Pretty Boy (Perfect Boys #1) - K.M. Neuhold Page 0,28

with that shy, surprisingly defiant expression and you had me hard and aching just like I am right now.”

“Oh,” he groans, grinding against my erection, his hands gripping the sides of the tub as if he’s afraid he’s about to fly away…as if I’d let him go.

Sterling gasps and sobs and thrusts, babbled pleas and broken words falling from his lips with each jerk of his cock.

“Be a good boy and come for Daddy.”

The words are barely out of my mouth before his cock swells in my hand and starts to pulse. I grab his jaw with my free hand and claim his mouth, tasting the shape of every moan as his orgasm goes on and on.

I stroke him until his pleasured sounds soften to helpless whimpers, and his cock softens in my hand. The kisses turn from ravenous and clumsy to slow and savoring, unable to make myself pull away from his mouth. I almost forget about my own erection, which is absurd considering how painfully turned on I am, until Sterling pulls away from the kiss and wiggles against my cock again.

“Can I touch you too, Daddy?” he asks with entirely too much innocence for the situation, as if he knows that’s my greatest addiction and was somehow created specifically for me.

I thrust against him so he can feel the full, heavy length of my arousal. “Beg me for it, Pretty Boy.”

He turns himself around and straddles my lap, dipping his head and looking up at me through those full eyelashes with a naughty smirk on his lips. God damn, he really is a fast learner. “I want to play with you and please you. Say I can, Daddy. Please let me touch your cock.”

“Such a dirty mouth on a pretty boy like you.” I wrap my fingers around his wrist, and guide his hand to my cock.

In spite of his bold words, his hand is shaky as he wraps his fingers around my shaft, his grip too loose at first and then a little too tight, his strokes uneven and tentative. I grab him by the back of the neck and yank him forward for a kiss. With our lips moving together, our tongues tangled, he starts to find the right rhythm, tugging me in smoother strokes, his confidence growing as I moan into his mouth.

“Faster,” I groan against his lips, my hands finding their way onto the curve of his ass. The water sloshes as he works his hand quicker over my cock, tugging at my foreskin with each upward stroke and squeezing the base each time he reaches the bottom. “Just like that.”

“You’re so big, Daddy. I can’t wait to have you inside me. I want it so bad.”

Oh fuck, do I want it too. I want to stretch him and fill him with my cum, then I want to plug him and know he’s walking around full of my seed all day long. The image is almost too much, my cage around his cock and my cum plugged in his ass. The only way to make it perfect would be to add my handprints to his nice, round ass cheeks. I squeeze them in my hands and moan at the image, kissing him hard, deeper, fucking his mouth with my tongue as I thrust into his hand.

Sterling whimpers around my tongue, and that’s all it takes to send me over the edge, spilling my cum all over his tight fist until I’m completely spent. His strokes slow, his grip loosening when my cock stops pulsing, eventually releasing me before turning back around into the original position and shuffling against me again.

“Did I do okay?” he asks once he’s settled.

A weak laugh rumbles through my throat, and I press a kiss to the side of his head. “You are pure sin, in all the best ways.” He smiles, and I reach for the little bottle of hotel shampoo, pouring some into my hands. “Dip your hair down to get it wet.”

He does as I say, getting wet and then tilting his head back for me.

He sighs happily as I work my lathered fingers through his hair. “This might be my new happy place.”

“Oh yeah? What was your old happy place?” I ask, loving the way his body is fully relaxed against me, a sleepy smile on his lips.

“It’s awfully quaint compared to all this,” he admits, gesturing at the grand bathroom.

“Tell me anyway.”

“A hot summer night when I was real little, barefoot in my front