Page 80 of Pretty ’n Peak

Austin hadn’t told him not to touch himself but… it seemed like something he would appreciate anyway.

Since he was already shaving, he kept going down his thighs. Then over his ass. God, it felt so smooth. He’d never thought of his body as anything but big and furry, but now it was… almost sensual.

What would it be like to shave his lower legs? His chest? His pits?

The forbidden thoughts made him shudder.

But he wasn’t ready for that. Even though he wore jeans and full t-shirts around everyone he knew, if there was even a chance he could get caught, it wasn’t worth it.

His feelings were far too fragile to handle any teasing.

When he stepped out of the shower, he called through the closed bathroom door. “Austin?”

“I’m here. Take all the time you need.”

Knowing he was there was both comforting and scary. But Mateo tried to focus on the support, or he would never do this.

Austin bought these for me, he told himself. Daddy wants me to wear them.

He slowly slid one damp foot into the panties and then the other. Even more slowly, he slid them up his chunky thighs and over his hips.

He looked in the mirror and… God, he just wanted to cry again.

Because they looked good. More than good.

The delicate lace cupped his package, giving tantalizing glimpses of the smooth copper skin beneath, making his soft cock look gentle and touchable. The satiny material that stretched around his waist, well below his belly, was somehow cut to almost give him the impression of curves—the good kind, where his hips almost seemed to flair.

And then there was the way all of that silky fabric and lace felt against his shaved balls… Austin had been so right about that.

He turned around trying to peek over his shoulder. His ass was… pretty big. But from this angle, it kind of popped.

Above it lay the reddened marks where Austin had whipped him.

He found himself grinning in the mirror, even as the light split into crystal shards of rainbow from the liquid that he refused to acknowledge in his eyes.

He took a deep breath and tugged the wine red shirt thing over his head, scrambling for a minute to figure out quite where everything went.

But when he looked up…

Fuck.

He was sexy.

At least if you were into chubby Mexican guys in lingerie.

But he liked himself and that was more than he’d ever thought possible.

He ran his hands down his chest. A column of burgundy cord criss-crossed down the middle, separating the lacy triangle panels that gave his rounded pecs the illusion of being breasts. The fabric continued down another handspan, framing the top of his ample belly so that the swell that was exposed above his panties looked provocative rather than just fat.

Two lines of ribbon laced through the fabric at his sides, the long tails trailing down to his ass. He wasn’t sure whether they were supposed to be tied into bows or left that way, but he liked stroking his fingers down them, so he let them stay. When he turned, they danced around him, almost like the swirl of the skirt.

He was smiling so hard that his jaw hurt, ignoring the dampness that dripped down his cheeks.

It hurt how good he felt seeing himself like this.

Like he was…

Like he was pretty.