Page 12 of Daddy Down Under

“For four weeks, consider me your boyfriend, your boy toy, whose sole purpose is to take care of you and give you what you need.”

God help me, but even his voice turned me on now. “So you’ll be there to cater to my every whim?”

He chuckled, and the low, sexy sound vibrated through his hand. “I wouldn’t go quite that far, but I promise I’ll fulfill all your needs.”

I was missing some crucial piece of information because why would Ocean do this? What was he getting out of this? Surely, he could find a real job for these four weeks and make more than room and board.

“Trust me, Cash,” he said softly, so I did just that.

“Okay,” I heard myself say. “For the next four weeks, you’re mine.”

Ocean gave my cock a last squeeze, then let go. “Nah, that’s not how this is gonna work, but you’ll find that out soon enough.”

Wait,what?

CHAPTER FIVE

In which I discover that Australian restrooms differ from American ones, and Ocean makes use of them. And me.

By the time we deplaned,I was still confused. I was also still half-hard, but my suit jacket hid that, thankfully.

As we walked through the terminal, the energy between us crackled like the air before a storm. Our shoulders brushed, sending jolts of electricity through my body. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt so…alive.

“Come with me,” Ocean said, taking my hand and leading me into the men’s restrooms. He quickly looked around, but there was no one else there. He pulled me into one of the stalls and locked the door behind us. The space felt impossibly small, Ocean’s presence filling every corner.

“Ocean!” I protested, but he put a finger against my lips.

“Australian restrooms.” He pointed at the door of the stall. Unlike the standard American ones, it didn’t have a gap you could see through, and the door went all the way to the floor. No one could see us.

He stepped closer, his warmth radiating through the scant inches between us. “Shh,” he murmured. “Stop thinking so much. Just feel.”

Before I could even respond, he was deftly unbuckling me again, and he had me out in seconds. He spun me around and pinned me with my back against his chest, his left hand over my mouth and his right around my cock. Holy shit.

“Not a sound,” he whispered in my ear, and I nodded automatically.

He let go of my cock to spit in his hand, and then he wrapped it around me again, squeezing me tightly. He went slow, almost methodically, the pressure tight enough to turn my dick to steel but not so hard it hurt.

Someone walked in, proceeded to use the urinal, and I held my breath until Ocean nudged me to breathe. Why was I so afraid of getting caught? It wasn’t like it was a felony to get a hand job in a restroom stall. But Ocean had told me to be quiet, so I wanted to be.

As soon as the man left, Ocean sought my earlobe with his mouth and teeth. “You negative?”

Was he going to fuck me here? That thought should have made me put a stop to things right then and there, but instead, my cock jerked in his hand. He chuckled. “I see you like the idea of my cock in your ass. That’s good to know. But answer me.”

I swallowed, my mouth impossibly dry. “Negative, and I’m on PrEP.”

“Same. Put your right hand on my hip.”

I did as he told me.

“Now tap if you want me to stop.”

I nodded.

The hand on my mouth disappeared, and funny enough, I missed that tight, almost possessive grip immediately. When he let go of my cock as well, I wanted to cry out in frustration. I must’ve made some sound because Ocean bit my earlobe again. “I told you to be quiet.”

“Sorry.”

He rustled, but I couldn’t see what he was doing until I caught his shorts and underwear dropping. Then, the unmistakable sound of a packet of lube being opened, followed by an all-too-familiar slick squelch. Seconds later, he sent my pants and underwear to the floor as well, and then his right hand, now all slick with lube, wrapped around my cock again. Thank Jesus.

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