Brave Boy (Perfect Boys Book 2)

by K. M. Neuhold

  I put both hands in his beard and squish his face in my hands. He grunts in his sleep but doesn’t wake up. I giggle and consider my next move. Dragging my hands down to his chest, my cock gets interested in the situation again. He’s so big. Not just the fun bits between his legs, but all over. I have a giant Viking Daddy who’s going to be able to throw me around if he wants to. I groan and grind against his large, hairy thigh.

  Focus, I scold myself. I’m supposed to be waking Daddy not humping him. As fun as the latter may be.

  His nipples harden when I run my hands over them, his breathing increasing and his big, thick cock jerking against my stomach. But he still doesn’t wake up.

  I loved the cuddly look of his body and all the thick red hair on his chest and belly in the pictures he sent, but it’s so much better in person. I hope Daddy has lots of naked time on the agenda for us. Even if we don’t have sex again yet, I want to enjoy every inch of him.

  More determined than ever to wake him, I tweak his nipples, managing to get another grunt and a reaction from his cock, but he still doesn’t wake up. I find a nice soft spot on his belly and attempt to tickle him, nothing. I lick his face for god’s sake and still nothing. Huffing in frustration, I nibble on the tip of his nose, and the man sleeps right through it. He should be studied by scientists.

  “Daddy,” I whisper his name, expecting it to be just as fruitless as the rest of my tactics, but his eyes pop open instantly.

  They’re unfocused at first, full of sleepy confusion. But as soon as awareness dawns on his expression, a smile spreads over his face…followed by a bewildered frown. “Why is my cheek wet?” He reaches up and wipes it with the back of his hand.

  “You wouldn’t wake up, so I l-l-ll-licked you,” I explain.

  “Seems reasonable,” he deadpans.

  “I thought so.” I grin and wiggle closer, burying my face against his chest and taking a deep breath to fill my lungs with the smell of him.

  “How did you sleep?” he asks, holding me nice and tight, like he’s just as happy to be all close and cuddly as I am.

  “S-s-so good,” I answer with a yawn. Now that he’s awake, I feel kind of sleepy again. It’s Sunday, so I don’t have to go open Unicorn Books until noon. Maybe we can spend the whole morning in bed together.

  “Mm, me too,” he says, sounding content, his voice a little more gravelly than usual and his skin still warm from sleep. “In fact, I might have to lure you into my bed more often.”

  “Okay,” I agree easily, finally pulling my face away from his chest and tilting my head back so I can see his face, needing to tell if he’s just being a sweet talker or if he really means it.

  He looks down at me with a soft, open expression that unravels something inside me. Is it too soon to fall in love with him? Probably. I should learn some serious chill before I go all eager puppy on Kiernan and scare him away. I’m allowed to imagine it though: to think about what it might be like to let myself fall completely head over heels for this man, to share a life with him and know he’ll always be there to take care of me? Maybe one day he might give me a collar like I’ve seen some subs wear to show that they’re owned, that they’re loved.

  A whine slips out of my throat as a deep, aching need fills me.

  “What, sweetheart? Tell Daddy what you need.” His voice is low and commanding as his hand slips down to my ass, grabbing it with the slightest bit of roughness.

  What do I need? Everything. I need his hands and his mouth all over me. I need to know I’m not the only one feeling all of these incredible and terrifying things, even if it might be a little too soon. I need to belong to him and to know he belongs to me. I can’t say all of that, and not just because I’m pretty sure I’d never get it all out when I’m feeling this undone.

  So, I answer in the simplest, truest way I can. “You,” I whisper.

  Kiernan groans, tightening his grip on the soft flesh of my ass cheek and yanking me up, putting me face to face with him so I’m not craning my neck anymore. “How do you feel this morning?”

  “Horny.” I grind my erection against his stomach just in case he needs proof.

  He chuckles. “I meant about us, dirty boy.”

  Dirty boy, ungh, I like that. It’s possible that I’ve lain awake way too many nights, thinking up sweet, filthy things I’d like to be called in the throes of passion. I wonder if I can work up the courage to ask him to call me Daddy’s Little Fuck Toy while he fills me with his cock.

