Page 82 of Pretty ’n Peak

“I think that’s almost it.” He hunted for the words for this nebulous feeling. “I feel… maybe not like a man or a woman, but I like it when you call me boy?” It came out as a question, but he could scarcely believe he’d said it at all.

“Beautiful boy,” Austin agreed, making his chest swell. “How are you doing right now?”

“Good?” Exhilarated. Horny. And still maybe a little tearful. Because he’d never, never expected to be standing here, feeling sexy and pretty with another man practically drooling over him.

“Come here.”

Mateo’s lips quirked up, because he wasn’t sure he even could come any closer. But that was before Austin ran his hands down each smooth leg, pulling his knees forward until he was kneeling on the couch, legs parted over Austin’s body.

Even in his wildest dreams he’d never imagined sitting on another man’s lap. Austin wasn’t tiny, by any means, but Mateo was still substantially bigger. His weight would crush him.

“Relax, sweet boy,” Austin murmured. “I’ve got you.” Two warm hands adjusted his hips downward until they were nestled together. There was no hiding Austin’s erection, the zipper of his jeans pressing roughly against Mateo’s thin, silky panties.

It felt dirty and decadent.

He pressed forward without meaning to, letting Austin take more of his weight because, well, he didn’t have a choice. Because he was sweet boy and Austin was in charge. Because suddenly he could almost imagine that he was small and delicate, sitting on his Daddy’s lap.

It was so intimate. Close.

He maybe whimpered, too.

“May I touch you?”

“I thought you already were,” Mateo answered honestly.

Austin gave that warm chuckle that always seemed to invite Mateo in instead of pushing him out. Like he thought Mateo’s inane comment was charming.

“What I meant was, can I explore you?”

“Oh, uh, yes please.” Now that they were doing this, he was dying for more.

Austin traced up his sides and across his chest, fingers light as butterflies. Each time he encountered a new texture—the satiny ribbons, the criss-cross ties—he hummed in pleasure and murmured another endearment. Sexy. Delicious. So pretty.

Mateo was already trembling when Austin’s fingers found his nipples through the stretchy lace. His moans became a shout when Austin pinched them hard, the rough fabric bringing him to painful rapture.

Austin continued up, drifting over the straps on his shoulders and placing a gentle kiss on one side. He felt adored. Treasured.

Whole, in a way he’d never imagined feeling.

Austin’s warm hands traveled down his back, then danced over the naked strip of flesh just above his ass. God, if he would just go down a little further...

Mateo must have moved, because Austin chuckled. “Greedy boy.” But his fingers dipped into those silky panties, toying with the waist before grabbing thick handfuls and kneading, pulling him closer.

“Mmmmm…” Austin moaned. “You’re delectable.” His hands moved forward, tracing the V of the panties.

Mateo would have worried about the flesh of his belly hanging over, but by the time he thought of it, Austin was palming the tip of his cock, circling the damp head until he was panting and clinging to Austin’s shoulders.

“What a pretty little cock.”

If anyone else had said that, it would have been rude or maybe even funny. His dick was definitely on the larger side, in both length and girth.

But when Austin said it, it sounded sweet and cute. Like a sort of… cute, feminine type of cock.

He thrust forward, seeking friction.

“What do you need, baby boy?”

“You. Whatever you want.” Truly. He was so overwhelmed, he couldn’t think anyway. And they were words he’d been dying to say. Whatever Austin did would be perfect.