Brave Boy (Perfect Boys Book 2)

by K. M. Neuhold

  The voices below continue, Emerson’s breath hitching at each tendril of laughter that reaches us. “They’re going to hear you choke on my cock. Are you ready?”

  He nods, his teeth scraping against my thumb. He whines when I pull my thumb out but settles when I rest the head of my cock against his lips as a replacement.

  His mouth is soft and pliant as I rub my cock along his lips like lipstick, leaving a trail of sticky precum shining on them. He darts his tongue out and moans, opening even wider and hitting me with puppy dog eyes, begging me to stick it in already. I consider teasing, making him beg for it, but I’m not really in the mood to deny my boy anything. I push inside and groan loudly as the heat of his mouth engulfs me.

  The voices below quiet for a second. I guess they can hear us up here. Emerson trembles and takes me deeper, making a hungry sound that vibrates down my shaft and settles in my balls.

  “Do you think they know you’re a dirty boy?” I ask, my voice strained as I hold still with my cock deep in his throat. Each breath he takes through his nose ghosts over my knuckles still wrapped around my base so he doesn’t take too much too fast. “Or do you think they’re jealous of you?”

  He whines, lapping his tongue along my shaft. “Show them what a good little cocksucker you are.”

  Emerson moans again, grabbing onto my ass and pulling me deeper. I release my hold on my cock, burying my fingers in his hair and throwing my head back with a low, deep, “Fuuuuuuck.”

  He sucks and licks and takes every inch of my substantial length as if it’s the very air he needs to breathe. He makes obscene, sloppy, ball-tingling sounds while keeping his eyes locked on mine. It’s like he’s in the cock-sucking Olympics, and he refuses to go home with anything but a gold medal.

  My hips twitch, heat creeping up my spine as Emerson bobs his head faster. I don’t do anything to muffle the sounds he drags out of me, aware that he’s getting off on knowing his neighbors might hear.

  “I’m going to come, sweetheart,” I grit out, fucking into his throat shamelessly. Each time he swallows, all of the muscles constrict around my cock and tighten my balls. With a loud groan, I spill down his throat, and my boy greedily laps up every drop I feed him, sucking me until my cock starts to soften.

  I tighten my hands in his hair and pry him off of my cock, earning a whine in return.

  “Come here,” I say gently, pulling my pants back into place and tucking my cock away, and then sitting down on the chair. Emerson scrambles to join me, lying mostly on top of me so we both fit. I can feel his heartbeat slowing along with my own. I’ll take him inside and return the favor by making him come soon. But first I want to enjoy the nice, quiet night with him for a few minutes.

  The voices are gone now. Whether scared off by the sounds we were making or not, I’m not sure, nor do I care.

  “Tell me something,” I request, holding my boy against me and hoping that this chair on his balcony is sturdier than it looks. He closes his eyes and nestles closer.

  “Mm-my favorite book growing up was Alice in W-Wonderland.”

  “Oh yeah?” I stroke my fingers through his hair. “I’ve seen the movie, but I haven’t read it. Will you tell me about it?”

  He smiles and does just that, telling me not only about Alice in Wonderland but going on to talk about a dozen other books he read when he was young.

  “B-b-b-books never judge,” he says, absently stroking his fingers up and down my chest. “They were the p-perfect escape when everything else felt too judgmental and awful.”

  I kiss the top of his head. “Kids can be assholes.”

  “Adults too,” he says, his voice dripping with sadness that I know I can’t just kiss away, as much as I’d love to.

  We lie just like that until we both lose track of time, talking about everything and nothing. I could listen to him talk all night, all week…forever if he’ll let me.

  Chapter 19

  Emerson

  I squirm impatiently on Kiernan’s bed, naked from head to toe and just a little bit obsessed with how soft his sheets are.

  “Daddy,” I complain.

  The only answer I get is a deep, throaty chuckle from inside his enormous walk-in closet. Seriously, I’m pretty sure the thing is bigger than my whole apartment.

