Sugar Boss (Sugar Daddies Book 2)

by Charity Parkerson

  Maverick: I need a shower, but I’m free.

  He expected to have to wait until after he was home to see a response to his text since he knew Zander had several meetings today. To his surprise, his phone immediately vibrated with an incoming message.

  Zander: There are showers at my house, and clothes since you let me spoil you.

  Despite being alone, with no one to witness his shame over how much money Zander had spent on him last night, Maverick still groaned.

  Maverick: But there’s no you at your house.

  Zander: That’s not true in the least. My last two meetings are phone conferences. I’m handling those at home. Once those are done, and you’ve enjoyed all my hot water, we’ll be free to do whatever you like.

  Fuck it. Maverick didn’t give two shits what anyone thought. He knew the truth. They were headed to a full-blown future together. Maverick felt it in his bones. This wasn’t some mutual benefit shit. Maverick felt something for Zander. He wanted to spend every free minute with the guy. If that meant showering at the man’s house and wearing clothes he hadn’t paid for, then that’s what he’d do to get five more minutes with Zander.

  Maverick: On my way.

  Zander: I’ll let Pytor know to keep an eye out. BTW, I’ve missed you today.

  Maverick smiled like an idiot as he read Zander’s text. Jesus, he had it bad. The man possessed something no one else did. Maverick couldn’t get enough.

  Maverick: I’ve missed you too. When I get there, I’m getting those missed kisses, and thanking you properly for my card.

  Zander: I can’t wait.

  Neither could Maverick. That’s why he tossed his phone aside and fired his truck to life. He still had lots and lots of things to say, but he wanted to say all of it in person.

  Zander stared at his hands. His final conference call had wound down fifteen minutes ago, but he hadn’t moved. He flattened his palms on the desk. This had been Gio’s desk. Why hadn’t he burned it? Each breath came harder than the last. Zander fucking hated moments like this. They always struck when he least expected, knocking the air from his lungs. He blinked, trying to hold back the tide. If the blackness swept him under, he might not come back this time. Everything felt off. What was he supposed to be doing?

  “Pytor said you were finished for the day. Is it okay if I come in?”

  Zander’s head shot up. Maverick stood in the doorway, wearing nothing except a pair of workout shorts. He looked unsure of his welcome. Light burst through the darkness inside Zander’s head. A smile pulled at his lips. “Of course. I was just about to come looking for you.”

  Maverick crossed the room. While wearing a bright smile, he pulled Zander’s chair away from the desk, and dropped to his knees at Zander’s feet. He wrapped his arms around Zander’s waist, pressed his forehead to Zander’s chest and held on. Zander held him. Maverick had no idea how much Zander needed this. Just this. Someone who cared about him, holding him.

  “You make me weak,” Maverick said almost too quiet to hear.

  A smile touched Zander’s lips. “Funny. You make me strong.”

  Maverick tilted his chin up and met Zander’s stare. “Is it okay if I ask you something?”

  Zander didn’t hesitate. “I’m always at your disposal.”

  “Why do you always have security with you?” Maverick asked, surprising Zander with his odd question. He’d expected almost anything except that. “I mean, you can’t turn around in this town without tripping over someone richer than God, but you’re one of the few with a security team.”

  There was something in Maverick’s tone. Zander tried diffusing it. He flashed Maverick a smile. “You should know by now that Yaro and Pytor or more like family than security. They came with me from Russia. This is their home. This is the only job they’ve ever known. One of the biggest reasons I don’t bother learning to drive is to save Yaro’s pride. He would feel like he had a pity job if I didn’t need him.” Maverick chewed his bottom lip. Zander’s stomach growled. He wanted to kiss away whatever was eating at Maverick. “What is it?”

  Maverick’s lips curved into a sexy smile. “It’s nothing.” The way Maverick’s eyes flashed with mischief had Zander’s stomach muscles clenching. He massaged Zander’s thighs while biting his lip and eyeing Zander like he didn’t know where to start. Zander would take anything Maverick was willing to give him. Even if Maverick only offered a kiss, Zander wanted it. “Goddamn. You make me feel like the luckiest man.”

  Sometimes, Maverick left him speechless. Most people would take one look at Zander and assume he had everything. Having Maverick made him feel as if he’d never had a damn thing before now—like blessings rained down on his head.

