Pretty Boy (Perfect Boys #1) - K.M. Neuhold Page 0,65

his hair, grabbing a fistful to keep him firmly against me and grinding my hips slowly against him. My cock is achingly hard, but my boy’s sweet mouth almost feels like everything I’ll ever need. I could sustain myself with the taste of his lips for the rest of my life.

Eventually, I reach into the nightstand to grab the lube and the key for his cock cage. He doesn’t get hard as soon as I unlock it, but his cock does lay plump and half-interested against his thigh while I strip out of my clothes and toss them aside.

Slicking my fingers with the lube, I slip them between his ass cheeks to find his sweet little pucker, bringing our lips back together at the same time that I slip a finger inside. Sterling gasps into my mouth, his inner muscles fluttering around me, his legs parting wider and his back arching.

I add a second finger, then a third, fucking him carefully and greedily devouring each sound he feeds me. His cock is fully hard now, bumping against me and leaving droplets of precum clinging to my skin. Sterling grapples and grabs at my arms, sinking his fingernails in and whimpering around my tongue when I crook my fingers to find his prostate.

Once he’s soft and pliant around my fingers, I ease them out and line myself up.

Unlike the last time, there isn’t any frenzied slapping of skin or dirty words. There’s just my cock finding its home deep inside Sterling’s tight hole, filling him slowly until we’re fully connected, sharing heavy breaths and slow kisses.

“I’m so in love with you, Pretty Boy,” I murmur again, nuzzling my nose against his and rocking my hips, his legs cradled around my waist and his fingers digging into my back.

He gasps again, but this time he doesn’t protest and doesn’t cry. “I love you, Daddy,” he whispers.

The words fill me more than anything else could, finding a home deep inside me and taking root there. I rock into him faster, filling him over and over. I never knew it was possible to feel this connected to anyone. Not just our bodies, our hearts and souls are connected, as cheesy as that sounds.

Sterling cries out, the sound muffled against my lips. His channel tightens and starts to pulse around me, hot spurts of release hitting my skin as he trembles and gasps, giving himself over to the pleasure. With a roar, I follow him over the edge, filling him with my cum. The thought of flooding him, of his thighs sticky later with my release, makes the pleasure a thousand times more intense until I’m sure it might just kill me.

I could sustain myself on nothing but his mouth. But this, this moment, it makes me a new man who lives to love this boy.

Chapter‌ ‌20 ‌

Sterling

I don’t believe I’m on my way to France until we’re seated on the airplane. Even then, the huge, cushy first-class seats seem like more of a dream than any kinda reality that makes sense in my life.

I glance over at Barrett, putting our bags into the overhead compartment, and I smile. Heck, my reality hardly makes sense anymore. But if being loved by him is a dream, I sure hope I never wake up.

He takes the seat next to me, making himself comfortable.

It seems like ages before everyone is on the plane and a man’s voice comes over the intercom letting us know how long the flight will be and all kinds of other stuff.

“Now might be a good time to let you know that I hate flying,” Barrett says, and when I look over, he’s gripping the arms of his seat so hard his knuckles are white.

It’s a bit startling to see the man who’s become my rock so unsteady himself, but it’s also nice to see him so human. It can be easy to forget that Daddies can get scared just like anybody else.

I reach over and take his hand, giving him a serious look. “I got you, Daddy,” I assure him, and he chuckles, tightening his fingers around mine.

“Thank you, little rabbit.”

He gets a bit pale when we take off. I don’t really blame him; it’s mighty frightening the way the plane rattles a bit when it lifts off the ground. And I could go a lifetime without having my ears pop again and be perfectly happy. But I make sure to be strong and not let him see that I’m a mite nervous