  It’s been a few weeks since I gave him my list of fantasies, and tonight, when I came over to his house, he told me we were going to Ball and Chain, the kink club right outside the city that he’s a member of. Then he told me to strip down and disappeared into that damn closet. I told him he could dress me, not torture me by making me sit patiently for approximately an eternity.

  I drum my fingers against the bed, which fails to have any kind of dramatic effect since it doesn’t produce any sound. My stomach dances with a combination of nerves and excitement. I’ve played out this fantasy a hundred times. Hell, I’ve written some version of it into at least a dozen books. But now that it’s coming true, I can’t seem to make myself stop trembling.

  Kiernan finally steps out of the closet dressed in a pair of leather pants, a matching harness on his chest that he’s covering as he buttons up a crisp, white shirt. My mouth falls open at the way the pants hug his thick thighs.

  “Daddy,” I say again, this time with lustful awe rather than impatience.

  “Do you like it?” he checks, and I nod eagerly. “Good. I have something for you now.”

  I don’t notice the bag in his hand until he holds it out to me. I scramble onto my knees and take it from him, peeking inside and bouncing with excitement as I pull out a harness that looks like it matches his and a pair of leather shorts that are barely more than underwear.

  “C-can I put them on?”

  “In a second.” He crawls onto the bed, hovering over me with a predatory smile that sends happy shivers all through my body. My cock reacts immediately, perking up as my breath speeds up at the same time. “We need to discuss limits for tonight.”

  Limits? Is he planning to fuck me at the club in front of people? My cock swells and aches, and a moan slips past my lips. Kiernan smirks at me, and I’m starting to think he really can read my mind. Or maybe it’s just super obvious that I’m always thinking something dirty.

  “A-anything,” I answer breathlessly, arching up to feel more of his body against mine. His leather pants are so smooth on my skin that I can’t help but thrust shamelessly against him a few times.

  He chuckles again, a warm, sweet look in his eyes as he drags his fingers through my hair and kisses one cheek, then the other, and then a soft touch of his lips to mine. “Not anything, Brave Boy. Not the first time anyway.”

  “S-s-s-sss-so we can go again?” I ask hopefully.

  “We haven’t even gone once yet,” he points out with a smirk. “Back to the topic. Would you feel comfortable being naked?”

  I nod rapidly, thrusting up against his leather-clad thigh again, my cock getting harder, stiffer, needier, as I imagine being dressed in the harness and shorts, my erection freed and swinging openly for anyone to see. I want perfect strangers lusting after me, unable to look away, and I want to know that Kiernan is the only one who will get to touch me, that he’s the one who will fuck me senseless later and then hold me close while we fall asleep.

  I groan, gripping at his shirt and humping against him.

  “Would you feel comfortable if I tease and touch you where other people might see or even purposefully stop to watch?” he asks, and I moan.

  “Yes.”

  “And if you get uncomfortable or if it’s too much, you promise me you’ll safeword?”

  I nod again, happy to agree to anything if it will get us out the door and to the club. Of course, leaving this bedroom means Daddy getting off of me, which isn’t exactly what I want. I whine in protest when his weight disappears. Propping myself up on my elbows, I watch as he goes to the dresser and opens the top drawer. My cock jerks, spilling a few drops of precum when I see what he pulls out.

  He strides over to th
e bed with a bottle of lube and a small-ish plug in his hand.

  “Yes,” I say before he can even ask, rolling onto my belly and spreading my legs.

  Daddy’s hand comes down on my ass, the slightest sting making my breath catch. Okay, so maybe Sterling has a point about the whole spanking thing. I’ll add spanking to my list. Except…do I have to be bad to get a spanking? I don’t think I want to misbehave. Maybe I can just ask Daddy and we can do it for fun…

  That’s something to consider another day. Right now, I’m naked and aching while Daddy’s hands are on my ass. I tilt my hips, offering up more of my ass for Kiernan to do whatever he wants with it. But instead of another spank, he kneads my ass cheeks and then parts them so I can feel the cool air on my hole.

  I hear the click of the lube cap, but that’s hardly enough warning before the cold, wet substance is drizzled over my hole. I gasp and recoil slightly on instinct.

