Page 48 of Naughty Dreams
DJ cried out, tangled pain and need pumping through him like Roy’s cock. When Roy at last released with a growl and long groan that shivered through DJ’s nerves, all that power hard up against his body, he drove DJ into the pillows. Hell, Roy could put him through the mattress if he wanted to.
“Please…”
Roy unsnapped the cock ring. “Come for me, Dory,” he ordered hoarsely.
Dory bucked, caught between the pillows and the weight of Roy’s body. The rough scream tearing from his throat might give his singing extra gravel, but that was okay. He wanted to collect and hold onto every scrap of evidence that Roy had taken him over, taken his body. And possibly things a lot deeper than that.
He lost his mind to everything but sensation, groaning, crying out. When it finally finished and he was nearly limp, Roy was still holding him. Murmuring to him.
DJ might not ever call another man Daddy, but it didn’t mean something in him didn’t curl up tight in Roy’s embrace when he heard the man murmur the words in his ear.
“Good boy. You’re such a wonderful, good boy.”
Praise, meant in all the right ways. Everything was right.
It had been as good as the fantasy. Maybe better. Because Roy didn’t withdraw or disappear as DJ returned to earth. Without DJ asking, Roy shifted them to a sleeping position on the bed and curled up around him. They lay like that together, DJ drifting toward sleep.
Roy’s breath was even against DJ’s neck. DJ held onto the strong arm around his waist, and Roy’s hand was on his chest, as if Roy was tracking his heartbeat while keeping him safe and close.
DJ didn’t want to be anywhere else.
In the early hours of the morning, DJ cracked open his eyes to see Roy in front of the mirror, tying his tie. DJ remembered he had the morning shift. He could smell coffee and assumed Roy had brewed some.
He didn’t want things to get weird between them, so instead of letting his head get mired down in post-first-sex stupidity, he said the first thing that came to mind.
“Can you bring me a cup of tea, Daddy?”
Roy raised a brow, his eyes sparking. A pillow that had fallen on the floor was launched at him with a cannon’s velocity. Whenhe curled up in a defensive ball, laughing, Roy disappeared into the main room.
When he returned, he didn’t have DJ’s tea. He had his cup of coffee, as well as a plastic spoon and packets of cream and sugar.
“Lay on your back and spread your legs. Arms up and holding the pillow around your head. Keep your busy hands out of my way.”
Whoa.Roy wasn’t smiling, and his eyes showed full-on lust, his gaze zeroed in on DJ’s morning erection. DJ gulped, his gaze on the steam rising above the coffee.
“I guess this is a trust exercise.”
“It’s an exercise in learning to shut your mouth and obey your Master.”
“Isn’t it time for your shift to start? I don’t want to break the rule about acting like bodyguard and client.”
“I have twelve minutes.” Roy didn’t glance at his watch. “Do it, Dory. Close your eyes. Or safeword.”
DJ obeyed. His stomach somersaulted as he heard the paper rip and felt the sprinkling of what had to be the sugar packet’s contents along his shaft, followed by the creamer, a cool, thick stream over his painfully stretched skin.
“Hold very still.”
He couldn’t help the involuntary jerk as a few very hot drops of coffee hit his dick. It only hurt for a brief second, and then the stimulation made him want Roy to do more of it. Like when he was striking him with the belt.
He especially wanted more of what Roy gave him next. His mouth, going down on him, sucking coffee, sugar and cream from his flesh.
“So you don’t like coffee?” Roy asked, after his tongue had slid all around the ridge of DJ’s head and teased his slit.
“Rethinking that,” DJ managed.
Roy spread out his coverage, tiny kisses of hot coffee moving to DJ’s abdomen, then his nipples, chest and hollow of his throat. DJ gripped the pillow with both hands when what he wanted was to grab Roy’s shirt, pull him on top of him, hold onto him and stay in bed all damn day.
Roy rose from the bed. “Open your eyes, Dory.”