  As crazy as it seems, I think Kiernan might just make me brave enough to ask him for almost anything.

  “Good,” I answer, rubbing my cheek against his coarse beard, loving the way it burns my skin slightly. I want him to leave beard burns and hickeys and handprints all over my body. I want to look in the mirror later and see Kiernan on every inch of my skin. “S-s-s-so good.”

  He kneads my ass cheeks, and I can feel the stickiness of his precum against the inside of my thigh where his cock is resting. “I know words are harder when you’re nervous or excited, but I need some words here, sweetheart.”

  I give a whine of frustration between gritted teeth while burying my fingers in his chest hair and thrusting against him. Words are so stupid. “I s-s-s-slept on it. P-p-p-p-ppp…ugh,” I groan. “Fuck me.”

  I don’t actually care if he fucks me or if he’d rather get me off in a different way. Daddy’s choice, as far as I’m concerned. But if he doesn’t do something soon, I’m going to get myself off rubbing against him, and something tells me that’s not what good boys do.

  Kiernan

  Emerson pants and thrusts against me shamelessly, his cock leaving streaks of precum on my stomach. I’m not doing much better, my cock achingly hard and pressed against his thigh. I woke up with his warm, petite body all wrapped around me, and I’m almost positive I’ve died and gone to heaven.

  As much as I want to pin him down and fuck him until he screams, there are a few more things that need to be figured out first. The fact that too much talking when he’s worked up seems to stress him out isn’t helping matters. I want my boy to feel relaxed and taken care of, not like he has to worry about putting words together when all he wants to do is give himself over to the submission he’s been waiting a lifetime to experience.

  “Listen, Brave Boy, here’s what we’re going to do,” I say, rolling him onto his back and situating myself on top of him. I’m careful not to use my full weight—I’d crush the poor boy—but just enough that he knows I’m taking over now. I use one hand to hold both of his wrists, pinning his arms above his head, and he moans, arching his body up against mine. “I don’t want you to say another word, unless it’s your safeword, until I tell you it’s okay. Nod if you understand.”

  Emerson bites down on his bottom lip and nods eagerly.

  “Good boy.” I press a gentle kiss against his lips. “Your safeword is still unicorn, but if you don’t think you can say it, for any reason, you can snap instead. Can you snap?” He snaps once to show me he can. “Perfect. That goes for any time we play.”

  He nods again, his cheeks flushed and his eyes fixed on me, full of open eagerness. He’s writhing and squirming under me, but not making any real attempt to get his hands free from my loose restraint.

  One thing I learned during all of our online chats is that Emerson may come across as shy, but he’s absolutely brimming with filthy fantasies. I want to learn them all and make every single one come true. But this morning, I think I know what he needs, what he’s been absolutely desperate for.

  “I’m going to let go of your hands for a second, but don’t move them,” I tell him firmly, and he stops wiggling immediately, like he’s trying to show me he understands and he’s going to behave. Such a good boy.

  My cock throbs against the hot skin of his thigh. I can’t wait to be buried inside him, to feel his orgasm ripple through him, the clench of his inner muscles as I drive him to heights he’s never known before. The very first fantasy he told me about was to have
a Daddy make him come over and over, to force him to come even when he’s sure he can’t do it again, and that’s exactly what I plan to give him this morning.

  I release my hold on his hands and sit up, my thighs on either side of his. As horny as I am, this doesn’t feel like a moment I want to rush. After all, it’s the first time I’m playing with my boy in person, in my own bed. The warmth of his body, the scent of his sweat and precum, and the pink patches of skin on his chin that have already been rubbed slightly raw by my beard all imprint themselves on my mind.

  His cock is a little shorter than average but nice and thick. If he’s game for it, I’ll pin him down and ride it hard one day. I love a good stretch, just the right amount of stinging fullness. I could tie him down and bounce up and down on his cock for hours, edging the hell out of both of us until I finally give in and cover him in my cum while he fills me with his.