  “You could ask for anything right now,” Zander said past his tight throat. Maverick owned him more than the man would ever know. Anything Maverick wanted, it was his.

  “Is that so?” Maverick’s teasing tone had Zander going hard. He popped two buttons loose on Zander’s shirt. “How about this shirt?” Maverick slid two more buttons loose. “Can I have it?”

  “It’s not really your color,” Zander said, trying for a bland tone and hoping to keep Maverick entertained.

  Maverick held his stare as he stole Zander’s shirt. “Then we should get rid of it.” Maverick tossed it aside.

  All Zander could do was hold the arms of the chair in a death grip and stare as Maverick leaned in and licked his stomach. He sucked in a hiss as Maverick’s tongue stroked the skin at the edge of his pants.

  Maverick’s nimble fingers made quick work of Zander’s belt. The button on his pants loosened. Maverick slowly slid his zipper down.

  Zander needed to see Maverick’s eyes. He cupped the man’s chin, leaving him no choice but to look at him. For a moment, the world went still as they stared at each other. Zander had been obsessed with Maverick for so long. It shouldn’t have shocked him how much emotion rose in his chest at that moment, but it did. He cared more about Maverick than he did anyone. His gaze moved over Maverick’s face, taking in the man’s flushed cheeks and labored breaths. He wanted Zander as much as Zander wanted him. It was... moving—like Maverick would’ve chosen him no matter who he was. No one else made him feel that way.

  He couldn’t let Maverick’s expression turn to hate. Zander needed to ensure Maverick never stopped looking at him this way. “Tell me why you’re upset. I can see you trying to make light of whatever is happening inside your head.” It was true. Maverick acted the way Zander did when he needed to hide his fear. As much as he craved everything Maverick promised with his heated stares, Zander needed Maverick’s happiness even more. “You can always talk to me.”

  Maverick stroked Zander’s thighs in a nervous gesture that punched Zander in the chest. “It’s nothing, really.” He licked his lips. “This guy at the gym, he said some shit and got in my head. I shouldn’t have let it bother me.”

  Zander released Maverick’s chin. “If he said you can do better than an old man, he’s right, but I’m not giving you up.” Even though Zander laughed as he made the claim, he didn’t feel it.

  Maverick shook his head and dipped his chin. He swiped his tongue down Zander’s stomach. “Not only are you not old, you’re also twice as hot as anyone my age, so fuck all that noise.” Zander’s laughter turned genuine until Maverick’s next words killed it. “He said I’ll never win another fight without everyone wondering if it’s because of you. If I get any sponsorships, it’ll always be in the back of my mind that I didn’t earn them, and that I should question why you need security. Basically, it was insinuated that you’re not a good person and I’m bought and paid for already.”

  The rage, it was real. Zander wanted to demand this man’s name and have his entire existence scrubbed from the planet. He took a breath, hoping to calm his temper. Zander should’ve expected this sooner. People talked. Right now, Maverick needed reassurance. Not Zander’s temper.

  He pasted on a smile he didn’t feel and stroked Maverick’s face. “Sex
y, you know damn well you’ve earned every good thing coming your way. You had a ninety-five percent win ratio before you ever met me. I’m not the one in that cage winning matches. That’s you. All you. Don’t let anyone steal that from you with their bitterness. As far as sponsors go, you already know how I feel about all that. But you won Green all by yourself. If you want to call Jude right now and accept his offer just to prove to yourself you don’t need me, then do it.” His smile turned genuine as he saw the doubt clear from Maverick’s eyes. “All I want is for you to be happy. Setting you in front of bigger sponsors is not buying you. I can’t force them to offer you lots of money. You have to earn that on your own.” He leaned forward and kissed Maverick’s nose. “I only pressed you to go for bigger fish because I believe in you,” Zander said, touching his forehead to Maverick’s and holding his stare. “You don’t need me at all.”

  Maverick’s arms locked around Zander’s waist. His expression turned devious. “I don’t know about that,” he said, hauling Zander from the chair and falling backward. “I’m feeling pretty damn needy right now.”

