Page 85 of Pretty ’n Peak

“I’m sorry. I just… I want the one that you want.”

“Sweet little sub.” Austin sounded pleased. “Take out my cock.”

Mateo reached for it. He wanted it more than anything.

But he still paused. “Are you sure? I mean, you said this wouldn’t be sexual for you. And if you’re only doing this for me…”

Austin pressed a finger over his lips. “Limits change and scenes can be renegotiated. As long as there’s clear communication the whole time. Is this something you want, too?”

“Yes, Austin.”

“Condoms?”

“You said you were clean, right? And it’s a low-risk activity?”

“STD-free, not clean. And yes. I’m on PReP and I haven’t been with anyone in a year. But we can still use them. Or I can make sure to spray all of your sexy little outfit instead of down your throat.”

Mateo’s mouth went dry. “Uh, it’s fine. Either. No condom.”

“Good. Then take out my cock.”

Mateo was quivering as he reached for it. He would really get to touch. To make Daddy Austin feel good.

He started with Austin’s belt, the supple leather sliding through the slim metal buckle. Then the button of his jeans, one finger tucked underneath, so close to his warm skin. Then sliding down the zipper so slowly. Savoring.

Austin was wearing tight black briefs. The kind that men wore in magazine ads, without a pocket in front so the smooth fabric showed off the bulge.

Austin was definitely bulging. He could see the ring of his head. The curve to the right. A dark spot of moisture gathered at the tip.

“Pull them down.” Austin lifted his hips an inch, but otherwise did nothing to help.

Trembling, Mateo obeyed. First Austin’s cock popped up, slender and veiny. The exposed head was a flushed pink, eager with a drop of dew. Mateo’s eyes traced down the slim length to Austin’s substantial balls, all a single smooth column nestled in a mat of dark curly hair.

Then he revealed more of Austin’s hips. His hairy thighs.

He paused and waited for instructions.

“This is all I would need to fuck your skull,” Austin commented lightly. “But you’re going to be down there for a while. So I want you to be comfortable. Take everything off.”

God, it was like another present. On top of the ones he was already wearing.

He took off Austin’s shoes. Then his socks. Finally his jeans and underwear.

If he could spend the rest of his life on his knees like this, he probably would.

It was just so… everything.

At some point, Austin tugged his t-shirt over his head and scooted to the front of the couch.

Then, he sat back, arms stretched out to the sides of the couch like he owned the place. Like he owned Mateo.

“Go ahead, pretty baby. Worship me.”

God, he wanted to. He could practically taste it.

But it was like a feast laid out for him when he didn’t have a plate. He didn’t even know where to begin.

“I might not be very good,” he warned.