He wrapped his fingers around the base of his dick and shook it at me, and I stared longer than I should’ve. His erection was thick and long, flushed red at the tip with a head that was wider than the shaft. I’d never thought of dicks as beautiful, but his was nicer than Christian’s.
I opened my mouth, but he slapped his length against my right cheek instead. Glaring, I said, “Can we get this over with?”
He laughed and slapped my other cheek with it. “Be a good boy.”
I smiled sweetly. “Go fuck yourself.”
His laughter grew louder, and this time he pressed the head against my lips. I opened my mouth and sucked him in, expecting the experience to be similar to what it was like with Christian. He always started slow and worked his way up to going faster—but not Alton. He fucked deep into my mouth on the first thrust until he hit the back of my throat, and I was choking. His length and width were a difference I felt in every possible way, and I struggled. I clutched at his hips, and he clamped his hands on mine, holding them there as he shoved himself inside. There was no kindness in the way he fucked my mouth, but he had a finesse that Christian didn’t, and my dick throbbed. It was embarrassing how fast I got hard, but here I was on my knees in the shower with a chubby while I took a massive dick.
His fingernails bit into the skin of my hands and he groaned, thrusting deep into my throat before staying there. I battled to breathe, gagging on his thickness. He swelled a bit bigger, obviously about to come. I’d refused to swallow in the past, and I thought about trying to pull away, but this was the man who was going to fuck me for the first time. What was the point of fighting? Warmth slid down my throat, his spunk shooting into me. Filling me.My dick ached and I didn’t even touch myself before I was coming again, my load firing onto the tiled floor of the shower until, once again, my balls were empty. Fuck, I’d never orgasmed so quickly.
When he was obviously done, he pulled out, and I gasped for air. My throat burned.
“You’re such a good little fuckboy,” he murmured. I didn’t have the energy to glare at him. My legs felt like jelly and I didn’t think I would be able to stand.
He shut off the water and hoisted me to my feet, but I shoved him away. Exhausted or not, I wasn’t letting him help me.
Laughing, he held out his hand to me when he stepped from the shower, but I slapped it away.
“I don’t need your help.” I swept past him, forcing my legs to work properly, and grabbed a towel. We both stayed silent as we dried ourselves off, and when he led me into the bedroom, I found some clothes set out for us on the bed. I rolled my eyes. “You have people who get clothes ready for you?”
His smirk was downright annoying. “Sometimes. We bought a closet full of clothes for you, too. That one is yours.” He pointed to the door that had been closed earlier. “It has suits and other clothing. As my husband, you’ll be attending a lot of events. I expect you to be cordial and someone I can be proud of.”
“Whatever.” I went to stride past him, but he grabbed my arm and yanked me back. I fought, but he held on tightly until I was pressed against his chest again, our naked skin touching.
His eyes glimmered with danger and a lump formed in my throat as excitement sparked inside me once more. “The correct answer is ‘yes, husband.’”
I gaped at him, and when his grip tightened, I winced. “Yes, husband.”
“Good boy.” He waved at the massive four-poster bed he’d shown me earlier. “From tomorrow on we’ll be married in every way, Noah. Youaremine.”
I let out a breath and gave him a sarcastic smile. “Yes,husband.”
“You’re a spitfire, aren’t you?” His laughter was growing irritating, and I huffed at him when he finally released me. I shoved him out of the way and went to the bed, grabbing a pair of white-and-blue boxers and a white T-shirt, which were obviously for me. Alton’s clothes were a coordinated outfit that would no doubt look good.
“When is the wedding?” I asked.
“Hm.” He stopped beside me and slid his boxers on but left the shirt off, throwing it toward an ottoman at the end of the bed instead. I stared at his chest, unable to look away. The hair there was as red as on his head, and while there wasn’t an overabundance of it, it was long enough to run my fingers through, and his nipples were bright against his pale skin. “At eleven, by Lake Ontario. A nice little place to get married. Antoine will take you to get your suit early in the morning. We measured your size based on your suits at home, which your father assured me still fit you perfectly.”
I sighed. This was happening. I was getting married. “They do.”
He smiled. If he wasn’t such an asshole, he might have been a really handsome guy. “Good. I can’t wait to make you my husband, Noah.”
I grunted and slid into bed and made sure to turn my back on him. “Whatever.”
He chuckled.
I was fucked, and I had my dad to thank for it.
6
ALTON
Noah was cute.He seemed intent on pouting and being angry, but as he lay on the bed, his eyelids fluttered shut and stayed closed as the tension melted from his body. Maybe he didn’t get off much during the day because of classes? Or maybe he was a man who spent his wad and napped? That was... sweet. I’d never had a live-in partner, so this wasn’t something I was familiar with. As I finished zipping up my jeans and buckled my belt, I paced around the bed to stare down at his face, then smoothed a hand over the front of my long-sleeved black shirt.
Tuckered right out.He didn’t even crack an eye in my direction, though I took no special care to be quiet. He was just as beautiful exhausted as he was fighting furious. I studied him and blew out a long breath. His dark eyelashes curled against his cheeks and I had trouble pulling my attention away from him. Why were his eyelashes so nice to look at? I had no idea, but I also couldn’t stop myself from staring a few minutes longer.
I shouldn’t have done that in the shower. I wanted him, and I felt fucking amazing after coming down his throat, but I didn’t want to scare him off before we got started. Shrugging away the hesitation on my part as unnecessary, since he was going to be mine inevery wayby tomorrow night, I tugged on the hem of my shirt. Hell, maybe I’d fuck him in the car between the ceremony and the reception. He would look pretty with his suit pants around his knees and my cock in his ass.
