Page 32 of For Fake's Sake and other stories

“Come this way.” The long corridor to the left of the doorway leads to the bedroom. I purposely left off the lights. The open curtains give us enough moonlight to see each other. “Any rules or something you’d like me to do to you, little one?” I run my hand down his soft cheekbone and cup his chin. “I want to do so many things to you. Make you pant and moan. I want to hear these gorgeous lips screaming my name.” I rub over his slightly swollen bottom lip.

Spencer’s dark brown eyes flutter closed, and he parts his lips and licks over the pad of my thumb. “You can do want you want to me as long as I get to feel your thick cock pulsing inside me. I want to wear your mark so I’ll remember this night.”

He sucks on my thumb, swirling his tongue around it and scraping his teeth over the pad. “Stay still. I’m going to kiss every part of your body as I uncover it.” I tuck my fingers at the hem of his cropped top, then slip them underneath. The bumps underthe stretched fabric are small barbells through each nipple, just as I hoped. I tweak and tug on each bar. Spencer moans and pushes his chest into my hands. Ha, he likes a little pain. I flick the nub of his nipple. Unable to wait, I push the top up and pull it over his head. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous, boy.”

“Less talking, Daddy,” he says, which earns him a smack on his pert arse.

“Behave, little one, or you won’t get your reward.” I undo the button on his shorts and slide the metal tab on his zip down. His cock springs out, and Spencer sighs with relief. “No underwear? Naughty boy,” I murmur in his ear. I push my hands down the back of his skimpy shorts, drag them off his arse, and let them drop to the floor. I grab his cheeks and knead them, spreading them apart, using a little more pressure than a normal caress. His groan is the reaction I was hoping for.

“God, Daddy, you’re killing me.”

I kiss down his body, suck on his nipples, and bite the bar between my teeth. In reaction, he squirms, arching his back force his chest to my mouth. After another hiss and gasp of pain, I travel down until his cock is in front of my face.

“Watch me,” I say. His eyes, black with lust, shoot down. I flick my tongue over the tip of his cock and lap up a drop of his pre-cum. “Delicious.” Keeping my eyes on his, I take him deep into my mouth and suck and lick. My hands are back on his arse, massaging the perfect globes. I spread his cheeks again and tap against the tight, wrinkled skin of his hole. A spurt of pre-cum on my tongue is enough for me to know he’s close to coming, but I don’t want that yet.

I come off his cock and stand. “Get on the bed, boy. On your hands and knees. I want to see you.”

He jumps onto my king-size bed. I pull my leather jeans off and kick them away but keep on the harness, then climb up in front of him. I press a firm kiss on his mouth, where the imprints of his top teeth show on his bottom lip from him biting down on it.

“Is there anything you don’t want me to do? I’m not talking extreme kinks. But I do want to eat out your delicious arse. Are you okay with being rimmed?”

He nods eagerly, swaying his hips from side to side and spreading his knees wider.

I chuckle. “Good boy. No coming until I tell you.”

“Yes, Daddy.” His voice is soft but thick with desire. I press one more kiss on his mouth.

“No biting that lip. I want to hear every noise you make.”

As soon as my hands are back on his arse, he sticks his bum back as if desperate for my tongue. I draw one of his balls into my mouth, stretching his sac, and suck and swirl my tongue around the small sphere until he fists the sheet. I release it with a pop and lick from the base of his sac, over his taint, to his beautiful pink hole. I have to control my smile when, after the first lick, he groans and grunts.

I take my time licking and sucking his pucker. I probe and stab at his hole, loosening him with my tongue and then my fingers.

When he tries to fuck himself on my fingers, I bite down on his plump arse, sucking the skin and leaving the first mark. “Steady, boy. I’m in charge. I can make you wait a long while.”

“No, Daddy, please. I’m ready. I need you inside me.”

I pump three lube-coated fingers inside him, corkscrewing them, then sliding over his prostate. Pre-cum is trailing from his cock as a translucent thread.

I grab a condom from the three I pulled out of the box when I retrieved the lube from my side table. When I withdraw my fingers, his hole gapes beautifully for me. I can’t help licking inside him again and lap at the slick wall. I’ve never gone this far so quickly with anyone, but with Spencer, it feels right, so right.

I flip him over onto his back and spread his legs wide. He bites down on his lip, I’m going to have to find a way to stop that, his lust-glazed eyes locked on mine. I push the head of my latex-covered cock to his hole and slip into him easily. The tight heat of his channel clenches around me, and I curse, holding back. This feels even better than I hoped for. Pure heaven. As if he were made for me. But I need to slow down. I don’t want this over with too soon.

Bloody hell, I can’t believe how amazing this is. Carl rocks his hips, sliding slowly in and out of me, his eyes fixed on mine as he murmurs how good I am, how perfect I feel. I have to agree with him. It feels perfect to me too. His pace is relentless, and I won’t last much longer. Sweat runs down my body, as it does Carl’s. What normally is an incredibly unattractive view looks sexy with this man. No bright red face or bulging eyes, which can happen when having sex with older men. He looks as handsome as he did when we first said hello.

Fuck! I let out a deep grunt as he pegs my prostate. “I’m so close, Daddy. Let me come, please, Daddy.” With my hands wrapped around his biceps, I dig my nails into his skin.

“Soon, little one. Wait for me. We can do this together. Can you be a good boy?” Carl dips his head and plants a kiss on my swollen lips.

With new fervour, he pumps faster, deeper, and so much harder my head nearly hits the headboard. Not that I’m complaining. So worth it.

“Now, boy. Come now.” He jerks my cock hard and fast, and my balls draw up inside me. His cock thickens, and he fills the condom. My cum splatters onto my stomach, stripes and drops of sticky fluid making a pattern over my taut skin. “Taste yourself.” He runs his fingers through the mess, gathering it up,and paints my lips with it. I open, sucking on each digit, cleaning them, then scrape my teeth over the pads.

“Wow!”

Carl draws me close and rolls us over, putting me on top of him. I kiss him, not wanting the moment to end. I’m sure that as soon as he pulls out, he’ll want me to leave, and usually, I’d be happy to go. I’ve never snuggled and stayed the night. I know what I am to men like Carl: a fantasy, the chance to play Daddy to the little twink. And I know the score. I’ve played it to my advantage many times. They don’t expect to cook breakfast the next morning any more than I do. The cold light of morning brings more than a new day and, with it, embarrassed coughs and stilted conversation.

“I should get rid of this,” Carl grumbles and pulls out of me. I roll off him. He saunters comfortably naked to what I assume is his bathroom. He does have an amazing body. No middle-aged spread, but instead a hint of firm abs and broad, strong pecs. I could stare at him all night. “I brought a cloth for you too, little one. You’re all sticky.”

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