Page 33 of Pretty ’n Peak

His Daddy?

But of course, Austin wasn’t any of those things.

Just a one-night stand who was giving him more pleasure than he’d ever dreamed possible, thumbing the edge of his prostate while those sweetly sharp blows rained down on his ass, sending him spiraling.

“That’s right, work it, baby. You’re taking it so well.”

Mateo’s body was singing. His chest flushed with pride.

“Now you’re going to come for me. That’s right, come for me, dirty boy. Come from my hand like you know you want to. So sexy like that, taking what you need.”

Mateo ground against the sheets, the sensuous words twining around inside him. Dirty boy. Sexy. And then more, flowing like the pulse of his heart. Beautiful. Needy. Luscious.

He was all of those things. His ass was on fire. His hungry hole was aching for more, but so greedy for more of Austin’s teasing torment. And his cock kept rubbing on the bed, so hard and frantic.

“Good boy. Take everything you need. God, you need it, beautiful boy. Just like that.”

Mateo was almost sobbing now, his balls drawn up tight. So close. So very, very close. Everything was swirling together.

“You can take a few more for me, right baby?”

He nodded. “Yes, Austin.” It was almost a wail. He would take anything Austin gave him.

There were three sharp strikes, harder than any before and racing through him like lightning.

And then he was shooting, shaking, tumbling over the edge. The orgasm rippled through him, bigger than his body. Bigger than the mountain they were nestled on. Bigger than the world.

Time lost all meaning as the pleasure lapped through him, Austin gentling him down with a few soft slaps, prolonging the feeling that he never wanted to end.

He lay there floating, rocked to his core.

It was only when Austin started to withdraw his hand that he moved, arm stretching mindlessly toward the man to keep him inside a little longer.

He couldn’t bear to be separated right now. It was too sudden. Too soon. It almost hurt to lose him, when he finally disengaged.

“Shh…” Austin soothed. “I’ve got you.”

Then, in the most miraculous moment, Austin lay down on top of him.

Chest pressed to his back. Hard bugle nestled against his crack. Skin to skin, and buttery leather against his fiery ass.

God, it was perfect.

He could barely breathe, but he didn’t need to. He wasn’t floating any more, because Austin was pinning him down, anchoring him to the earth.

Letting him absorb everything that he needed.

“Good boy,” Austin praised again, the whisper warm on his cheek.

One gentle hand ran through his hair.

“Hmmm… you have a beard.”

Mateo laughed. It was just so unexpected. To think that this man had been inside of him, wringing out the best orgasm of his life—and didn’t know what he looked like. “It’s not much of a beard,” he replied. “I was just trying to grow it out.”

Austin gave him a soft kiss on his cheek, which was somehow more precious than everything that had come before.

“Alright, boy. Roll over.”