Page 54 of Pretty ’n Peak

“I mean, if that’s OK with you.”

Austin brought Mateo’s hand to his lips. The boy was a treasure. “Let’s go talk with Sebastian and Jamie about some gear. I didn’t bring any of my own.” Because he’d never, in a million years, thought that this was where the weekend was going. “Then we can explore.”

“Yes, Austin.” With two words, Mateo dropped them back into their roles.

Austin felt his spine straighten, his chest fill.

“Lead the way.”

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Mateo

Mateo sat in the folding chair, scarcely able to breathe.

In front of him—right in front of him—a naked man dangled from the ceiling, supported only by a tantalizing lattice of dark red ropes. The Dom behind him ran a casual hand down the sub’s quivering chest, continuing to his hard, slender cock. That had been the first thing tied up, the thinner red string looping around the boy’s balls and the base of the shaft, now almost purple with need.

Mateo was so close, he could almost taste the sweat that glistened on both men’s bodies.

“How do you feel, baby?” the Dom cooed.

“So good, Daddy.” The boy’s words came out almost slurred. “Want you…”

Mateo sucked in a breath, imagining himself saying those words. Imagining himself suspended, weightless, decadently trapped. And positively aching to be fucked.

It wasn’t difficult.

Austin was seated beside him, so close that their legs pressed together. And Austin’s hand was stroking casually up and down his inner thigh.

It drifted higher… higher…

Mateo squeezed his eyes shut.

He didn’t want to come like this. But fuck, he was so close.

Seeing two men actually doing this, not actors, but real people, with their soft grunts and little shared words, was intoxicating.

And then the way that Austin had been teasing him the whole time…

Austin’s hand moved another inch, barely dragging over the zipper of Mateo’s jeans.

Mateo whimpered.

He couldn’t help it.

It wasn’t just the touch itself, but the way that Austin made him feel so… owned. Like Mateo was his to play with. His to control. His to endlessly tease.

Austin squeezed, and this time Mateo moaned.

Loudly.

As loud as the two men at the front.

He should have been embarrassed, but there was an answering groan from another chair behind him.

Someone else turned on by the show… or by him? Both? The whole room pulsed with arousal.

Austin leaned in to whisper against his ear, breath hot against the sensitive shell. “Good boy.”