Page 8 of Daddy's Perfect Ballerina

“I could be.” I shrug. “Do you like being teased, Leo?”

He gulps, nodding.

“Do you want to go back to the party?”

There’s not even a pause before he’s shaking his head no.

I didn’t come here looking for a hookup, especially not with the gorgeous, tease-of-a-man I’ve been trying not to look at for months. And just having his eyes on mine for this little interaction has my dick stirring to life behind my zipper.

I won’t pretend like I haven’t thought of him before, late at night with my cock in hand—getting off to the idea of his lips wrapped tightly around my shaft or thinking about how he’d take a pounding from behind. I’ve seen that perfect ballerina boy ass in tights too many times not to ponder what it would feel like in my hands.

I can admit that I’ve avoided wondering about him, and I havea lot, but I can’t deny how my mind shifts to him when I need to come. No one has made me blow my load so hard in years.

“Why don’t we finish your tour then,” I suggest, wetting my bottom lip. “Guest room?”

Biting his lip he nods in agreement. “Guest room.”

CHAPTERFIVE

Leo

The guest room door slams behind us and Ezra flicks the lock into place before thrusting me against the wall next to him. We didn’t see a single guest on our way in here, and with the implication Henry made about having a private ‘talk’ with Noah, I just know that he sent them home early.Thank fuck.

“If you don’t want this, say it now.” His voice is hoarse and wanting.

“F-fuck that,” I whimper, already feeling weak with the heady realization that my fantasy is becoming a reality. His hands gripping my biceps are the only things holding me in place.

He grins, lowering his mouth to hover above mine. “One more thing…” He offers a simple, teasing peck to my lips. “If you really want me, when I make you come—and I will make you come, Leo—you call me Daddy.”

I shiver involuntarily at the word. “Oh fuck.”

“Mmm,” he agrees. “Oh fuck indeed, ballerina boy. Tell me yes.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I whisper.

His pupils dilate, and he surges forward, capturing my lips with his.

A needy moan crawls up my throat, eyes slamming shut.I can’t believe this is happening, holy shit!

Hands trembling, I reach for him, curling my fingers into the soft fabric of his shirt to pull him closer. He’s wearing casual clothes; blue jeans and a long-sleeve black cotton top. Underdressed for a party or not, he’s delectable. Clothes hardly matter, he won’t be wearing anything in a moment if I have my way.

His large, warm hands shift, dragging up my arms to cradle the sides of my face. My gasp in response gives him enough room to sink his tongue between my lips. The sensation has my eyes rolling behind their lids. My tongue twirls, rolling around the tip of his as we kiss deeper, blood rushing from my head to my crotch.

Our mouths pull apart, and he seeks out my neck, latching onto the side of it to suck and kiss. My hips move forward, sparks bursting between us as he lavishes my throat.

“You taste as sweet as you look, ballerina boy,” he groans into my skin.

“We’re wearing too many clothes,” I complain, voice cracking.

He chuckles. “Eager, are we?”

“You have no idea,” I sigh, trying to grope his chest through his shirt. “Please, Daddy?”

He rids himself of his shirt first, pulling it up and over his head like some kind of mountain man model.

“Goddamn,” I breathe, reaching out to touch his muscles. “Even better than I thought.”

He’s warm and firm, chest smooth, and nipples slightly hard.Perfection.

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