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“Even better,” he said, before he kissed me.
I knew this was a bad idea, but I was too helpless to stop it. I had wanted my friend’s dad since I realized I liked guys and I fucking deserved to live a little.
9
VINCENT
This was a bad idea. I knew it was, but try telling that to my body? It wasn’t listening. All it wanted was to fuck Easton into next week and maybe into next month. I had never wanted a man so badly before and all I had to do was scratch that itch, then I would be satisfied.
If Easton was anything like Noemi, I might be fucked even more. Those two had gotten under my skin and as much as I’d like to be mad at it—because I had to be almost fifteen years older—, I couldn’t.
The drive to Genevieve’s place was torture, as was the elevator ride. As soon as those doors opened, I gripped him by the back of the neck and began to kiss him. My impatience was at an all-time high and I knew I was going about this all wrong.
“Fuck,” I said, pulling away. I took a step back looking at Easton with swollen lips and a faint blush to his cheek.
“We should discuss?—”
“Color safe words. I don’t do bodily fluid play unless it’s cum, I don’t play with fire and I’m not a fan of breath play,” he quickly said, interrupting me.
I groaned at his admission.
“Which one is your room?” I undid my bowtie, feeling my body flush with heat and my cock throbbed with excitement.
“Last door to the right,” he said, watching me.
I could feel the tension in the air. We knew this was wrong, but did we care? We did, but not enough to stop. Just one night, that’s all I needed.
“Go to your room, undress and kneel by the door,” I said with authority. “I’ll be right in.”
He studied me. “What would you like to be called? Sir, master… daddy?”
Easton was testing me, and I liked it. I usually preferred my hook-ups to be docile and good at taking instructions. Noemi and Easton were definitely out of my normal.
“Sir is fine,” I said, unbuttoning my jacket, shrugging it off and laying it on the sofa.
“Yes, sir,” he said, with a smirk, walking away.
Once he disappeared down the hallway, I let out the tension I had been holding in. I wasn’t used to this dynamic and I needed another drink before I decided what I wanted to do with Easton. I stayed out here to wait for the food too. Easton let the concierge know we would be expecting food, and I didn’t want to be in the middle of something while our food got here.
Genevieve had a superb bar and I poured myself two fingers of Glenmorangie Signet while I checked emails from my phone. I did the same thing to Easton as I did with Noemi, smiling when I knew she had been furious. I had left her on the floor for too long, but Easton wouldn’t be like that. Genevieve said he was hers for a year, so I knew she had trained him well.
The food took fifteen minutes to show up. I took everything out, wanting to eat, but I decided it would be better to eat afterwards. I filled my glass with a double, and walked towards the room I knew he was in. As soon as I walked in, he was kneeling in a perfect pose. His breathing was normal, he looked calm, and fucking gorgeous.
Easton had always been handsome, but he had filled out. His face now had sharp edges and those gray eyes had always been inquisitive like he knew something you didn’t.
I set my scotch down on the nightstand, taking my cufflinks off. I looked back to see Easton kneeling perfectly still.
“Restraints?” I cuffed my sleeves.
“Closet, bottom drawer, sir,” he said, keeping his eyes down.
I took a drink of the scotch walking towards him with my glass. Lifting his chin up, he looked at me. I leaned down, pressing my lips against his in a soft kiss.
“Open up, pet,” I said before taking a drink. I leaned over, letting some of the scotch into his mouth.
He licked his lips after he swallowed the scotch, with a look that screamed he wanted to cause mischief.
“Stay here,” I said, leaning back up and walking to the closet.
