Page 147 of Pretty ’n Peak

The thought made him shiver.

Austin stepped up to him again, nuzzling against his neck. “Do you want to put on anything else to make yourself pretty? There’s no pressure, I’m just giving you a choice. But this is a safe neighborhood, and a good place to wear whatever you want.”

“You’re sure?”

Austin kissed his ear, hands sliding up his back. “Very.”

“Maybe a little makeup?” His heart was beating a thousand times a minute.

“Sure.” Austin hummed as he lifted his lips to Mateo’s cheek. “Oh, God you’re soft. How’d you get so soft?” It wasn’t clear if the question was rhetorical. Austin was mouthing over his jaw now. Down his neck.

“This cream Jamie told me about. Oh… Daddy… this isn’t going to help us get ready.”

He felt like he was being devoured. Like Austin wasn’t just aroused, but so hungry for him that he couldn’t bear to stop.

It was a heady feeling. Mateo had never imagined that anyone would ever want him that way.

“You should listen to Jamie,” Daddy growled against him. Then he took a sudden step back. “Damn. You’re addictive. But we really should stop or we won’t get anywhere.”

With so much desire aimed at him, Mateo was feeling confident enough to be flirty. “We? I wasn’t doing anything!”

Austin advanced on him again, but just close enough to run one broad hand down his chest, over the buttons on his rounded belly, and right down to his jeans. Daddy cupped his cock. “Not doing anything? You know what we talked about, pretty girl. About being so sexy that Daddy just has to eat you up?”

Mateo whimpered, every thought scattering. It was all too much. Daddy calling him pretty girl while holding his cock so possessively. Daddy saying he was so sexy that he couldn’t resist. Maybe it was part of their play, but it felt like it was actually true.

Mateo felt sexy.

He humped up against Daddy’s hand.

“Uhn-uh, Peach. I promised you dinner. Now be good, and you’ll get a reward later.”

“But Daaaaaadddyyyyy…” Mateo couldn’t help whining. It just came out. Austin was driving him crazy.

Daddy pressed one more kiss to his cheek, then withdrew. “I’m going to take a quick shower, and change into jeans. You can get ready in here.” He cocked his head to the side. “Though I think the only mirror’s in the bathroom. Come in if you need it.”

Mateo had a hand-held mirror. But would he really give up a chance to watch Daddy in the shower?

They both gathered their things and met in the bathroom. Austin stripped without a moment of hesitation, though he did run a hand down Mateo’s arm and remind him to be good before stepping in the shower.

They chatted while Mateo did his eyes and lips. Not too much color. Just a touch of darker brown above his eyelashes. Something to make his lips a little more plump and glossy. If he was doing it right, he’d look prettier without anyone realizing he was even wearing anything.

He thought it turned out nicely, though he had to keep wiping the steam off the mirror by the end.

It was another one of those moments that felt both erotic and mundane. Boyfriend-y.

Maybe he could ask Austin today?

Or maybe not. He didn’t want to come on too strong if this was all just sex and kink for Austin.

He had no idea how Austin could compartmentalize. For him, romance was all tied up in the other two, and the growing friendship they had besides.

But he knew Austin had dated and scened with a lot of other people. Maybe this was just a play partner thing.

The thought was driven from his head when Austin stepped out of the shower, dripping wet and magnificent. Water trickled through the damp hair that covered his body, drawing Mateo’s eyes downward to his half-erect cock. It was magnificent.

“Daddy…” he moaned.

“You want to towel me dry, baby boy?”