Spoiled

by Gianni Holmes

  “Do you like, Daddy?” I asked him, although the look in his eyes gave me his answer. But dammit, I wanted him to confirm it. I wanted him to say out loud how much he wanted me, that he was as desperate for me as I was for him.

  “Turn over,” he said, his voice hoarse. “Let me see your ass.”

  I flipped over, hands outstretched above my head, chest planted against the mattress while raising myself onto my knees with my legs spread as far as the jeans would allow.

  The smug piece of string that ran between my cheeks felt extra sensitive against my hole. Before I’d come over, I’d played with myself with my rabbit vibrator, and my ass was primed and ready to be fucked.

  “Fuck, baby.”

  Callum’s words were a caress over my body. My heart swelled with pride when his hands came down gently on my ass, massaging, rubbing, spreading, pushing the cheeks together. He caught a finger into the string and tugged. I clenched my hole, then relaxed it, and he released the string as if burned. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”

  “Do you still think we should go to dinner first, Daddy?” I couldn’t resist teasing as I threw him a glance over my shoulder. The tortured look on his face took my breath away.

  Callum grabbed me by the waist and lifted me, turning me over onto my back. “Oh, I plan to fill you up, all right,” he murmured, his hot gaze raking over my body. I felt trussed up and desirable under his gaze with my legs restricted by the jeans he’d left around my legs.

  He grabbed the pillows at the top of the bed and stuffed them under my head. Curious as to what he was about to do, I waited while he straddled my shoulders, his cock resting on my chin and vertical to my nose and forehead.

  “Open up, sweet boy.” He held his cock with one hand and smacked me against the lips with it. I loved it so much I didn’t open up right away because I wanted him to slap me some more. Smack. Smack against my cheek, but then his precum hit my lip, and my mouth watered. I couldn’t resist him anymore.

  The moment I opened my mouth, Callum eased his cock in all the way to the back of my throat.

  “That’s it,” he hissed, bracing his hands against the mattress. “That’s a good boy. Daddy is so good to you, isn’t he? He gives you what you want?”

  I nodded, unable to speak with his thick cock bumping the back of my throat. I relaxed my muscles and took him in deeper, pumping my fist in the air mentally when he gasped and his hips jerked back in surprise.

  “Wish I had a camera to take a pic of what you look like right now,” he murmured, hips still, cock down my throat, neither of us moving. “Wish the whole world could see how eager you are to please your Daddy.”

  He pulled back, then pushed forward, moving slowly at first before he picked up the rhythm. With the way the pillows were stacked, my head hung over a bit to make it easy for him to fuck my face. He braced over me, grunting and hissing while I choked and spat up on myself just to please him. The more he gave me, the more I took, my eyes watering until tears spilled down the sides of my face.

  It was all worth it, the way he needed me to make him feel so good.

  With a hoarse cry, Callum wrenched away from me, and I gulped air into my starved lungs. He scrambled into the drawer and returned to the bed, landing beside me with a thud.

  “Jesus. You blow all my good intentions, do you know that, boy?” he murmured just before he kissed me. I moaned, wrapping one arm around his neck. He thrust his tongue into my mouth, running it alongside mine, exploring my lips, my teeth.

  “Please, Daddy,” I moaned when our lips parted. My cock was so tight I felt I was going to burst any minute now. Callum’s desire for me was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen, and I’d fucked around a lot.

  “Please, what? Use your words, boy. What can Daddy do for you?”

  “Fuck me!” I cried out impatiently. “Fill me with your cock, please. I need it.”

  “So horny,” he whispered, jerking me to lie on my side.

  “Only for you, Daddy.” He pulled the string of my thong to one side. “I only want you.”

  He squeezed my ass cheek and sank his teeth into my shoulder gently, then kissed the reddened spot. “Tell me again I’m the only one who can give you this.”

  “Only you, Daddy,” I gasped. His lube-covered fingers rubbed against my hole. “I belong to you. Only you.”

