Page 13 of Right Pucking Daddy (Daddies of the League #7)

EIGHT

SASHA

Everything about the boy screamed innocence, except the way he talked. The way he asked how to gain a ticket to my bed. And not any ticket, but a one way ticket… fuck me, I wanted to tie the boy to me and never let him go.

The way he called to me…

The way he drew me in…

The way he affected me…

Never. No one. Not a single soul I’d ever met made me feel the way he did when his gaze locked with mine from across the club while he sucked on that straw, his steel gray eyes fringed with those long lashes that were slightly darker than the hair on his head.

Using the membership card, I tapped it against the locking mechanism. The click and slide of the lock pierced the lust-laden silence. I shoved open the door, holding it for him, wondering if I’d need…

Guess not .

Aiden strode to the center of the room, not even waiting for the door to close before he pulled off his clothes. One piece at a time, slowly, surely uncovering his gorgeous body, breathtaking inch by gorgeous breathtaking inch, folding each piece of clothing meticulously.

And I watched.

My cock pulsed and throbbed.

My breathing deepened.

My hands shook.

I shut the door and moved farther into the room. I wanted, no, I needed a closer look. My eyes raked his body from toes to eyes and back again before making another trip north.

Fuck me, what a vision he was.

Adonis would’ve been jealous of the boy’s physique.

If I thought he was beautiful before with his clothes on, I was mistaken.

Chiseled from stone, muscle stacked his lithe frame.

Freckles dusted his chest and shoulders.

The tattoo inked into the skin of his upper arm gave him a ‘fuck off’ vibe that belied the boy within.

A boy, I was desperate to make mine, if only for a night.

There was a problem with that thought.

I didn’t think a night would be enough.

Looking at him, I didn’t think the rest of time, right up until the end of the world, would be enough.

My mouth watered.

My breath fell heavier and shorter as he stood, his chin tilted down and eyes trained on my face, cock jutting toward me, the tip glistening in the dim lamp light.

I licked my lips as my fingers found the buttons on the front of my shirt without losing sight of his handsome face. I’d never been with anyone who wore makeup, but the dark liner intrigued me. As did the lip gloss. Well… what was left of it after kissing him downstairs.

The twitching of his fingers caught my attention, and I paused. And fuck me but the whimper that came from him was like a shot of Viagra directly to my dick. As if it needed to get any harder. The fucker was painful enough.

“Is there a problem?”

“No, sir.”

“Aiden, what was the rule we spoke of?”

“To always tell the truth. There isn’t a problem. I just wanted to undress you.”

“If there’s something you want, you have but to ask.”

“May I undress you, sir?”

“You may.”

He came toward me, not in a rush as I expected, but slowly, biting his lip.

His gray eyes locked on the V of skin visible in my partially open shirt.

His innocence was such a turn-on—something else I’d never experienced.

I’d been with more men than I could count over my thirty-six years of life, but never a virgin.

The thought of taking him was a heady one.

But the thought of being his first, of opening him up, helping him embrace that part of himself… There were no words .

I let him control how fast he went, I waited as his hands found my shoulders, his fingers slowly trailed down my pecs, over my nipples, pausing to trace them with a hum of approval before moving to the buttons I’d not gotten to yet.

I didn’t know if he realized how vocal he was, but he murmured, and whimpered, and hummed the whole time.

Those sounds made me curious and anxious to hear what he sounded like when I sucked his dick or ate his ass or fucked him into the mattress waiting for us to destroy it.

“You’re gorgeous,” he said while he pushed the shirt off my shoulders and down my arms. The rolled cuffs bunched and flipped the sleeves inside out as I pulled my hands free.

Without a single reminder, he folded my shirt as meticulously as he had his own before turning back to me, stepping close enough that our chests brushed when we inhaled at the same time. I needed another taste. He must’ve too because he tilted his chin up, offering me his mouth.

Our lips met softly, at first, gentle pressing and separating turned to sips, sucks, and nips.

But it didn’t stay soft or gentle. The wanton, needy boy in my arms opened his mouth, and I took it.

Fiercely. Tongue plunging into his depths, owning him and wallowing in sultry, smutty, sexy sounds that fed the inferno already surging through my body.

His mouth disappeared from mine before I was ready, but I sighed when my cock bounced free. Dangerous. That’s what he was. He’d distracted me so much with that gorgeous, sexy mouth that I didn’t realize he opened my pants.

With a soft thud, his knees met the carpet, and he pulled my pants and briefs down my legs as I toed off my shoes.

Pants, socks, and underwear ended up in the neatly folded pile on the table with my shirt, stacked next to his, all without him moving from the floor between my feet.

His head fell back onto his shoulders as he gazed up at me.

“Please, sir, may I suck your cock?”

Who was I to deny the boy?

Soft silken threads twined around my fingers as I slid my hand into his hair, fisting it at the back of his head.

“Open for me, boy.”

Immediate obedience.

“Wider.”

Again, no hesitation.

Gripping the base of my shaft, I rubbed my cock head across his full lips, painting them glossy with the precum leaking from my tip.

“Stick out your tongue.”

I groaned.

“Fuck, that’s a sight I could get used to.”

