Barrett laughs again. “No, little rabbit, it isn’t a clothing optional beach. I’m not aware of one here in Nice, but if you’d really like to swim nude, I’m sure we could find a private spot to make that happen,” he teases, and I pat his arm.
“I’m good with wearin’ a swimsuit,” I assure him.
We step back into the hotel room to get changed for the beach. I don’t even give a second thought to Barrett undressing me anymore. His hands artfully stripping me down and then clothing me all over again is comforting. It reminds me I’m his, not that I’m likely to forget that anytime soon. As impossible as it seems that he could want to keep me, every time I look at him and see the way he looks back, I believe it a little more.
Once we’re in our bathing suits, sunscreen also carefully applied by Barrett’s very thorough hands, we head down to the beach just behind the hotel.
The sand is soft under my feet, sinking in where the tide comes in, leaving deep footprints and squishing between my toes. The sun beats down on us from overhead, making sweat bead on my skin.
“This is why I put the sunscreen on you,” Barrett points out.
“I get why, I just said I didn’t think it was necessary to put so much on my backside when I’d have swim shorts on the whole time,” I say. “By the way, it’s prob’ly a good time to tell ya that I can’t swim.” I eye the pretty blue water longingly.
His eyebrows shoot up, and he seems to consider the problem for a few seconds before stooping down and lifting me into his arms.
“Daddy,” I squeal, grabbing onto his neck before I fall. I really wish he’d start warning me before doing that.
He starts to splash into the water, and I hold onto him tighter, squeezing my legs around his waist and clutching his neck for dear life.
“I’m not going to drop you,” he promises.
“I know.” I can’t think of a thing I’ve ever trusted more.
Barrett
After the beach, we go back to the room to grab a shower and get changed so I can take Sterling out to dinner.
I kiss and touch him shamelessly while I dress him, earning sweet smiles and laughter in return that fill my heart up past brimming.
“If I don’t manage to stop kissing you, we’re never going to get out of here and make it to dinner,” I say, kissing him again anyway because it’s too hard to resist. I can feel the curve of a smile on his lips, his hands clinging to the front of my shirt like he’s as unwilling to stop kissing as I am.
“I ain’t complain’,” he murmurs against my mouth.
He might not be, but his stomach is. It growls loudly, making us both laugh as we break the kiss.
“Come on, let’s get you fed.”
The restaurant I made reservations at is close, so we walk. The night is warm, the sea breeze keeping it comfortable as we amble down the street. I point out a few different businesses I’ve invested in here and tell him about the vacations my family used to take here when I was a kid that made me fall in love with the area.
The closer we get to the restaurant, I start to notice Sterling leaning into me, turning his head and rounding his shoulders, just like he did when we first met. It doesn’t hit me until right now how much less he’s done it since moving to Vegas.
“What’s wrong, Pretty Boy?” I ask quietly, tucking him closer.
“It feels like everybody’s lookin’ at me,” he whispers. I glance around. There are a couple of people glancing in our direction, their eyes lingering on him a few extra seconds before moving on.
“Do you want to go back to the room to eat instead?” I ask, my heart sinking. I was looking forward to spoiling my boy tonight with a nice night out in Nice, but if he’s uncomfortable, that won’t do at all.
He makes a quiet, helpless kind of noise that breaks my heart. “I dunno,” he answers, chewing on his bottom lip.
“What if I made sure we had a nice, private table? Would that make you feel more comfortable?”
He considers the question a few seconds before nodding.
I manage to do just that, getting us a table on the patio, looking out over the water, far away from other guests, but Sterling is still quiet, the joy and lightness that he had before we left the room completely gone now.
“Be a good boy and tell me what I can do, sweetheart,” I say, not making it a request. I need to make this better for him, by whatever means necessary.
“Nothin’,” he says, looking out over the water with a hint of sad resignation in his tone. “I forgot for a minute, that’s all.”
“Forgot what?” I ask.
“That you look like that.” He gestures at me. “And I look like this.” He points at his face. “You’re so good to me that I just…forgot.”