  “Then why have you been playing with my hole, boy?” Callum ground out in my ear. “You think I don’t know you’ve been fucking yourself?”

  His finger slipped inside me, and I moaned, pushing my hips back for more. “I only wanted to be prepared for you, Daddy. I swear, that’s all.”

  He grunted. “Did you ask my permission?” He removed his finger.

  “No,” I whined. “I’m sorry. I should’ve asked. I just missed you so. I couldn’t wait to see you again.”

  “What did you touch yourself with?”

  I licked my dry lips, uncertain whether or not he wanted to hear the truth. His hand landed sharply on my ass, and I cried out.

  “Tell me!” he barked into my ear.

  “A vibrator,” I said softly.

  “Did it feel good?”

  Oh my god, what’s he doing to me?

  “Yes, but not as good as when you’re inside me, Daddy.”

  “Are you lying to me, boy?”

  I shook my head, turning so I could see his face, stare into his eyes. “No, I swear I’m not lying.”

  He leaned forward and captured my lips with his briefly. “I believe you.”

  I sobbed my relief when I heard the tearing of a wrapper. It took him less than a minute to get covered and lubed. Then he was folding me in half, sliding down my body to angle himself perfectly, and thrust into me.

  Magic exploded inside me, blinding me. I didn’t need to see anyway. All I needed was to feel the power behind each of Callum’s thrusts into my body. He pulled out, leaving me empty for a fraction of a second, then pressed back inside my body where he belonged.

  He gave me no chance to catch my breath between his thrusts. Over and over, he raided my body, plundering, pillaging, digging for that gold—his release. My knees pressed up into my chest in a fetal position, the jeans around my legs making it impossible for me to shift around. Held in position, I could only take and feel. Oh, fuck did I feel the way my ass opened up to his powerful pushes, the way he stroked my insides, forging ahead despite the clenching muscles.

  “Oh. Fuck. Me. Daddy,” I cried hoarsely, my throat raw from all my yelling.

  Thankfully, there was no neighbor on the other side to hear my shouts as Callum intensified his movements. My yes yes yes became a ritualistic chant to the gods of pleasure who could ease the pressure building up inside my groin.

  “So fucking tight, boy,” Callum hissed, his hips losing control, pelvis slapping into my ass, the sound filling my ears in a sweet song of lust. My skin grew hot and damp, sweat dripping between us, making us both slippery and slick against each other.

  Callum turned over onto his back, bringing me along with him into his arms, cradling me to him like a baby. He held me crossway his body, kissing me while we both tried to catch our breath. The muscles in his arms bulged with effort when he held me slightly in the air away from his body and started his thrusting motion again. I felt like a rag doll, completely used, ravished, his to do with whatever he pleased.

  “That’s it,” Callum soothed, stroking upward into my body. “You take Daddy’s cock into that tight ass, baby. Does Daddy’s cock make you feel good?”

  “Yes!” I cried, bouncing on and off his cock without having any control over it. “Yes, Daddy! Oh god, you’re so fucking strong.”

  His strength turned me on, the way he was able to hold me perched above his cock in the air and fuck me hard and deep.

  “Oh god, Daddy!”

  My shout filled the room as the muscles in my stomach contracted. My back nearly gave out from the intensity of the emotions that washed through me, shuddering down my spine and spreading throughout my core
before spewing from my cock in rivulets. I temporarily went blind, swirls of colors impairing my vision.

  I didn’t just see stars but the whole damn galaxy. I was wrenched back to earth by Callum’s hoarse shout, my bottom nestling into his pelvis as he ground against me in the throes of his climax. His fingers clamped around my arms, no doubt leaving brutal marks where he gripped me, but as my vision cleared and the look of rapture and wonder on his face came into focus, I exulted. I’d wear his bruises proudly like a badge of honor.

  His.

  Callum rested back against the bed as he lifted me off his cock. He disposed of the condom and then pulled me into the crook of his arms. His heat warmed my back, his arms wrapped around me in a protective embrace. I held it together until his lips pressed against my damp skin, leaving tender kisses in its wake.