  “Sorry,” Kiernan murmurs, using two fingers to rub the lube around, warming it in the process as he circles the outside of my pucker and then pushes inside. My balls tighten as he fucks me slowly, stroking those two fingers in and out until I’m aching for more.

  “P-p-p-please,” I pant.

  “Later, beautiful,” he says near my ear, leaning over me and pressing his lips against the side of my neck before easing his fingers out again. I barely have time to complain before he’s replacing them with the plug, fucking it in and out a few times as well before slipping it into place, resting against my prostate. My cock pulses, slicking the no-doubt expensive sheets with more precum. “Now you’re ready.”

  Daddy rolls me over onto my back and hovers over me again. I thrust up, my eyes rolling back when the plug pegs my prostate, and my hole throbs pleasantly with the fullness of the toy.

  “Time to get dressed.” He kisses the tip of my nose and gives me a lazy, relaxed smile like he didn’t just tease the ever-living fuck out of me.

  “Daddy,” I complain, but he doesn’t take any sympathy on me, sitting back and grabbing the shorts to hand to me.

  The plug jostles inside me with every move I make to wiggle into the tight shorts, the leather sticking to my skin as I struggle to pull them up my legs. My cock bounces against my stomach and drips. A low, needy moan slips from my lips when I lift my hips up to get the shorts over my ass.

  “Careful,” Daddy says, helping to tuck my erection into the shorts and then zipping them for me, mindful not to catch the skin of my cock in the metal teeth. “Sit up.”

  I do as he says, and he helps me with the harness, buckling it so it fits snuggly but not too tight. When I’m dressed, he runs his big, strong hands over my body and makes a rumbly, humming sound.

  “So damn sexy,” he murmurs, grabbing both of my ass cheeks and hauling me off the bed and into his arms for a kiss. “We’re missing one thing though.” He releases me, setting me on my feet, and steps into the bathroom while I wait. He returns a few seconds later with a small tube in his hand. “Pucker your lips.”

  I obey, feeling utterly calm in spite of my aching arousal. Every ounce of nerves I had about going tonight have vanished. I tilt my head up and purse my lips for him. The stuff he puts on feels wetter and stickier than the lipstick Nolan gave me, but it also tastes like cherries, so I’m not complaining.

  “Perfect,” he declares, but then he frowns and looks me over one more time. “Almost perfect.” Daddy taps his chin and then smiles, striding over to the bedside table and pulling out the leather cuffs he used on me the first morning we spent in his bed together. It’s hard to believe that was less than a month ago. It’s hard to believe a world ever existed where I didn’t belong to Kiernan.

  I hold my wrists out obediently, and he fastens each one into place, leaving them a bit looser than he does when we play.

  “Thank you,” I say, feeling even more grounded with the cuffs around my wrists to show I belong to Daddy.

  “Always,” he promises before giving me another wicked smile and hooking one finger in the front of my harness. “Let’s go.” He tugs, and I stumble after him, moaning happily.

  Kiernan

  It’s been ages since I’ve bothered to stop by Ball and Chain. In fact, before Emerson gave me his list, I’d been considering letting my membership lapse. I glance over at my boy, dressed to sinful perfection in the passenger seat, trying his damndest not to wiggle too much, even though I can tell he’s thoroughly enjoying the plug in that pretty little ass of his. His leather shorts are tight enough that I can see the full outline of his still-hard cock each time I glance over at him.

  “I should warn you,” I say as I pull into the parking lot of the club, nerves filling me as a thousand not-entirely-pleasant memories assault me. “I’ve played with quite a few boys who are regulars here, and some of them aren’t the nicest people.”

  Emerson scrunches his eyebrows together and tilts his head. “Why did you like them then?”

  “I’m not sure I liked them. I just…” I pull into a parking spot and stop the car, gripping the steering wheel as I try to sort through an answer to his question. Why did I play with boys I knew were greedy and selfish and ultimately not at all interested in me? “I didn’t know perfect boys like you existed.”

  The confession lifts a weight off of me. Emerson’s sweet laughter doesn’t hurt either. I look over at him with a lopsided grin.

