Page 11 of Fixate (Devious Mafia Daddies #2)

Ricardo

His cock was gorgeous.

Wait, what?!

I’d never said anyone else had a gorgeous cock. I didn’t even look at other men’s bodies like that. Sure, I’d seen other dudes naked. Porn existed, and I was a frequent watcher.

That was very different from what I was experiencing watching Pharrell strut to the bed.

“I hope it’s ok for me to take this side,” he said all casually, like his giant anaconda of a cock wasn’t swinging between his legs.

My mouth watered. What would he taste like?

And why did I have the urge to bury my face in the dark curls sitting at the base? I’d never thought about another person’s pubes before. Not even in a joking manner or anything.

This was definitely not a joke.

I was aroused. Achingly so.

“It’s fine,” I eventually rasped before moving to what had become my side of the bed.

Unlike the man across from me, I made quick work of removing my clothes. I kept my boxers on since both of us naked in bed didn’t seem like the brightest idea. Even this small bit of fabric did little to hide the obvious erection I had.

Keeping my back to him, I eased into the bed and laid down. I didn’t turn to see how he positioned himself. To look at him more than necessary would be a mistake.

The bed sunk behind me when he climbed in. I froze, unsure of what would happen next.

“If you’re not facing me, how will you notice if I leave,” he taunted.

“Maybe you could just do what you said you would instead of trying to manipulate me into whatever game this is.”

“Game?”

I scoffed. “Yes, game. I’m not in the mood to play.”

“Can you explain this game to me? I think I missed the rules. Am I winning?” His voice was all calm and thoughtful. I fucking hated how relaxed he was.

I also hated that we were supposed to be sleeping, yet he was riling me up with this crap.

Without thinking, I flipped over to face him. “Yes, you’re winning. You got naked and forced my hand to make us get into bed together. If you’d have just agreed to sleep — ”

“There was no forcing your hand. Your memory must be going.”

“My memory is fine.”

He continued on like I hadn’t spoken. “As for my nudity, I didn’t think it would be an issue. Surely, you’ve seen other men naked before. You’ve seen yourself naked. We all have the same basic anatomy.”

“Not all of us are built like that,” I muttered.

While anyone else might have ignored the comment, Pharrell latched onto it instead. “Built like what? Does my appearance bother you this much?”

Our gazes were locked together, which meant I had a front row seat to the gleam in his eyes. He was getting a kick out of my discomfort. He wanted to see how much I’d admit before pulling back.

Though we’d known each other casually for years, he didn’t know who I was to my core: A competitive asshole with no filter.

“Your cock. Not all of us are built with third legs. That’s why I figured this was a game. You strip down, showing off that beast, and decide you have to sleep naked when I’m here. How is that even fair?”

Pharrell had gone still at my rant. It was like the bravado he’d had disappeared with the confessed words. I shook my head and went to roll back over. At least he was quiet again. Maybe we’d actually get to rest.

Before I could turn all the way over, his hand shot out to grab my arm. I froze at the touch. He was so warm. So fucking tempting.

“You were staring at my cock, mon chou?”

I rolled my eyes. “Is that all you heard?”

“No, it’s not all I heard. But it is rather important. Do you find yourself wanting to do more than just look at my cock?”

“Well…” I let my voice trail off.

He pulled on my arm. It wasn’t hard enough to force me to move. More like he was encouraging me to fully face him again.

Doing as he asked, I rolled until we were face to face. I waited to see what he’d do next because I had no fucking clue what was happening.

“You’re curious, aren’t you? Am I the first you’ve wanted to explore?”

Unable to break eye contact with him, I nodded slowly. My mouth was too dry to speak. My muscles tightened to the point of pain. It was like I was preparing for a fight, even though I knew that wasn’t what was happening.

I might have been clueless in a lot of ways, but I knew desire when I saw it. Pharrell wanted me. Or at least, he wanted me to do something.

“What an honor, mon chou. To be the man who has gathered your interest,” he said softly. He was still touching my arm, his fingers loosely gripping me, though there was no need.