  I choked on the first sob, determined to hold it back. It was perfect, and I didn’t want to ruin it, but it was that perfection that filled my eyes with tears. It was that perfect harmony between our bodies that ripped the next sob from my throat. Because I’d ruined that with lies and secrets that I still kept from him.

  Lies I had no idea I’d be willing to reveal.

  Chapter Twenty

  Callum

  Alarm speared through me at Ashton’s sobs. I’d thought the first one was a fluke, but the moment the first one set free, others rapidly followed. He was not just crying silently. He was bawling, heart-wrenching sobs that racked his body against mine.

  Unsure of what I’d done or what had set him off, I pulled him closer into my arms and tried to comfort him as best I could.

  I hated the feeling of helplessness that overcame me. As his Daddy, I was supposed to be in control, but I didn’t feel that way. I had no idea what was going through his head. And god help me if he was crying because I’d been too rough with him while we had sex.

  “Baby, shh, it’s okay.” I laid a hand on his stomach and stroked him gently. “I’m sorry if I hurt you.”

  He shook his head and turned into my arms, burying his face into my neck and clinging to me. He threw a leg over my hip and melted into my body, snuggling as close as he could get. Like he wanted to crawl into my skin. If I could, I would’ve let him if it guaranteed to stop him from crying.

  “N-n-no, you didn’t hurt me,” he choked out, sobbing in my neck. “You didn’t hurt me.”

  I tentatively placed a hand around his back and cupped his ass gently, massaging the round firmness.

  “You’re crying. Don’t tell me I didn’t hurt you.”

  He took a deep, gulping breath, and shudders rolled through him in waves, alarming me. He finally raised his head, his beautiful eyes drowning in tears, and gave me a wobbly smile.

  “Believe me, Daddy, you’re the good in my life right now.” He sighed, resting his head on my chest. “I’m sorry I ruined it by turning into a mess.”

  “No, don’t be sorry. You can talk to me, Ash, and my arms sure as hell are always available if you want to cry. You come to me if you’re feeling overwhelmed. I can’t promise I’ll always know how to make it better, but I’ll hold you through it and remind you that you’re not alone.”

  His lips trembled, and more tears spilled. Shit. My plan to reassure him seemed to have the opposite effect on him. I must’ve groaned my despair because he laughed and tried to brush the tears away.

  “Sorry, that’s just really sweet of you to say.” He sniffled and sighed, his energy sapping as he leaned into me. “This is so much more than I could’ve hoped for.”

  “I should’ve been gentler,” I said gruffly, cringing at how I’d manhandled his smaller frame. Fuck, he’d just felt so good wrapped around me, and I’d lost a bit of control.

  “It was exactly what I needed. I loved every moment of that. Can’t you tell? This is what I’m used to. Being fucked hard and treated like some guy’s slut. It’s what I can relate to.”

  I froze with him in my arms, alarm shooting through me. “That’s what I made you feel?”

  “No, and that’s the scary part.” He brushed the stubble on my chin, gripping me until we were staring at each other. “Yes, you did make me feel like your property to be used—”

  “Dammit, that’s not the way I want you to feel, Ash.”

  He placed a finger over my lips. “No, let me finish. You made me feel used and all sluttish. I don’t mind that. In fact, I loved it, but at the same time, you made me feel like you cared about me. It was there in your eyes, the way you’d stare into mine. It was in the way you kissed me through it all, and even though I felt used, it was okay, because it was you.”

  I shook my head at him, some of the tension leaving my shoulders. “I’m not sure I still completely understand. Of course I care about you. You made it impossible for me not to. Don’t you know how angry it used to make me when you came to the café drunk? I was so upset you weren’t taking care of yourself.”

  “And that’s what makes the difference.” He strained his neck and pressed his lips to my chin, the line of my jaw, down my neck. “I think I can say this because you’ve already guessed it, but I slept around a lot. A whole lot. It would feel good in the moment, but right after, I’d feel like the cheap hooker my mother accuses me of being. With you, I don’t feel that way. I feel…cared for.”

