Boy Issues - Morticia Knight Page 0,38

to meet with him the next day because he was so disgruntled at the design team’s latest offerings. After venting to him about how the firm had been going downhill in recent years, and complimenting Donovan on his designs, he’d been reeled in by hope.

What a chump he’d been. Donovan’s misty-eyed dreams of Lance going to his father and brother and convincing them that Donovan should be in charge of designing his new luxury hotel chain, had been one of his most laughable fantasies of late. He’d deserved to be mocked. And anyway, it had been so long since he’d taken his art seriously, he probably couldn’t have done the job had it been offered.

Silver moved against him and let out a sigh. Jesus, the solid mass of man wrapped around his body was driving him insane. Even though Silver’s thick rod was covered in the fabric of his boxers, the flimsy material did nothing to hide his arousal. The jock had been hot eye candy, but the soft cloth of the boxers was more of a thrill against his skin.

“How are you feeling this morning?”

The warmth of Silver’s breath wafted across his shoulders at the same time Silver slid his hand from Donovan’s hip to his belly. Donovan licked his lips, his cock twitching from the intimate contact.

“I-I’m much better.”

Donovan curled into a tighter ball, moving his heated length closer to Silver’s fingers in encouragement. The tip of his dick brushed against Silver’s skin, and he jerked his hand away then pressed it to Donovan’s ribs.

“Be still.” he growled next to Donovan’s ear, yet the tone wasn’t angry. Forceful, commanding—exquisite—but not angry.

Okay, so maybe he hadn’t been into the whole Master/sub scene before, but Silver made him want to beg for a spanking. He could play along.

“Yes, sir. Whatever you wish.”

Silver softly stroked Donovan’s skin, yet didn’t lower his hand the way Donovan had hoped he would.

“That’s the right idea, but you don’t know the truth about me yet. I don’t want to be your sir.”

Donovan curled his toes. “What then? Master?”

Silver’s palm traveled up to a nipple and he gave it a hearty pinch, Donovan gasping from the unexpected sting. But instead of it pissing him off, he hoped Silver would do it again.

“Not Master.” Silver nipped Donovan’s shoulder. “Papi.”

Holy…

“Oh…God.”

Donovan swallowed hard. So that’s what it was, that’s what Silver was all about. The idea was hot as fuck. The reality? Donovan had no clue. Even higher on his list of Never Have I Ever was Daddy kink. Not only that, but the sexy hunk of man flesh was almost young enough to be his son. What sort of weirdness was that?

“That’s what I need to discuss with you today.” Silver rubbed his thumb across the extra sensitive nipple he’d pinched. “But first, you deserve a reward for how well you behaved for me last night. Stay still and let Papi take care of you, take what I give you.”

Should he say it? Donovan’s mouth had turned to cotton. “Yes, Papi.”

Silver moaned, and his hand traveled back down to Donovan’s straining erection. Donovan hissed the moment Silver’s sure, calloused hand enveloped his cock, the contact so gratifying as if he’d never been touched before. Silver swirled the precum leaking from his slit with his thumb then smeared the drops over his heated skin.

“Ah, mijo, such a good boy. Now let Papi do all the work.”

Silver grasped him in a firm grip, then moved, the strokes maddeningly slow. Donovan thrust his hips without thinking and Silver stopped. Donovan clutched his pillow too hard, his cut hand protesting. He held in a cry. The last thing he wanted to do was give Silver a reason not to start up again. The coddling the night before had been great, but what he needed right now was to come.

“Sorry. Force of habit.”

Silver rubbed his nose against Donovan’s shoulder, his beard brushing Donovan’s skin and bringing his nerves even more alive. Silver pressed soft kisses across the top his back and Donovan ached to taste Silver’s gorgeous, full mouth, for them to share that intimate connection Donovan rarely allowed with other men.

“I bet there are lots of bad habits that could be broken?”

Donovan didn’t even know where to begin with that question. “More than you can imagine.” He grunted. “You’ll get sick of them soon enough.”

To Donovan’s dismay, he’d begun to soften. He screwed his eyes shut and pictured Silver’s beautiful face, hot body and those damnably kissable lips. He wasn’t about to