“This isn’t what I do. It’s not. I don’t know what’s happening here.” The words burst out of me, a confession between us.

Pharrell hummed, then shifted to his back. At the loss of his hand, I nearly whined. Why did his touch feel so good? And why did I already crave it?

As I watched, he pulled the blanket down to reveal all the gorgeous inches of his body. His cock stood proudly, a beacon guiding my desire.

“Touch me. Explore how you’d like. I promise to keep as still as I am now. You have free reign,” he said.

My gaze whipped to his. “You’re serious. I can just… touch.”

“Touch. Smell. Lick. Taste. All of them are options. I only ask that you don’t bite. It is not on my list of pleasurable activities.”

“Can I see the list?”

His smile turned wicked. “It’s not an actual list, I’m afraid. But I could write them out for you. Another time maybe.”

I gave him a nod, then rose up to inspect him closer. He was giving me the freedom to do as I pleased. And I could tell he wasn’t judging me. In fact, I felt like he was encouraging me more than anything. Like he wanted me to show him just how fascinated he made me.

Moving to a kneeling position, I hovered over him simply looking for a minute.

He remained still like he said he would.

The only part of him that didn’t — and really seemed like it couldn’t — was his cock.

It swayed and jerked, each movement seeming to come from how I let my hungry eyes take him in.

When I’d had my fill, I leaned forward to catch his scent. We’d been close enough before for me to know he smelled nice. The closer I inched to him, the more I realized nice wasn’t the right word.

Electrifying.

Arousing.

Delicious.

Even those didn’t do him justice. I wanted to be surrounded by his scent. I needed more of it.

Without overthinking it, I buried my face in the crease of his thigh. My nose nudged at his balls. I took a deep breath, scenting him.

I heard the way he gasped. Felt the way he trembled beneath me.

Pulling back, I turned to look his way. From this angle, I saw everything. The lust. The longing. How he couldn’t look away from me.

“Is this ok?”

“Yes! God, yes, mon chou. I love this attention from you. Please, continue. As I said, I’m yours to play with.”

I believed every word he said. No one could fake desire at that level.

The next few minutes, I spent trailing my nose around his body. From his groin to his pits, and even his hair. I wanted to find out what each of the pieces of him smelled like.

When I finished, I eased myself between his legs. “Can you spread your knees a bit? I want to lay down while I continue.”

The question was vulnerable for both of us. Me because I was asking him to give me more time and more space to check him out. Him because the position I asked for would expose all of him.

I couldn’t deny I really liked the idea of it.

Pharrell bent his knees, then fanned them out to the side. I’d have to make a comment later on his flexibility. Then again, you didn’t have a build like his without putting in the work. The man was clearly spending time in the gym.

“Have at it,” he said, acting as if he wasn’t bothered by his widespread form.

Not one to question a gift, I dropped onto my stomach. Inching forward, I move until I’m right over his length. I push my tongue out, then swipe from the base up to the tip.

Having had my fair share of blowjobs, I know what feels good. While I’d love to be a pro and blow his mind — no pun intended — I don’t have the experience yet. Plus, I think there’s something to be said for the slow, steady buildup we’ve got going.

Every second of this exploration has built up my desire tenfold. My cock is pressing into the mattress, leaking profusely while asking me “motherfucker are we going to get some attention?”

The man above me groaned at the first swipe. The second and third have his legs shaking. I had to prop up on my elbows to ensure I reach every long, tempting inch.

“Are you ok?” I asked, my voice laced with false concern.

His blazing gaze met mine. “I’m tortured, mon chou. Utterly destroyed at the sweet way you’ve taken your time with me. I don’t know whether I want to spank that bratty ass of yours or let you continue to have your way with me.”

“I vote for number two. The spanking is a maybe. But later though.”

He started to speak again, but I cut him off by finally surrounding the crown of his cock with my mouth.

My eyes fluttered closed at the first taste of his precum.

It’s salty, though not in a bad way. More in a ‘this is new to me’ kind of way.

Or maybe a ‘holy shit, I’m really doing this’ kind of way that’s distracting enough for me not to overthink it.