  My brain absorbed so much from what he said, but the thing that stood out the most was his mother’s comment. I’d already reconciled myself to the fact that Ash had slept around, so I didn’t feel jealous. Okay, maybe a pinch, but no way enough to think badly of him.

  “You don’t get along well with your mother, do you?” I stroked his hair from his face.

  He groaned, plucking at my chest hair. “No. Things have always felt a bit off with her, and since the accident, everything is worse.”

  “Accident?” I pried gently.

  He closed his eyes, his long lashes fanning his skin. “The accident that killed my father and brother.”

  “I saw that in the newspaper,” I admitted, not wanting lies to exist between us. “I’m so sorry you lost them both. Were you close?”

  He wrinkled his nose. “My father wasn’t bad at first, but he was very involved in his business. My brother and I were close. He usually bailed me out of trouble. He was their favorite. I often felt like a spare heir for my parents in case something happened to him.”

  “Oh, baby.” I kissed his forehead, wishing I could absorb some of the bitterness from his voice. “What can I do to make it better?”

  “Sex.” He grinned. “Keep up the good work in the sack, and I’ll forget about my crappy childhood.”

  I frowned at him, appreciating his ability to make light of the situation, but the hurt and sadness behind his eyes tore at me. “The hot sex is a guarantee. But it won’t fix you.”

  He sighed, pulling away from me and lying on his back to stare up at the ceiling. “I don’t know what you want me to say. It’s just the way my life is. Maybe I’m unfixable.”

  “That’s a defeatist attitude if I’ve ever heard one.”

  His face fell, his eyelids shutters that hid his emotions from me. “It’s the best I can do right now.”

  I leaned sideways and peered down at him, placing a hand on his tummy just to let him feel my presence. “You have a lot going for you, Ashton Keyes.”

  He popped an eyelid open. “Like what? People think because I have money, I don’t have any problems.”

  “I’m not talking about your money.”

  “Then what?”

  I climbed between his legs and pressed kisses to his tummy. His hand rested on my head, fingers sifting through my hair.

  “You’re in college.” I flicked my tongue into his innie. “You can be whatever you want to be, and I’m going to make sure that you achieve your goals. You may not need my support financially, but I can be there for you in other ways that count.”

  His stomach dipped and rumbled loud enough to interrupt our conversation.

  “I guess this is the point where y
ou feed me.” He laughed. “I haven’t eaten since breakfast.”

  I placed one last kiss on his stomach and got to my feet. “And what did you eat?”

  “A blueberry muffin.” He shrugged at the scowl I gave him. “It was all I wanted at the time before going to class.”

  “Let’s hit the shower, and we can go out to eat.”

  He shifted to a sitting position on the bed. “We can’t eat here?”

  “I don’t think I have enough ingredients to make something half-decent. Come on, if we’re out, you can’t distract me with sex.”

  He laughed, holding his arms out to me. “Wanna bet on it?”

  I groaned, lifting him up and heading for the bathroom with him in my arms. “No bet. Something tells me you don’t give a shit if you get caught in public, and I need to be on the outside to bail you out if you get your fine ass into trouble.”

  Thirty minutes later, I led Ashton from the apartment toward the restaurant on North Pearl Street where we’d dine. Since the restaurant was but a few blocks away, we decided to walk.

  The night was cool, and the journey felt romantic—Ashton’s words. I’d tried not to buy into the whole romance-under-the-stars idea, but he’d worn me down until we were walking up the street. He tucked his slender hand into mine, swinging it forward and back. His happiness radiated from his smile and the spring in his step.

  “Hey, wait!”

  I halted at Ashton’s voice and sudden yank at my hand. What was wrong? Before I knew what was happening, he threw his arms around me and kissed me solid, right there on the sidewalk.

  At first, I stiffened, not used to the public display of affection. Mario had always kept a certain distance between us in public unless he wanted something. I placed a hand on the small of Ashton’s back and brought him even closer to me while we kissed.