Boy Issues - Morticia Knight Page 0,52

he help it? Between Silver’s perfectly sculpted body, his youth and the fact that Donovan’s wealth meant nothing to him—what cards was he working with? If only Silver had allowed him to perform one of his expert hummers when he’d stayed over, that would’ve at least been something he could hang his hat on.

Donovan tied the belt on the robe closed and sighed with resolve. He had to quit allowing his mind to cockblock him. He’d been aching to have Silver inside him since they’d met, and here was his opportunity.

Donovan emerged from the bedroom, then halted when his gaze landed on Silver. He had stripped down to the black jock Donovan had sneaked a peek at from the other night, his full, round ass perfectly on display as Silver glanced over his shoulder. The muscles in his back rippled from the motion and Donovan’s mouth was literally watering.

“Uh…”

Silver smiled. “Are these photos of you and your mom?”

Donovan blinked a few times as his brain switched gears. “Oh! Yes. Yes, they are.”

He made his way to Silver’s side and gazed down at the small collection of framed pictures. She was the only member of his family he carried any sentiment toward. Every once in a while, his memories of her would slam into his chest with a mixture of joy and pain. He missed her so damn much.

“You look just like her.”

Donovan slid his palm up the soft skin of Silver’s back. “Well, thank Christ I don’t take after my father. Lawrence looks exactly like him, so I’d be stuck staring at that horse’s ass in the mirror every day.”

Silver chuckled. “Let’s forget about them for tonight, mijo.” He turned to face Donovan. “It’s about us right now.” Silver gave him his lopsided smile. “And your punishment.”

“That’s not fair. I should get a hall pass.” He pouted. “After all, I tried to make our check-in time, but circumstances got in the way.”

Silver reached for the robe’s belt and Donovan swallowed hard. He’d been hoping they’d be in bed before he was on full display.

“Your spanking isn’t for the missed check-in. It’s for hiding the information from me about your father’s ultimatum and your ‘date’.

“Oh.” Dammit. He couldn’t argue with that. Donovan cleared his throat. “Fair warning. I have a bony ass, so go easy on me?”

Silver nodded and smiled. “I’ll keep that in mind.” He continued to untie the belt and Donovan’s robe fell open. “Even though you agreed to spanking as a punishment the other day, you can still call red like we discussed.”

Donovan snorted. “Never thought I’d need a safeword from a partner. Especially when I’ve never felt as safe with someone as I do with you.”

“That’s the best time to have one.”

Donovan tilted his head. “I’m not sure that makes sense.”

Silver dragged his palm up Donovan’s body until he’d reached one of his nipples. He brushed his thumb over the sensitive spot until the tiny nub hardened.

“It might not now, mijo. But I think it will eventually.” He placed a soft kiss at the base of Donovan’s throat. “Never submit to anyone you don’t already feel safe with.”

Silver’s words clicked in his head, the concept of power exchange finally tracking with him.

“Then I want to submit to you, Papi.”

Silver leaned up then clasped the back of Donovan’s head, drawing him closer and bringing their lips together in a heated kiss. He pulled Donovan flush to the hard planes of his body with a hand on his waist, grinding his stiff dick against Donovan’s thigh. He already knew what a magnificent cock Silver had and couldn’t imagine why it was still covered with fabric.

“Let’s get this over with, baby. Papi needs his cock in mijo’s ass.”

Donovan bit his lip, his erection throbbing in anticipation. “Whatever Papi wants.”

Silver gathered up his hand then led him to the side of the bed. The four post, Edwardian era frame—along with the matching dresser, armoire and nightstand—had been in his family for generations, and had been the one he’d had growing up. The furniture was the only thing he’d brought with him when he’d moved out.

Silver sat on the mattress and let Donovan’s hand go. “Take off your robe but give me the belt.”

Donovan drew his eyebrows together, perplexed by the request, yet anxious to please his Papi. The moment of nakedness he’d been dreading had arrived and was worse than he could’ve imagined. Silver was now eye level with Donovan’s less than impressive cock and would be viewing in all its