As I eased my mouth down as far as I felt comfortable, I gave myself permission to let go. I wasn’t Ricardo, the mafia don’s right-hand man. I wasn’t Ricardo, the straight man questioning his identity.

I was just me.

A man giving another pleasure. And from the sounds he made, I wasn’t doing too bad of a job.

Curiosity had me pulling back though. If this was the only time we were doing this, I needed to go further than I had. Needed to see all of him.

I leaned on one arm, then used the now free hand to reach out for his balls. Cupping them, I rubbed over the smooth skin there. Knowing how much I enjoyed when a partner sucked on mine, I wrapped one in the warmth of my mouth.

It was… Different. Not my favorite feeling in the world, though not the worst.

Pharrell’s reactions made it more enjoyable though. He’d lost his ability to remain completely still. It was like he was buzzing with a need to take over. I could feel the tight way he held back though.

I repeated the move on the other side before going back to his cock. This time, I was a bit more eager. My own body was keyed up and wanting to come.

Could I bust without being touched? I knew it was a thing for some guys. It had never been for me.

Yet I felt so close to the edge. Like I was barely hanging on.

My movements got sloppier the closer I got. Pharrell picked up on the problem when I let out a desperate whine.

“Mon chou,” he murmured. “Do you need me to help you? I will be gentle. I promise.”

I didn’t want to let him go, so I nodded around a mouthful of him. In the next second, his hands were in my hair, holding me steady, and guiding me in a better pace.

“That’s it. Such a good boy, taking care of me. Fuck! I could live in this mouth of yours. So perfect and eager. Like you’ll die if you don’t get to swallow me down.”

Each word brought me closer to the edge. I was seconds away from coming, my body taut as ever. And still, I hadn’t reached down to touch myself. I could have. It was easy enough to reach down and stroke myself a couple of times.

But I was curious.

Clearly so.

I mean, I had a dick in my mouth. The man who’d always only ever looked at women that way was sucking cock and leaking into his boxers.

“If you don’t want a mouth full of cum, you need to pull off, mon chou,” he growled as he released the hold he had on me.

My hand snapped up, locking his hands in place. I shook my head as best I could while still bobbing on his cock. I couldn’t stop. Not now. Not when we were so fucking close…

And he came.

Fuck me, he came so beautifully. His back arched, and his fingers tightened in my hair. He didn’t push me down though. He was still aware enough to stop himself from forcing more of his dick into me.

Watching him come undone brought me over the edge too. I rubbed against the mattress one time and that was it. I broke apart, my body jerking with each burst of cum filling my boxers.

I should have been embarrassed. Should have wondered what the hell was going on.

Yet I didn’t.

There wasn’t an ounce of regret or a question to be found. I only wanted to bask in the moment. I wanted to sigh in relief now that I felt like we’d both gotten something out of this spontaneous encounter.

Pharrell ran his fingers through my hair slowly, as if memorizing pieces of me. I looked up to find his gaze firmly on my face.

“Are you ok? How are you feeling?”

I went to speak, then frowned when I realized I couldn’t.

Why? Oh, right.

Because his cock was still in my mouth.

It had begun to soften some, though it was still firm. I sucked on it once, just to see if it felt the same now that the high tension had crested.

Surprisingly, I felt soothed at the motion. It was a comfort to have his weight on my tongue, against my cheek.

He filled up some part of me that I hadn’t even realized was empty.

I’d gone a bit unfocused at the realization of what I was still doing. When I looked back at Pharrell, I found him smiling at me.

“You like to keep me there, don’t you?”

I nodded gently, just enough movement to confirm, but not so much to lose the contact we had.

“That’s fine, mon chou. What you’re doing is completely natural among partners. We could even nap this way if you like. I’m quite comfortable if you are.”

His words weren’t a question, yet I still felt the need to reply. I used my finger to write a Y on his thigh. As usual, he caught on to what I was saying right away.

He carded his fingers through my hair, then said, “Rest. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

And as if by magic, I felt myself falling under the spell of his comfort.