  My balls tighten at the thought, heat zinging through my body. Something to look forward to another day.

  Emerson whines at being kept waiting, and I smirk. “Patience, sweetheart.”

  I run my hands over his chest, caressing his hard nipples with my thumbs and drawing a hiss from him. His cock jerks and spills a clear strand of precum onto his belly. He clenches his hands but keeps them over his head as he tries to hump up toward me, moaning when he realizes he’s trapped by my body.

  I reach over toward my bedside drawer. My plan was to grab the lube and the special toy I bought last week just for Emerson, but seeing his cock twitch and his body tremble from this hint of restraint, I grab my leather cuffs as well. A few weeks ago, we discussed both being negative and on PrEP, so I grab a condom and hold it up.

  “Do you want me to use a condom? Just nod or shake your head.”

  Emerson shakes his head rapidly from side to side, so I drop the condom back into the drawer and set the rest of the items down on the bed. My boy is an absolute vision, all flushed and impatient, eyeing the things I pulled out and licking his lips.

  I had the leather cuffs custom made years ago, but I’ve never used them. I meant to, and in fact, I almost pulled them out on a few occasions with different boys, but something stopped me. There’s just always been something about the lovely, intricate design etched into the buttery smooth leather that made them seem special, like I needed to save them for the right boy.

  There isn’t an ounce of hesitation inside me now as I fasten them around each wrist, making sure they’re tight, but not so tight they’ll cut off his circulation. Emerson pants and moans again as I clip the two cuffs together and then secure them to the connection point on my headboard. My bedframe is another thing I had custom made, with subtle connection points on both the headboard and footboard for all kinds of restraints.

  His cock is absolutely gushing now, beckoning me to take a taste. I kiss his mouth first though, licking my way between his lips and swallowing the desperate sounds he feeds me, cherishing them as they vibrate against my tongue. I put one hand on his throat while I kiss him, not squeezing or cutting off his airway at all, just feeling his quickening pulse under my fingers and the bob of his Adam’s apple when he swallows.

  “Such a perfect boy,” I murmur against his lips. “I was over the moon when I realized you were BraveBoy. I knew you were meant to be mine the first time I laid eyes on you.”

  Emerson melts under me, giving me delicious, happy sounds between each kiss. Eventually, I drag my lips down to his chin, along his throat, and over his chest and stomach until I near his cock. He bucks and groans, his cock bumping against my chin. I grin and keep kissing the rest of his body, dragging my beard against the inside of his thighs until they start to pink and then nibbling on his flesh, watching his cock jerk and weep. A few more wet kisses on his thighs and hips before I finally wrap my fingers around the base of his cock.

  “I want to taste your cum. Be a good boy and give it to me.” I swipe my tongue over the damp head of his erection and moan as the salty, sweet flavor of his precum lights up my taste buds.

  Emerson gasps, his breath coming faster, harsher, his muscles all quivering as if he can feel my tongue on every inch of his skin. Humming hungrily, I wrap my lips around his slick, hot head, still laving my tongue over his slit to gather every drop of precum he feeds me.

  The thickness of his cock is even more noticeable when my lips are stretched around his shaft, the weight of him resting against my tongue and pressing against the roof of my mouth. I barely have him halfway into my mouth when he lets out a low groan, his entire body tensing and then shuddering all at once as he fills my mouth with his bitter, sticky seed. I suck and lap at him, coaxing every drop I can out of him.

  He’s still hard but starting to soften when I release him from my mouth. He looks entirely and perfectly obscene, restrained with my pretty cuffs, his cock drenched with my spit and a few stray droplets of cum, milky and clinging to his shaft. Without taking my eyes off of the beautifully pornographic sight, I reach for the toy: a pretty purple vibrator with a nice, angled tip to hit his prostate just right.

  I squirt a generous amount of lube onto it and then press it against his hole. Two nights ago, he sent me a short video of the dildo I had made for him stretching and fucking him until he splattered his phone with cum and the video ended. I know he could take my cock right now without much prep, but I’m not ready to finish playing with him just yet.

