Page 27 of Atlas & Miles
His eyes sparkled. “Exclusive?”
I smiled. “I would like us to be, yes.”
“I’d love that.” We grinned like a couple of lovesick—or maybe just lust-sick?—fools for a few long, joyous moments before Miles broke the silence. “So . . . Daddy?”
“Yes, baby?”
“Could we maybe get to the good stuff now?”
I hid a smile behind my hand. “The good stuff? Don’t you like talking to your Daddy?”
His mouth fell open again, and this time, my smile broke through.
“I’m teasing you, baby. You wanna be my little cum slut tonight?”
His eyes shot wide, and his cheeks turned beet red. I watched with an amused smile as he reached to adjust his dick in his jeans.
Degradation kink, check.
“Well?”
He nodded several times, but that wasn’t good enough. I needed him to say it, ramp up his humiliation.
“Use your words, boy.”
He gulped, head bobbing and cheeks flushing, and it was adorable. “I wanna be your cum slut tonight, Daddy.”
“Fuck.” I reached for him, yanking him to me and capturing his mouth with my own. His surprised moan when our tongues tangled together sent my lust soaring, filling my brain with nothing but thoughts of Miles, of getting this man naked and on his knees for me.
“Shit, baby,” I gasped out, pulling away to catch my breath. “Bedroom.”
He nodded, reaching for his glass and finishing his water. I did the same—part of my motto wasstay hydrated, right?
Matching empty glasses back on the coffee table, we leapt to our feet, and I pulled him through my tiny living room toward the hallway.
Once we stepped into my bedroom, I spun on him, wasting no time finding the hem of his T-shirt and pulling it up to his neck. He helped me complete the task, yanking it over his head when I couldn’t reach. As he tossed it aside, I let my palms and fingertips explore his strong shoulders, muscled pecs, and rippled abs dusted with dark hair in all the right places. God, his body was incredible.
I growled and leaned in, nipping at his chest. He hissed at the bite, though it was barely enough to hurt, and grabbed the back of my head, holding me to him. I took that as the invitation I knew it was.
I shifted to his nipple, licking a stripe along the way. When he moaned, I let my tongue lavish the hard bud over and over until he started writhing in front of me.
Then I moved to the other one.
Before long, he was struggling to stay upright, and my dick was as hard as hell. I was thrilled his nipples were so sensitive. If he liked impact play, maybe he’d like other kinds of pain play, and we could have some fun with nipple clamps.
My cock twitched in my pants more insistently.
I lifted off his chest and stared up at him to find him gasping, his pupils blown wide and eyes on fire. God, I wanted him so badly.
“Damn, baby, you are so responsive,” I praised, running my hands along his torso once more. I glanced up to catch his expected blush and smiled. “How about we get naked now?”
He nodded eagerly, his hair flopping with the vigorous movement. I grinned.
I pulled his jeans and boxer briefs down and off in one swift motion. “Someone’s really ready to move on. You want to show me how well you take my dick in your mouth, don’t you?”
The nodding continued.
“If you’re good and stop touching”—his hands, which had been wandering lightly over my torso, instantly clenched into fists at his sides—“maybe I’ll let you get on your knees for me and show me how much you want my cum.”
