Page 94 of King of Pain
Smack.
I stop dead in my tracks.
“Careful, Beautiful,” I warn, looking over my shoulder, but he just grins, wicked and unrepentant.
“God, I've wanted to do that for the longest time, and those pants are perfect for it. I think that thing is still bouncing.”
I bark out a laugh and head to my room before I combust entirely.
Once inside, I strip down, tossing my sleep pants into the hamper, and run a hand through my hair, wondering what the hell Ant has planned for today. I know him well enough to know he’s been scheming, and considering how much he’s come out of his shell since Christmas—hell, since our road trip—it could beanything.
He’s been opening, unfolding, revealing more of himself to me in ways I don’t think he even realizes. And I couldn’t be happier for him. Forus.
Of course, all this patience has given me a severe case of blue balls.
Speaking of, I better take care of myself now, or I’m going to be in pain all day. That is no way to spend a birthday.
Naked, I head into my bathroom suite, start the shower and wait for the water to heat. I look down at my hard dick and apologize.
You’re stuck with me again.
I step into the shower, letting the hot water cascade over my back as I lather up. My mind instantly replays the last hour—the weight of Ant’s palm on my ass, the way he looked at me when he did it. Then my thoughts spiral further back to California—Ant pressing my hand onto his hard cock on the dance floor, his warm body curling into mine in bed, the way he smelled, how solid he felt against me.
Reaching for the lube and a small toy I keep in my shower, I slick up my cock, then coat the toy and two of my fingers. Propping one leg on the basin ledge, I spread the lube over my hole and start working myself open for the toy. My other hand wraps around my aching dick, stroking it in slow, deliberate pulls as my mind wanders.
I picture Ant stepping into that motel bathroom, towel dropping before he disappeared inside, revealing thatperfectass. Then my mind shifts to those skin-tight boxer briefs, barely containing his cock beneath.
A sharp gasp leaves my lips as I push the toy in, searching for the spot that makes my vision blur. Working my cock and hole in tandem, my mind comes back to this morning—Ant’s lips brushing my cheek, his whispered promise of finally kissing me tonight.
That thought, paired with the toy hitting its mark, sends me over the edge. My muscles lock up, my head falls back, and I come hard against the shower wall, Ant’s name tumbling from my lips in a wrecked moan.
When I step out of my room, freshly self-fucked, showered and dressed, I hear a knock at the door. I pull it open to see Lexi, a small cake in one hand and a gift bag in the other.
“Happy birthday, bestie!” Lexi exclaims, throwing her arms around me.
I laugh, hugging her back before taking the gift bag she shoves into my hands. “You didn’t have to get me anything.”
“Oh, trust me, I did. Now open it.”
“Open what?” Ant’s voice cuts in as he steps into the room, lookingdelicious and ready for our day.
“His gift,” Lexi says, smirking. “You’re going tolovethis, Anthony.”
Ant raises a curious brow. “Really?”
Lexi grins. “Just open it already,” she huffs, crossing her arms impatiently.
I reach inside and pull out a tiny black crop top with bold white letters across the chest:
BRING BACK THE ‘80s.
I burst out laughing, but then I catch Ant’s facial expression. He’s eyeing the shirt, and I canseethe heat in his eyes and the gears turning in his head.
Lexi, blissfully unaware of my impending doom, tosses Ant her keys. “I gotta go study, so I’m going to grab Little G and you boys go enjoy your day. Make sure this one gets spoiled.”
Ant nods. “Oh, I plan to.”
As soon as she’s gone, Little G in tow, I smirk and hold up the shirt. “Don’t worry, Ant. I’ll wear it for you. If you’re a good boy.”