  Zander braced his palms on the floor next to Maverick’s head. He lowered his weight until his lips brushed Maverick’s in the lightest kiss. Every day he felt closer to Maverick. He didn’t know how to process how the man made him feel. Neither could he make Maverick understand why everything he did for Zander mattered so much. Instead of trying to find the right words, Zander brushed another light kiss across Maverick’s lips before moving to the man’s jaw, and then his neck. He felt Maverick swallow.

  Maverick cupped his face and held him away. “I never, ever want you to think I’m here for any reason other than I want to be with you. If you ever, for even one minute, think I want a cent of your money, it would kill me. Promise me you don’t believe that.”

  Zander took a deep breath, trying to control the possessiveness rising inside him. Maverick would never understand, Zander didn’t give a fuck if he was there for the money. He could have it all. “I promise.”

  Maverick shoved both hands down the back of Zander’s open pants. He squeezed and massaged Zander’s ass. The need to act overtook Zander. There weren’t powerful enough words to describe the emotions welling inside him. Thankfully, Maverick only wore shorts. Zander tore at them.

  “I need you to fuck me. Hard. Don’t hold back.”

  At Zander’s plea, Maverick went still beneath him. “Are you sure?”

  Was he insane? “Yes. Now.”

  In a flash, Maverick was on his feet with Zander thrown over one shoulder. A moan rose and stuck in his throat over Maverick’s show of strength. The man’s long stride carried them to the bedroom. At the edge of the bed, Maverick set him on his feet and stripped away their clothes. He heard something rip. Zander didn’t give a fuck. His cock leaked at the sound. Maverick was about to give him what he needed. That’s all his body knew. That’s all that mattered. He felt drunk with anticipation.

  Once they were nude, Maverick kissed him deep, stealing Zander’s breath before he found himself bent over the bed with his face buried in the mattress. Cool liquid swiped his asshole. Slick fingers stretched him wide. Zander fought the urge to grind his hips against the bed, taking his pleasure from the mattress. Maverick’s dick replaced his fingers. Zander bit down on the comforter to hold in his cries as the man roughly shoved his way inside. Once fully seated, Maverick changed angles and pounded him. Each stroke was hard and deep. He pulled Zander’s hair, yanking his head back and holding on as he lifted Zander off his feet with each thrust. Zander couldn’t think. All he could do was feel. Maverick hit at the perfect angle, massaging that spot inside him that brought him so much pleasure. Zander tasted blood. Only then did he realize he’d been biting his lip to keep from screaming Maverick’s name.

  Maverick’s teeth sank into his back. “Is this what you wanted? Or do you need more?”

  “Yes.” Dear god. Even Zander didn’t know what he begged for. All he knew was Maverick would give it to him.

  Maverick pulled out, scooped Zander’s feet from the floor, and tossed him onto the bed. He dug through the draw where Zander kept his toys. There was no embarrassment. Only need. Maverick joined him on the bed and shoved his thighs apart. Zander stared at his hard face. A wave of relief washed over him. Maverick understood. He had what Zander needed. This man would never shame him for being twisted. They were the same.

  More lube coated his ass. This time, when Maverick pushed his way inside, he eased in. Zander gasped at the huge intrusion. Maverick’s cock and Zander’s favorite dildo were shoving their way inside. Maverick kept his gaze locked on his hands, concentrating on his task. Zander tasted more blood. He wouldn’t beg.

  “Hurt me.” Fuck. He couldn’t stop.

  Maverick’s gaze shot to his. There was no hiding his desperation. Zander knew Maverick could see it written in his every line. “Fuck your hand,” Maverick ordered, sounding stern. “Do you remember that first blow job you gave me? Do that with your hand? If you come before you’ve built up at least three orgasms, I swear I’ll stop.”

  Zander nodded. He couldn’t let Maverick stop. His fingers encircled his cock. He was already so close to the edge. Obviously satisfied Zander would comply, Maverick pushed Zander’s thighs open even wider. He positioned the dildo deep enough it wouldn’t slip away, held it in place and thrust. The moment Maverick’s hips slapped his ass, Zander almost came. He squeezed his dick, cutting off the first orgasm. The move almost blinded him. He didn’t think he’d ever been so desperate for release, but he didn’t want Maverick to stop. When the insanity passed, Zander started jacking off again. He was a master at giving pleasure. To himself and others. Maverick fucked him hard, filling him to capacity in a painful way that was pleasure. Tomorrow, he’d feel this and think of Maverick. He’d get hot and touch himself. Pressure beat at his crown at the idea of what tomorrow would bring. He’d sneak away, find his toys, and try to recreate what Maverick did for him. Maybe Zander would dig out the rubber ass he owned, lube it, and pretend Maverick let him do the same things to his ass. This time, Zander almost slipped. His need was too great. He choked off the second orgasm. This time, it almost didn’t work. Between Maverick pounding him and the dirty images in his head. Zander was too turned on. It took longer for the storm to pass before he could stroke himself once more.