  “S-s-such a charmer, Daddy.”

  “Just being honest, sweetheart.” I lean over and kiss his cheek, not wanting to mess up his pretty pink lip gloss…yet. “Let’s go inside.”

  He nods and hurries out of the car. I step out as well, unbuttoning several buttons on my shirt so my harness is visible underneath, and then I round the car and take my boy’s hand.

  I get a few surprised looks as we enter Ball and Chain. I really have been away for a while. Not that much has changed in my absence. I spot several familiar faces: Doms and subs who have been regulars even longer than I’ve been coming and plenty of new patrons as well.

  “W-w-w-wow,” Emerson whispers, moving close enough to me that he’s pressed up against my side as we make our way inside. His breath catches, and I follow his gaze to a large man in a puppy hood and harness and nothing else from what I can see.

  “He’s a puppy,” I explain, nodding to the much smaller man holding a leash beside him. “It looks like that’s his master.”

  “So cool.”

  I’m a little envious of my boy, seeing this place for the first time. I can still remember the incredibly freeing feeling of stepping inside a kink club for the first time and realizing that I wasn’t a freak, or if I was, I was certainly not the only one. No one was here to judge; we’re all just here to be our full selves in a way we can’t be outside these doors.

  “Do you want to have a seat and take things in for a few minutes, or would you like to check out some of the demonstration rooms?” I ask. He keeps looking around for a moment, seeming unable to decide, so I do what Daddies do and make a choice for him. “Go sit there.” I point at an empty booth a few feet away. “I’m going to get us both some water, and I’ll be right there.”

  He nods and does as I say. I grin with pride at the appreciative looks he gets from several people. He may not have a collar—yet—but the cuffs are enough of a signal to anyone who might be interested that he’s already taken. I head up to the bar, which actually only serves non-alcoholic beverages for safety reasons. While I wait in line, I keep one eye on Emerson. It doesn’t take long before he notices the attention he’s getting and starts to preen a little. I grin at the way he sits up straighter and wiggles a little in his seat. I’d be willing to bet that he’s thinking about what I might do to him in front of these people later and is getting harder and harder in those tight, leather shorts. Every few seconds, he glances in my direction as if he’s reassuring himself that I’m still there, keeping an eye on him. Always, Brave Boy, always.

  Once I get a couple of bottled waters, I join him at the table, melting inside a
t the impossibly bright smile he gives me as soon as I sit down.

  “P-p-people keep l-l-ll-looking at me, Daddy,” he says quietly, scooting close. His voice is shy, but I can see pride dancing in his eyes.

  “That’s because they’re all wishing they were the ones to put these cuffs and harness on you, beautiful boy.” I grab the front of his harness again, my cock hardening at the little gasp he lets out. I press my lips to his, hard and hungry, more than happy to have the lip gloss I put on him rub off on my own mouth. Another show of the claim I have on him, the claim we have on each other.

  A throat clears next to the table, and I break the kiss to see who would dare to interrupt. I scowl when I see it’s Rhett, a boy I’ve not only played with from time to time but one who has made his way through our little group of friends and also fucked with Sterling at a gala last year.

  “So sorry to interrupt,” he says with feigned sweetness.

  “Are you now?” I drawl, putting an arm over the back of the booth so Emerson can scoot closer. “What can I do for you?”

  “I haven’t seen you around here for a while, and I couldn’t believe my eyes, that’s all,” he says, his eyes darting between Emerson and me. “You know, if you’re ever looking to play again, I’m always available.”

  I open my mouth to tell him I’m all set, but before I can, Emerson makes an adorable little growling noise and climbs onto my lap. “He’s n-n-not interested.”

  Rhett raises both perfectly plucked eyebrows, and I swear he’s about to say something snotty, but either he has more sense than I thought, or he knows a lost cause when he sees it because he simply snorts before shaking his head and walking away.

  Emerson huffs in his direction like an angry little dog who doesn’t want to share his owner. Good news for him: I have no interest in being shared. I lift my boy in my arms and manhandle him into a more comfortable position so he’s straddling my lap.