Page 148 of Pretty ’n Peak

“I want to suck your cock,” he said boldly. His mouth watered for it.

“I don’t want to smudge your lipstick,” Daddy returned. “At least not yet. Be good and dry me off.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

That was an erotic experience all by itself. Mateo started at Daddy’s head, then moved downward until he was kneeling to dry his feet. Daddy just stood there, murmuring words of praise that fell on him in flower petals.

He looked up when he was done. “Are you sure, Daddy?”

Daddy stroked his smooth cheek, damp fingers sticking just a bit.

“You know that if you suck me off now, you won’t get to come.”

“I know.” He hadn’t until that moment, but just the idea of it was dizzying.

“Go ahead,” Daddy said lazily.

Oh, damn.

Mateo knew just what to do this time. How to curl his tongue around the wide head. How to lick down the shaft and take Daddy’s balls into his mouth. How to suck in the tip as far as he could go.

“Use your hands,” Daddy instructed. “Get them all wet.”

So Mateo added that into the mix, until Daddy was groaning and panting above him, one hand latched to the towel bar and the other grasping his hair.

It was divine.

He tried to take in a little more, pushing up against his frustrating gag reflex. He had to pull back, choking. He looked up, batting his stinging eyes. “Help me, Daddy.”

He’d seen that in porn once, but actually saying it was a thousand times better.

“Oh, fuck, Teo.” Daddy looked wrecked. Chest heaving. Eyes burning in need. “I’ll help you, baby.”

Then Daddy was gripping his hair, pushing roughly into his throat. Fucking him hard for one stroke… two… three… The wet hairs on Daddy’ abdomen pressed against his nose, filling him with Austin’s scent. Mateo just pulled in a deep breath, when Daddy lodged inside him shuddering and calling out his name.

He was prepared for the lightheaded, helpless feeling this time. The way that Daddy became his whole world, using his throat as the black spots crowded in.

Somewhere in there, it felt like he almost came, too. He was nothing but a conduit for Daddy’s pleasure. He could feel it, exquisitely, deep in his bones.

When Daddy withdrew, he pulled in a gasping breath. He was still, somehow, so hard that it hurt. But that just made it more intense. He was panting and aching and needing… and Daddy wasn’t going to do anything about it. Because he was just Daddy’s little fucktoy.

“Ohhhh… very good, sweetheart.” Daddy patted his head. “You’re a fast learner.”

Mateo nuzzled up into his hand. All he wanted right now was to be held close. “Thank you, Daddy.”

“I think I’ve ruined your makeup. And your hair. You’ll have to do them again.”

Mateo rose high enough on his knees to check. He looked absolutely debauched. The eyeliner was still in place, but his cheeks were flushed and his lipstick smeared off. His hair was wild, shaped by Daddy’s firm hands.

He felt triumphant. “It won’t take long to fix. But… will you stay with me, Daddy?”

Daddy pulled him up, and into his arms. “Of course, baby. I’m not going anywhere.”

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Mateo

By the time they reached the restaurant, Mateo was so lust drunk and distracted that he almost forgot to be nervous.