  “That’s it,” Maverick praised, sounding strained. “Come for me this time. Threaten to break me with your tight asshole clamping down in release. Suck me off with your spasms.”

  Zander tugged and strained. His fist moved faster and faster, pumping him toward oblivion. The sound of skin slapping skin mixed with the perfection of how Maverick fucked him. Tomorrow, he’d see how far Maverick would let him push him. Test the waters. Maybe, tomorrow, he’d be the one fucking Maverick. Ecstasy slammed into Zander, tearing Maverick’s name from his lips. His entire body went into lockdown as wave after wave rocked him, stealing his breath and sight. He couldn’t stop tugging on his cock, reaching for more. It went on and on until Zander was nothing more than sensation. Maverick collapsed, molding against him. Zander fought the urge to scream. His nerves were too sensitive. They felt too perfect. He couldn’t think straight. He pulled at Maverick’s hair, urging the man’s mouth to his. Zander licked and sucked, trying to take everything from him. It wasn’t enough. Zander pulled him closer and sank his teeth into the man’s earlobe. “One day, I’ll fuck you. You’ll let me. It’ll be fucking perfect and you’ll scream my name.”

  “Goddamn,” Maverick whispered sounding winded. “I can’t wait.”

  Maverick awoke on a gasp. Even he didn’t understand what had ripped him from the deepest of sleeps. After the way Zander had worked out his body, he would’ve expected to pass out for days. The bed was empty. The house was dark. Maverick padded from room to empty room, searching for Zander. Each time he came to a closed door, he debated whether he should open it. From what he gathered, Yaro and Pytor lived there as well. The last thing he wanted wa
s to stumble upon either of them in the nude. Maverick didn’t imagine they’d appreciate it.

  With the second floor searched, Maverick hit the stairs and checked the obvious places first. The kitchen and living room were both devoid of life. He passed a hallway and the screech of hardcore metal music floated out. Maverick followed the sound. The hallway opened up into a huge room that made Maverick’s jaw drop. The ceiling was as high as all three floors put together, obviously taking up one entire end of the house. There were climbing rocks, hanging hooks, and water hazards. It was a full-blown ninja training center slash parkour course.

  Music blared from unseen speakers. Pytor stood shirtless with his hands on his hips and staring upward. Once Maverick managed to tear his eyes away from the deep, long scars across Pytor’s back, Maverick followed the man’s gaze to the wall. First, he spotted Zander. Wearing nothing but shorts, not even shoes, he scaled a wall that had water flowing down the side. Each muscle strained, standing out for Maverick’s inspection. Maverick’s mouth watered.

  “Come on, Yaro. You can’t let him win again. This is a matter of pride.”

  At Pytor’s shout, Maverick scanned the wall, finding Yaro nearby, dressed the same as Zander. He looked like a large boulder clinging to an even larger boulder. In an obvious race, he was gaining on Zander.

  Zander glanced over his shoulder. His muscles bunched. That was all the warning Maverick got before he pushed from the wall, leaping toward a row of hanging hooks that led to a second wall. A gasp escaped Maverick as Zander hung mid-air. His first instinct was to catch him, but Zander easily snagged two of the suspended metal hooks. Using only his abs, he swung his body weight forward, finding two more hooks until he was quickly closing the distance between the walls.

  Maverick was transfixed. He knew now where Zander got his amazing body. The strength, agility, and flexibility it took to pull off each move Zander made had Maverick going hard. Zander turned him on in every way. To Maverick’s surprise, as big as Yaro was, he was gaining on Zander. They struggled on the hooks, fighting to stay ahead of each other and to control the best hangers. Zander held his own against the mountain.