to kneel there. He started to undress, but I shook my head, no. “Back to sucking, boy. I’ll do the undressing. You concentrate on sucking my cock.” He dropped to his knees and had my cock back in his mouth. I was very swollen, and yet he still had it fully down his throat. I so badly wanted to fuck his face and blast a load in him, but we were going to drag this out. I wanted him begging for dick in his ass when I was ready.
“That’s it, baby. Nice and easy. No touching yourself yet.” I moved my arms above my head and leaned back while pumping my hips into him. I was turned on by hearing the slurping sounds as he managed to handle all of me. I knew he would need the same amount of practice for me to be able to regularly enter his ass. That was going to be the beauty of training. There would be lots and lots of reps.
“Stand please and remove your boots.” He always wore these old leather boots that made him look like such a young stud. Leather laces and quite distressed as if he’d had them for decades. He was a pretty boy for sure, but he was a sexy young guy too. There was nothing soft about him except his flawless skin. He dressed the part of a boy, and it had a profound effect on my urges. I wanted to own him, be in him, dominate him and mark my territory.
I reached for the drawstring that held up his too-big for him sweats. After untying them, his sweatpants slid past slim hips, revealing clean but well-worn boxers. Another very sexy detail about Lucas was his inability to give a shit about the cost of, or the look of, his clothes. He may have dressed secondhand, but he looked first class in my book. It all just added to the incredible overall fresh-faced look. I knew I’d need to fight my instincts to make him over with expensive apparel. His appeal was just the opposite and I needed to be careful to remember that.
I reached for the top button of his flannel shirt and began to unbutton it. Only halfway to my goal as he also had a T-shirt under that. Tugging on the bottom of his tee, I indicated I wanted it off. He pulled it over his head as I kneeled, placing my mouth on his tight and smooth stomach. The slight outline of ab muscles were there for my lips to explore. Completely ignoring the cock that was pressing to get out of his boxers, I focused on his soft skin as I nuzzled him. Lucas was moving his fingers through my chestnut hair and moaning softly.
“You like this, baby?”