Frustration surges through me, followed hotly by sadness. It seems like every two steps forward I manage to make with his confidence, there’s one step back. I don’t know how to get through to him once and for all to make him see what I see when I look at him.
“Pretty Boy…”
He shakes his head, a forced smile appearing on his lips. “I don’t wanna ruin our trip. It’s so beautiful here, Daddy. Can we just…not talk about this for now.”
As much as I want to force the issue, I agree to drop it for now. He’s right; we’re in a beautiful restaurant in the south of France, and I want him to have a good time.
Chapter 21
Sterling
I feel bad for ruining the evening. Barrett dropped it when I asked, but I could tell he was still worrying about me. It’s silly anyway. Nobody was staring any worse than usual, but I kept seeing lingering looks and got to thinking again that a man like Barrett doesn’t belong with me.
When we get back to the hotel, I slip into the bathroom to splash water on my face and get myself together before bed. I already wrecked our date; I definitely ain’t gonna be too mopey for vacation sex.
When I step back out of the bathroom, he’s already in bed, in nothing but his underwear, leaning against the headboard, just like he does at home, except he’s holding a tablet instead of a regular book. He has a pair of glasses on, which I’ve never seen him wear before, but dang if they don’t make him look even better than usual. I crawl into bed, the weight of the cock cage tugging at my cock and making my balls ache in a way that’s become familiar over the past couple of months.
“Whatcha reading, Daddy?” I ask, making myself comfortable with my head on his lap. His fingers go immediately to my hair, stroking against my scalp and coaxing my whole body to relax.
“Something rather interesting,” he answers, the humor in his voice making me curious.
“Read it to me?”
“My pleasure, Pretty Boy.” He clears his throat and starts to read. “If I had a thousand lifetimes to imagine how it would feel to have my best friend’s mouth wrapped around my cock, every fantasy still would have fallen short. His lips form a mind-bending suction around my erection, the heated depths of his throat make me gasp and moan shamelessly.”
I gasp just like the narrator of the story, my whole body heating up all at once. “Daddy, this is a dirty book,” I inform him in a scandalized tone.
“Is it?” He teases innocently. “I hadn’t realized. We’d better keep reading, just to be sure.” I nod eagerly, and he goes on. “I can’t keep myself from thrusting into his mouth, shamelessly taking all the pleasure he’s offering me as my balls tighten and ache, and my toes curl.”
Images form in my mind to match the words, and my cock tries to harden inside the cage, swelling against the cool metal and dribbling precum when it can’t get any stiffer. I squirm fruitlessly, Daddy’s fingers still stroking my hair, my scalp suddenly feeling like an erogenous zone of its own.
“I’ve never known anything close to this pleasure. I want it to go on forever, but I’m sure I won’t be able to keep from coming much longer. The thought of my load pumping down his throat brings me right to the edge,” he reads on, his deep baritone voice making the alread
y exciting words even filthier.
“Daddy,” I groan, the ache between my legs and in the pit of my stomach becoming almost too much to bear.
“Yes, little rabbit?” he asks in a calm voice that makes me want to lose my mind, as if his cock isn’t getting hard a few inches from where my head rests in his lap. I huff in frustration, which only seems to amuse him. “Oh, I know what it is. You want to suck Daddy’s cock, don’t you?”
Another spike of need pulses between my legs. “Please, Daddy?” My mouth waters just thinking about how it would feel to have his big cock stretching my lips.
His grip on my hair tightens, sending tingles along my scalp. He sets the e-reader down on the bed and uses his now free hand to shove his boxers down. I moan at the sight of his hard cock bouncing free right in front of me, the head flushed red and shiny with precum where his foreskin has already started to roll back.
I thrust my hips helplessly, my empty hole aching almost as much as my heavy balls. I mouth at his bare thigh as much as I can while held still by his grip on my hair.
With his underwear down, Barrett guides me between his thick, hairy thighs. I look up at him, and my heart pounds unevenly, desperate to get my mouth on him, but worried I’ll do it wrong at the same time. I want to give Daddy everything; I want him to use my mouth for his own pleasure and flood my throat with his cum. I lick my lips and look up at him, dying to ask for what I want, but unable to sort the words out to say it.
