He’s so tight, hot, and responsive, like heaven wrapping around my cock, squeezing me with each thrust as his hard muscles slide against mine, driving me wild.
We are so close, yet I pull him closer still, not wanting an inch between us as we come together, both chasing our pleasure.
“My baby boy,” I whisper into his skin as he whimpers. “My perfect baby boy. That’s it, ride me, use me. Let me feel you come apart for me before I fill your ass. It’s what you need, isn’t it? You want me to fuck you to sleep.”
“Yes, god, yes.” He gasps, his head falling back as he moans loudly and then freezes. He looks at the door and then me, but I don’t stop claiming his pretty ass with my length as his own jerks against his abs.
Pressing my hand across his mouth, I narrow my eyes on him. “Quiet, baby boy. If you wake the grump, you’ll have to take both of us, and I don’t feel like sharing you right now.” Nodding, he picks up his speed. No more words are spoken between us, just roaming hands and the slap of our bodies coming together. I feel my release building, but I hold it back, wanting this to last forever.
“Daddy,” he croaks, and I know he’s close as he buries his head in my shoulder to muffle more sounds.
Gripping his ass, I urge him on, spreading him wider for my invading cock and losing all sense of control as I hammer into him. My other hand slides between us and grips his length.
“Come for me, baby boy,” I command.
His teeth sink into my shoulder to muffle his cry of pleasure as he shudders above me, riding through his release. His swollen cock pulses in my fist, spraying across us both as I pump him dry. My own pleasure slams into me, making me hiss as I bury myself deeper as he whimpers. I grip the back of his head and move, laying him down below me. Grabbing his hands, I tug them up and over his head, interlacing our fingers together as I start to move again. The angle is deeper, and his eyes roll back as I fuck him, pushing my cock as deep as I can until I can’t hold it back. I shatter with a groan, filling his ass with my cum as he whines below me, pushing it as deep as I can. I rain kisses along his face. His eyes are closed, and his lips are tilted in a sleepy smile.
I slowly pull from his ass and watch as my cum drips from him before I gather it and shove it back inside, a possessive urge I can’t deny. “Conan,” he murmurs, but he doesn’t protest, his eyes glinting with happiness as his legs fall open, giving me better access as I shove my cum as deep as I can. When I’m done, I kiss his lips.
“Good boy.”
He shivers at the praise, and I struggle to climb from the bed, my own legs weak, but I make it to the bathroom and grab a washcloth before heading back to my boy, who’s curled up on his side. I wish I had my camera right now. He looks so pretty flushed and well fucked.
One day, I promise myself as I clean him up before returning to the bathroom. After washing myself, I drag him back into my arms, and he cuddles close as I smile and kiss his head. “Now sleep, baby boy. I’ll still be here in the morning. We both will be.”
I know he’s afraid that he’s losing us, I can sense it, but only time will rid him of that, and until then, I have no doubt Noah and I will be here to prove it wrong.
FIFTY-FOUR
“You heard him.” I sigh as Mackie fusses over me as I sit in my office chair. “I can return to work.”
“I also heard him tell you to take it easy,” he snaps, crossing his arms.
“You’re so cute when you’re mad,” I say as I slide my hands around his hips.
“Nope!” He points in my face as he steps back. “You can’t distract me with sex. You can work this morning and that’s it, then you will go home to rest.”
“I’m leaving when you do.” I shrug. “Qualifiers are next week, baby. We need to be ready.”
“And we will, but we can’t do this and be worried about you,” he murmurs softly. “I know you want to keep your condition a secret from the rest of the world.” It’s something we spoke about at length this morning. “I will go along with it, since it’s your life and business, and I agree someone might try something if they know, but that doesn’t mean everything returns to normal. You need to take care of yourself. If you want us to win that title, then we need our manager in the best shape he can be in, which means rest and listening to the doctors and me.”
“Fine,” I relent. “I’ll nap in my office until you’re done, and then we can go home together. Deal?”
“Fine, but I mean it. If I come in here and you’re working, you get no sex for two months,” he warns.
“Two months? I’d die,” I mutter. “Fine, I’ll be good.”
His eyes narrow as he backs out the door, and I can’t help but smile as I watch him go. He missed a few days of training to look after me, but in all honesty, he’s ready. They both are. They are incredible racers. They know the courses and what to do. They are going to win. I’ll make sure of it. I want to see my boy on that podium with Skylar. I want to give him his dream. If that means relenting so he can worry less, then I’ll do as I’m told.
I watch him go, and then I catch up on my emails, which are insane. Who knew there would be so much admin when running a business? Not me. It’s the worst part of my job. All morning, members of my team pop in to see me. The eighth time one of them brings me drinks and food and makes sure I’m okay, I know Mackie sent them. I should be mad, but it’s so cute, I can’t.
Rolling my eyes at the knock on the door, I get up and open it. “I’ve eaten, I’ve had more drinks than I’ve had in my entire life, and I’m fine,” I tell my mechanic, who grins, holding out a plate of fruit.
“For you.”
“For me, huh? When have you ever brought me food?” I ask. “He made you, didn’t he?”
“I’m scared of him more than I’m scared of you,” he says as he shoves the plate at me and runs away.