I eased into his mouth, inch by inch, forcing myself into him, until tears glistened in his eyes and his throat closed around the head of my dick, massaging it deliciously. My balls rested against his chin. I couldn’t wait much longer.

“Now that I know you can take all of me, I’ve gotta fuck that gorgeous mouth. If you need to slow down, smack my thigh. If you need to stop, pinch me. Hard.”

He nodded, my dick rubbing the roof of his mouth while his tongue cupped the underside of my shaft. The boy might be an innocent, but fuck, he was a natural.

I pulled out, then thrust into him. His wet eyes, surrounded by tear-spiked lashes, stared up at me as he moaned. The sound turned to a whimper when I pulled out, changing again as I pushed in. Out and in, and out again, only to repeat the movements over and over.

His eyes begged for more, as did the litany of grunts, groans, and whines that vibrated around my dick. I couldn’t stop myself from using him roughly.

Neediness grew, dropping lower and lower until the orgasm that tickled the edges of my subconscious slipped into the forefront of my mind. I groaned, pulling Aiden off my cock. The string of saliva, thickened with my precum that stretched between his mouth and my dick, turned me feral.

I yanked the boy to his feet, plunging my tongue into his mouth, drinking the taste of myself from his mouth. He straddled my thigh, pressing the length of his dick as he rode me—lost in a haze of lust.

Wrapping my hands around his thighs, I picked him up.

His arms and long legs locked around me, as I moved us to the bed, climbing on first one knee, then the other.

Leaning over, I placed him on the mattress, pulling his arms from the stranglehold they had on my neck as I drew away from his mouth.

His hands clasped in one of mine, I pressed them to the bed and hovered over him.

“Oh, my God. Please.”

Tracing his pouty, kiss-swollen mouth, I shushed him, “Patience, baby boy. I’ll take care of you. I promise. ”

Sitting up, I reached for the lube sitting on the nightstand. The owners of this club thought of everything. There were condoms in a bowl on both nightstands and several popular brands of lube. Including the one I liked the most.

My fingers trailed down his body, tweaking his nipples with one hand as I grabbed a couple of condoms and tossed them on the bed.

At the bite of pain, he gasped and moaned, arching into my touch.

He was exquisite. His skin, a beautiful porcelain, freckles dusted across his torso and down his body in a fading gradient that held me captive.

I wanted to count them. And kiss and lick them too.

But that had to wait.

I had to have him.

I needed to see him lose his shit.

I wanted to watch him spray cum across the freckle-painted chest that enamored me so.

Leaning down and brushing his lips with mine, my thumb flicked the top of the lube open. Tiny licks and nips of his mouth were used to tease and distract him from my plan to mindfuck the boy. I wanted him thinking about his mouth until…

“Ohhhhh! Ahhhh!” he yelled. The ‘oh’ turning to an ‘ah’ as the lube I drizzled over his dick ran down his shaft.

“Just wait. It only gets better.”

I sat back, resting my ass on my heels, his legs still around my waist. Pulling him as close as possible, I stroked his dick, slicking his shaft and my hand before encircling both of us with my fist .

“I’m gonna get us both off and then,” I said as I went to work, jerking our dicks while thrusting into my fist as the same time.

“Then?” he asked with a gasp.

Falling forward over him, my weight shifted onto the elbow pressing into the mattress next to his head. I took his mouth in a savage kiss as the first orgasm I’d shared with another person since before my accident careened toward me.

With my lips pressed against his, I groan, “I’m going to open that virgin ass up with my fingers. I’m going to make you beg and scream until you come a second time. And while your cock is still shooting cum, I’m going to bury my cock in your ass and fuck you, until you forget your fucking name.”

The last bit clawed its way out of my throat as he screamed my name, his voice breaking as his back arched, his hands grappling at whatever they could reach of my body…

arms, thighs, shoulders, throat. His nails bit into my skin, the burn telling me I’d wear his marks for days, if not weeks to come.

I was okay with that because I never wanted to forget this night. Or him. I wanted to take him home, tie him to my fucking bed, and use him to my heart’s content.

The image of his pale skin against my black satin sheets and blankets as he lay bound to my bed, at my mercy, that my mind conjured, shot through me like a lightning strike.

Ten of them.

My cock pulsed and throbbed. Cum shot out of me as if launched by a rocket. The thick, white fluid splattered across his chest and abs, mixing with his until you couldn’t tell his from mine .

Releasing the iron grip on my dick, my still hard dick twitched with need, I covered my shaft with a condom and lube, slicking my fingers. I would make this good for him, but I’d waited long enough. I’d fulfilled my promise of making him scream and beg and cum again, but…

“Alex…”

I looked up and the fucking kid was drawing circles in our mess with both hands.

As our eyes locked, he raised one sticky cum-covered hand to his mouth, our fluids dripping from the tips of his fingers, and the other to mine.

He painted my lips with our cum while slurping and sucking his other hand clean.

I fell on him, kissing him around his fingers as my own found his ass. His hole begged to be opened, pulsing more and more with every touch. I pressed against the twitching muscle sliding into him slowly, his channel sucking first one finger then the other into him.

He thrashed, his back and neck arched away from me, his face pained. I paused, the tips of my fingers hovering over the bundle of nerves within him, and I asked, “What color are you, Aiden?”