“You can suck me, Pretty Boy,” he purrs in a deep rumbling voice. “Just do one thing for me first.”
Lord help me, if he asks me to compliment myself again right now, I might have to bite him.
“Yes, Daddy,” I agree, already knowing that whatever he wants—even if it is something annoying like being nice to myself—I’ll be happy to do it, if only to be his good boy again.
“Mmmm,” he hums in approval, gently stroking his fingers through my hair again. I lean into his touch, hungry for it. “Tell me you know you’re mine.”
My eyes catch his, and my cock throbs, my body lighting up.
“I’m yours, Daddy.” I rasp. The word feels so good on my lips. I hold his gaze, my heart beating even faster now. “And you’re mine.”
Barrett groans, spreading his legs wider and wrapping his free hand around his thick, hard cock.
“Daddy,” I murmur again, feeling both awed and intimidated. I don’t know the first thing about how to please him like this, but boy do I want to figure it out. I manage to drag my eyes up to his face, hoping he can see the pleading in them. I need him to show me how to do it right. I need him, period. I need his hands on me, the deep rumble of his praise, his cock stretching my lips. I need so much it aches all over.
With his fingers in my hair he gently tugs me forward. He knows exactly what I need. Of course he does. He’s my Daddy, and he said that’s what Daddies do.
I relax my mouth, parting my lips and letting myself be dragged closer. He doesn’t pull me right to his cock though. No, he guides my cheek against the inside of his thigh where his skin is hot. I nuzzle against him, his erection close enough that I could dart my tongue out and lick it, but he hasn’t told me to, so I don’t.
“Such a good boy,” he praises, and I whimper with my lips pressed against the inside of his leg. With his other hand, he starts to pump his cock, stroking himself from top to bottom. The head of his cock plays hide and seek, his foreskin engulfing it over and over as he grows more wet with strands of sticky, clear precum.
I breathe faster, digging my fingers into his skin to keep myself still. The smell of sweat and precum and arousal all grow stronger. Barrett groans, a deep, full sound that seems to have a life all its own as it cascades over my prickling skin.
“Please, Daddy,” I plead, my voice shaky with desperation.
Barrett angles his cock toward my face, still stroking as he brings the head to my mouth. I open up, but he doesn’t push inside. He drags it against my lips, painting them with precum, holding onto my hair so tight that my scalp stings in the best way, reminding me that I don’t have to know what to do. All I have to do is let Daddy have his way with me. Boy can I get on board with that plan.
“Stick your tongue out,” he says, and I obey, looking up at him through my eyelashes and quaking with anticipation.
The first touch of his cock against the flat of my tongue has me moaning again and struggling to hold still. Suddenly, not knowing what to do is the last thing on my mind. I’m pretty sure I’ll figure it out, and all I want is to impale myself on his cock, stuffing my throat full of it until I can’t even breathe. Breathing is starting to seem a tad overrated anyhow.
Tangy drops of precum burst against my taste buds as he slowly pushes his cock into my mouth. I vibrate with the effort of holding still. His cock is heavy against my tongue, filling every inch of my mouth but stopping before he hits the back of my throat.
“Fuck, you’re so perfect,” he murmurs, his eyes half-lidded with pleasure as he looks down at me. “Now, where was I?” To my shock, he lets go of the base of his cock and reaches for the tablet again.
I make a noise of protest, unable to ask him if he’s lost his dang mind with my mouth stretched around his cock.
“I’m going to read, and you’re going to stay nice and still with my cock in your mouth like the good boy you are.”
I whine but do as he says. I am a good boy. “Ah, yes, here we are—just when I think I’m going to spill down his throat, Jeremy pulls off my cock with a pop, forcing my impending orgasm to recede. He doesn’t abandon my cock entirely though. His hot, swollen lips press a chaste kiss to the base of my erection, my cock twitching with the innocent eroticism of the act.”
