Pretty Boy (Perfect Boys #1) - K.M. Neuhold Page 0,52
throbbing impatiently. But there’s little fun in rushing things, so instead I lean in and brush my lips against his ear as I whisper to him. “I’m going to give you a two-minute head start. By the time I reach our bedroom, I want to find you naked on the bed.”
Sterling practically vibrates in my arms, grinding against my erection, the ridges of his cage sending ripples of pleasure up my spine.
“If I’m not fast enough, are you going to spank me?” he asks, sounding amused and horny at the same time.
“You’re getting a spanking either way,” I assure him. “But if you aren’t motivated enough to be undressed in time, then I’ll assume you also aren’t motivated to come for me either.” His breath catches, and he stops grinding against me. “Run, little rabbit,” I whisper again and he’s off my lap, scrambling out of the car in an instant.
I chuckle to myself, watching with satisfaction as he sprints up the steps to the house, fumbling with his key before finally making it inside. When I adjust my erection and step out of the car as well. Kane grins at me through his open window and shakes his head.
“Have a good night, sir,” he says with a knowing smirk before driving away.
“I intend to,” I say out loud to myself before ambling up the steps after my boy.
Sterling
I shed my clothes as I sprint up the stairs to the bedroom, stumbling several times on the way but managing to make it without any injuries. My lungs burn with exertion as I set the expensive cufflinks on top of my nightstand and remove my shirt, keeping an ear out for Barrett’s footsteps. When I hear him on the stairs, I shove my underwear down and dive onto the bed.
The bedroom door creaks open, and he steps in carrying my pants. “You left these on the stairs,” he says, sounding mighty amused while I give up on the attempt to catch my breath, the heated look in his eyes making it impossible.
My whole body aches watching him slowly unbutton his shirt, not removing it, but leaving it hanging open when he moves onto his pants. I don’t know what it is, but the sight of his strong, hairy thighs does things to me. Lord does it.
He takes the time to fold his pants and carefully remove each of his cufflinks, while my trapped cock throbs and my balls get painfully heavy. I may be a virgin, but I ain’t never gone so long without coming since I learned the joys of my right hand more than ten years ago.
When Barrett finally strides over to the bed, still wearing his open dress shirt, his chest on full display, and a pair of red underwear that are straining to contain his cock, it’s all I can do not to pounce on him and beg him to fuck me already.
He stops beside the bed and gives me the same stern look I got when he caught me playing with myself the other morning. “Hands off,” he says, and I realize I’ve been absently teasing myself through the gaps in the cage, my cock swelling the best it can, precum leaking through the slit on top.
I groan, forcing my hand away, my hips twitching all on their own. Barrett climbs on top of me, and I reach for the loose fabric of his shirt, arching up to feel his body against mine. But he’s gone too quick, settling onto the bed next to me with his back against the headboard. It’s the same way he likes to sit when he reads to me at night, but I swear if he pulls out a book to read right now, I’m gonna start screaming.
“Over my lap,” he says, and I hurry to obey, scrambling onto all fours and practically throwing myself over his thighs.
“Pretty boy,” he murmurs in that deep rumble of a voice that sets my skin ablaze, rubbing the palm of his hand over the curve of my behind. With his hands on me and his solid erection pressed against my hip, I’m almost able to believe his words.
I don't realize until I’m bracing for the first swat until my body starts to relax, sagging against him while he keeps touching and kneading my butt and upper thighs.
The first blow catches me by surprise, stinging against my skin and making my balls feel even heavier, a moan flying out of my mouth louder than the