  Emerson lets out a half moan, half startled gasp when I push the toy inside of him. His legs fall open, and his cock ceases softening, laying half-hard now.

  “Such a naughty, horny boy. I think I’d better make sure you stock up on orgasms for the day,” I say in a low, deep voice, using my knees to push his legs open wider as I fill him nice and deep with the toy.

  He moans in response, nodding his head. I reflexively dart a glance at his fingers, making sure they’re still their normal color, that the restraints aren’t too tight while I tease him with the fullness of the toy for a second. His cock is slowly starting to harden again, not quite as desperate as the last time…yet. I use my thumb to turn on the vibrations.

  Emerson jolts like he’s being electrocuted, bucking his hips as his cock surges back to full hardness. I stop the vibration and then restart it, pulsing it against his prostate and watching the way his whole body rises and falls with each heavy breath he takes. He humps his cock up into the air, nearly sobbing when his second orgasm hits him, his cum splattering against his stomach.

  I barely give him the chance to catch his breath before I’m pulling out the toy and replacing it with my cock, sliding easily into his relaxed, slick hole. I fill him in one thrust, groaning from deep in my gut when my thighs meet the back of his ass, every inch of my cock surrounded by the tight heat of him. I lean forward and kiss each one of his fingertips before swooping in and ravishing his mouth.

  His cock isn’t so quick to revive this time, barely hard as I ease out and then thrust back in. He arches his body up against mine, seeking more of my touch. I do live to give my boy what he wants. I ease a little more of my weight onto him, kissing him deeply while I fuck him slowly.

  Emerson sighs against my lips, dragging his tongue against mine as I tempt it out to play. I rock into him, filling him deep, and then staying there for a few beats before doing it all over again. Over and over while I lose track of time, lose track of everything other than Emerson. A bead of sweat trickles down my back, and his cock is starting to harden again.

  I fuck him a little faster, my patience starting to fray as an urgency takes over. My balls are heavy, and my whole body is heating up. But I want to feel him come one more time before I do. I sit up and grab the lube, filling my palm and then wrapping my hand around his cock.

  Emerson whines, shaking his head back and forth, the sensitivity no doubt almost too much.

  “Unicorn?” I check, and he continues to shake his head. “Then give me one more.”

  He squirms like he can’t decide if he wants more of my touch or not, giving in after a f
ew seconds and humping into my fist. I look between us, my balls tightening at the sight of his hole stretched around my cock. Not a replica this time, but mine.

  “I need it, sweetheart,” I beg, so close to coming that my voice is tight and gruff.

  Emerson nearly sobs, his cock pulsing dry in my hand, his inner muscles constricting around my cock and pushing me over the edge. I groan and fall forward, humping him desperately as I empty myself inside him. I drag my lips over his, not really kissing, but needing to taste him while my orgasm rolls through me.

  I reach up and unclasp his hands, but stay on top of him, breathing him in and catching my breath long after I’ve started to soften and slip out. When my muscles start to tremble from the strain, I roll onto my side and pull Emerson close.

  “You can talk again when you’re ready,” I murmur sleepily. I wonder what time it is and if I can convince my boy to stay a little longer, nap with me, and then enjoy a leisurely brunch together. My housekeeper optimistically left a quiche for me when I mentioned I had a big date this weekend.

  “Wow,” he says breathily, a weak smile dancing over his lips.

  “Me too,” I agree, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “Stay a little while?”

  He nods his head and wiggles closer, making himself comfortable.

  “Em?” I ask, and he hums in response. “Why did you lie about the tattoo when I asked before?”

  A slightly guilty expression replaces the serene one. “It’s em-em-embarrassing.”

  “What?” I laugh, running my hand down to his backside and squeezing the cheek that I know has the pretty little ink on it. “It’s not embarrassing, it’s cute.”

  He snorts and shakes his head and then rests it against my chest and closes his eyes, falling asleep almost instantly.

  I lie awake, running my fingers slowly up and down his spine and making a mental list of all the ways I’m not going to fuck this one up.