My jaw starts to ache, but I stay still just like he told me. The flavor of his precum grows stronger. I can feel his blood pulsing through the veins in his erection, and I’m tempted to run my tongue along each one. Saliva pools in my mouth, and when I try to swallow it down, I have to tighten my hold on Barrett’s erection, and he lets out a quiet gasp.
“Another kiss, a little farther up my shaft, his lips a little softer and more open. Then another and another, each one becoming less innocent as he works his way painfully slowly up my length. By the time he reaches the head of my cock, I’m shaking and thrusting my hips in earnest. But he doesn’t take me back into his mouth, instead he kisses his way back down and starts the maddening, ball tingling, insanity inducing process all over again.”
As he reads, his breath grows heavier, his cock swelling and twitching against my tongue with each filthy new sentence that falls from his lips.
“Kisses all over my cock, from root to tip. Closed mouth pecks mixed with porn-worthy tongue kisses without any rhyme or reason to the pattern at this point. I try to guess where he’ll kiss next and what kind it will be, but he surprises me over and over, leaving my cock in a state of confused arousal,” The deep gravel of Barrett’s voice gets rougher and rougher, his own hips starting to move slightly, dragging his cock over my tongue. I lose the battle with my saliva, dribbles of it running down my chin as his movements speed up, words still tumbling from his lips as he starts to fuck my mouth.
“By the time Jeremy finally takes my cock back into his mouth, I’m so painfully aroused, I nearly come on the spot. The heat that surrounds me sends waves of electricity through my body. Ugh, fuck.” His cock bumps against the back of my throat, making my eyes water and my throat tighten. But I hold still like a good boy, my whole body aching with the pleasure of being used by Daddy. I am loved and cherished, but in this moment, I’m a fuck toy for him, and dang if that isn’t the hottest thing I never knew existed.
The tablet tumbles out of his hand, his second hand finally joining the first one tangled in my hair. Barrett’s small thrusts become long and fast and deep, and all I can do is hang on. I grind my poor, caged cock desperately against the bed, wondering if I could come without even getting hard. It feels like I could as hot pleasure takes hold in the pit of my
stomach and starts to spread.
Daddy makes deep, growling sounds of pleasure as he fucks my mouth, his muscles tensing and relaxing with each thrust. His cock gets thicker, harder, and he lets out a shout, slamming his hips against my face and burying himself down my throat, his cock pulsing out his orgasm as he shudders and moans.
A pleasured cry tries to escape but is muffled by my full mouth, and the pleasure building deep in my gut explodes. My cock spasms inside the cage, the confinement somehow making the orgasm that washes over me even more intense. I flood the cage, my cum dripping out between the diamond studded metal, my balls pulsing again and again until they’re empty, and my body feels boneless and exhausted.
Daddy’s spent cock falls from my lips, and I collapse with my head against his now sweaty thigh.
He takes a second to catch his breath and then coaxes me to crawl up his body and lay my head on his chest. Barrett gently kisses my tender scalp and whispers again how good and sweet and perfect I am for him, telling me he loves me over and over until we both drift off to sleep.
Barrett
Sterling is adorably sleepy the next morning when I wake him up.
“Rise and shine, Pretty Boy,” I murmur, kissing along his shoulder and then nuzzling his ear.
“No,” he grumbles. “Sleepy.”
“You’re jetlagged,” I say. “Which means you have to get up now, otherwise the next few days will be shot.”
He groans again, burying his face deeper into the pillow. I keep kissing down his body, paying attention to the way his breath speeds up when I dip under the covers. When I reach the plump curve of his ass, I playfully sink my teeth into a nice, fleshy spot, and Sterling squeals, the sound somewhere between laughter and shock.
I chuckle, kissing the spot before flipping the covers back and sitting up. “You’re a mean Daddy,” he accuses, and I laugh again.
I roll him onto his back and climb on top of him, kissing the tip of his nose and grinding my half-hard cock against him. “Do you want to be a good boy?” I ask, dipping my voice low and thrusting against him at the same time, earning a deep blush all over his skin.
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