Page 73 of The Twins

“How do we do that?” I croak, clearing my dry throat.

“I teach you how we do things,” Mr. David offers. His mouth-watering chestnut eyes gaze at me with an ache I understand. “I heard you’re a good student.”

“The best,” I blurt out.

“Can I blow you, Remo? Can I be the first one to do that for you?” he asks, and I choke on air. My body instantly reacts, warmth flooding me. I feel heavy, solid as I sit on this desk. I’m looking down on him from where I sit. I haven’t reached my brother’s height, but I’m tall still. And as tall as Mr. David is, I still tower above him in this position.

“Shouldn’t I be the one to offer? Since, you know, I’m the good boy?” I blush, lowering my gaze. I hide my wince from him.

“Look at me, Remo,” he demands in that tone, and I lift my gaze instantly. It’s the voice I can’t deny. “Good daddies take care of good boys. You’ve never had your cock sucked before, haven’t you?”

I shake my head, my fingers fiddling with the sleeves of my button-up shirt.

“I want you to be present for me, Remo. Can you promise me that?” I nod. “Say it out loud for me. Yes, Daddy. I’ll be present for you.”

“Yes, Daddy. I’ll be present for you,” I rasp. I’ve never been happier.

“Good boy.” Mr. David leans back in his chair, distancing himself from me. I peer down at him, his relaxed attitude. He remains unbothered while I struggle to breathe, worked up with a hard cock that’s never been this close to pleasure before. My stomach finds itself in a whirlwind of emotions. “I know you, and I’ve studied your behavior, but I want you to talk to me throughout. Don’t go quiet on me. If at any point you need us to stop, you part those pretty lips of yours, and you tell Daddy to fucking stop. I need to trust that you’ll do that.”

“You can trust me,” I say, dying for him to touch me again. He’s only a couple of inches away from me, but it feels like the world. “I-I’ll do as you say.”

“Good. Then hop on my lap for a second. Let’s warm up with a lesson,” Mr. David instructs me, and at first, I bite my lip. His lap? I’ve never sat on another man’s lap like that. Why does the idea make me leak? If he only touched me right now, I’d be dead and gone. One tug. One caress.

“What is it, my good boy?” he asks.

“I want to come. I’ve never… I’ve never finished in front of another person,” I confess, covering my face with my hands.

“All in good time.”

He allows me to take my time in climbing on his lap. I move with caution. I would like to end this night without further embarrassment, but something tells me that Mr. David doesn’t care if I come too early. Or too late. He wants me to enjoy myself, and when I let go of my inhibitions, I can taste the fun on my tongue.

I finally take my place on his lap, and he wraps an arm around me. I scoop closer, feeling his length with my thighs. Am I too heavy? Wrong thought. I’m skinny, a tall skinny kid. Immature. Inexperienced.

“Bad thoughts,” I blurt out, panting for nothing but words inside of my head.

Mr. David hugs me, his head near my chest. “This heart.”

“What about it?” I ask. One hand’s around Mr. David’s shoulders. The other hand delves into his lush dark hair. It’s soft, and I mess it up with my fingers, but when I let it go, it seems even more perfect.

Andre doesn’t say anything else. He holds me, and I inhale his scent, the hefty hint of freshness. He doesn’t touch that area, but every other area he caresses heats up for him. I’m leaking precum, and I can’t stop myself. I’m vulnerable, at a loss for words and air.

What does he want with my heart?

It’s already his to do with as he pleases.

“You’re destined for great things,” Andre begins, and I swallow. Hard. He inclines his head, pressing a kiss below my ear. “I need you to believe in yourself more. Understood?”

I nod.

“Understood?”

“Yes, Daddy. I-I’ll fight the doubts.” He presses another kiss on that spot, the sensitive one.

“Good boy.” His breath tickles my neck. Our hands find each other in my lap, and I hold on to him.

My eyes flutter closed, and I wish for a couple of moments of doubt-free peace.

When Andre’s lips meet mine, I gasp, and he retreats. I crave him, but I’m scared. Fuck. I charge forward, wrapping my arms around his neck again.

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