Page 55 of Pretty ’n Peak

Mateo whimpered again. There was no way he was even going to make it to their own scene.

But Austin eased off the touching. The visuals in front of them were more than enough.

The Dom pulled a wide plug from the sub’s ass, after teasing it back and forth a few times, then fucked into the boy hard.

“What are they doing?” Austin asked in a quiet murmur.

He’d asked the same question a few times, and Mateo wasn’t sure how much he just wanted to know what was going on, and how much he liked hearing Mateo describe it.

Mateo bent toward Austin so his words wouldn’t disturb anyone. “They’re having sex.”

Austin raised one eyebrow. “Describe their cocks.”

Oh, fuck. “The Dom is… his cock isn’t that long, but it’s so wide. He’s wearing a condom, but I can still see the veins. They’re like…forked tongues of lightning.” Two bulging lines that glistened each time he withdrew. “He’s so hard. I can’t believe it fits inside.” But it did. Right in front of him. That tiny pink hole stretched impossibly wide. “And the boy is just…”

The boy was in ecstasy. Head thrown back, mouth wide open. He swung a few inches in the air with each thrust.

“His cock is long and slender. Like a willow tree. No, that doesn’t make sense.” Willow trees were wide, fanning out in a circle from the truck. But there was something reminiscent of that grace.

“Keep going,” Austin commanded. “Let me see through your artist’s eyes.”

Yes, that was exactly how he would paint it. Like a willow tree.

“He’s so, so hard. His balls are still tied up, with this beautiful red string, but there’s fluid pearling at the top.” Glistening so close. “Like it was made to be licked up.”

Austin’s mouth was back at his ear. “You’re a little cum slut, aren’t you?”

Mateo didn’t know if that was true. But he nodded anyway. He liked the idea of it. Every part of it.

Austin chuckled. “I’ll keep that in mind. Not here,” he added.

They’d already agreed that their public scene would be non-sexual. Impact play only.

So did that mean… another scene?

Or maybe just sex?

Mateo wasn’t convinced that it could ever be just sex if Austin was calling him a little cum slut.

But God, if that was a possibility, he wanted it. He craved it.

The couple at the front was getting louder, the Dom’s grunts and cries starting to match the urgency of the sub’s. Mateo couldn’t look away.

“Daddy, please!” the sub wailed. “Need you, need you, Daddy, neeeeeed you!”

“That’s right, baby. You going to come for me?”

Their rhythm was interrupted as the Dom untied the string confining the boy’s cock, unwinding it in a few careful movements before dropping it to the floor. He resumed the motions with a rough thrust that had Mateo’s hole clenching and body aching. “Come for me now, boy.”

Every muscle in Mateo’s body tensed as the boy’s back arched, his cum shooting across the room, some of it landing in his hair.

Was it possible to come just from watching someone else come? Mateo was so close he thought he might find out. He pressed a palm to his cock, willing it to ease back.

Austin batted it away. How had he even know? “None of that, boy.”

That Dom-voice against his ear wasn’t helping. Nor the heady feeling that he got when he obediently moved his hand away to clench the side of the chair.

Austin’s hand enfolded his other one. “Are you still ready to go next?”