Page 5 of Private Exhibit
The boy's face lit up with a smile, but he paused, tilting his head as though listening to something. A frown started to crease his brow. “Um. I'll catch up.”
“Alright.” The blond beamed at him and took Pennington's arm. “See you upstairs!”
The couple left, and Andy waited, watching the boy. The little thing stayed right where he was, slowly searching the room. Could he feel Andy watching him?Hells. Could he hear Andy's thoughts?
The boy moved. Slowly. Andy followed his gaze. At the same moment, the boy suddenly stopped and Andy caught another glimpse of long, dark hair.
Once again, the hooded figure simply vanished from sight. There one moment and gone the next.
The boy frowned, and Andy studied him. Had the boy felt that dark presence the same way Andy had? Could he sense things beyond what was visible?
Look at me, Andy mentally begged.Please, look at me.
The boy didn't react. If anything, it looked like he was still searching for the man who'd disappeared. Finally, the boy shook his head. He turned away, only to stop with a gasp, looking straight at Andy.
Andy sucked in a breath.My gods. Those eyes.He could live in that gaze. Drown in it. He could die right then, in that very moment, and feel like it had all been worth it.
But still he wanted more. He had to have more.
Andy crooked a finger, beckoning the little thing closer.
The boy swallowed hard, then glanced over his shoulder before pointing at himself. “Me?” he mouthed.
Andy gave him a single, slow nod.
The boy took a step forward, never breaking eye-contact.
Andy smiled. He quickly checked their surroundings and spotted an empty armchair. Andy snatched up a cushion froma pile nearby, then set it carefully and deliberately on the floor, an invitation rather than an order. He sat down in the chair, planting his feet and resting his arms at his sides.
The boy inched his way closer, eyes wide and chest heaving. He slowly lowered himself to the cushion, hesitating between kneeling and sitting. The boy finally settled on the latter, drawing up his knees and hugging them to his chest.
Andy held the boy's intense gaze as he reached for his belt.
The boy gasped, breaking eye-contact to look down. He never blinked as Andy slowly freed his cock, holding it out so the boy could see every inch of it. The boy licked his lips, then glanced up at Andy's face, his gaze begging.
Andy grinned and began to stroke himself.
The boy fixated on every movement of Andy's hand, looking utterly mesmerized. It was like he'd entirely forgotten the room around him. The mass of bodies. All the various cries of pleasure and pain that filled the air.
Nothing existed beyond the two of them.
Andy shuddered.My gods. This. This was what he'd been missing for his entire life.Hells. Had he really thought he'd never know a more profound connection than the one he'd felt with Lydia? This blew that one right out of the water. And he didn't even know this boy!
But he wanted to. For the first time in decades, he wanted to know someone. Wanted to risk his fragile, broken heart and see if there was a chance it could be healed.
He didn't deserve it. But—Gods!—he wanted it!
Andy felt his orgasm coming way too fast. He tried to slow down. To hold it off. He wanted to live in this moment as long as possible. Forever, even.
But the boy's worshipful gaze made everything feel so much more intense. The pleasure rushed through him. Not even the gods could stop it.
With his free hand, Andy yanked his shirt up to his chest, then threw his head back with a cry as he came. He felt seemingly endless jets of cum striking his skin, dripping down his torso. It went on and on and on. He came like he'd never come before.
Andy slumped into the chair, chest heaving. He tried opening his eyes, but his vision was blotched and hazy. Andy took a moment to catch his breath, reveling in the sheer intensity of the experience.Holy shit. Nothing in the world could top that.
A lazy smile took over as he slowly opened his eyes. Andy looked down, eager to see the rapture on the boy's face. Desperate to know if the boy had enjoyed what he'd seen.
Andy jerked upright in the chair, frantically searching the room. But it was no use.
