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“I-I’m not sure?”
I smiled wider, my heart going out to the kid I found myself identifying with—a lot. “How about we just sit on the couch and cuddle a little bit instead? You look like you could use a hug more than anything right now.”
Fuck knew I could.
Rather than leading me into the sitting area at my suggestion, Preston exhaled until his shoulders slumped and walked straight into me, laying his cheek on my shoulder, his nose in my neck.
I wrapped my arms around him as he did the same, and I closed my eyes, soaking in the warmth, the simple affection I hadn’t experienced in far too long. Preston might not be able to offer me what I longed for, but I would earn every dollar he had dished out for gratification.
Silence hovered over the suite, but something about the young man set my frayed inner self at ease, creating a tranquil quietness between us. His hot breath on my neck sent a shiver down my spine, and the slight shift of his hips rubbed his hard-on against me.
At least he found my body arousing—and vice versa. That would hopefully make my job easier.
I slid my hands down over the curve of his ass, pulling him tighter against me. The promise of feeling warm skin and muscle was enough to interest my dick beyond the pill I’d taken to ensure I wouldn’t have any issues in giving Preston what he’d paid for.
He shuddered in a way I recognized, and I set my mind on meeting his needs for the night.
“Let me take care of you?” I murmured before pressing a kiss to his forehead.
Stepping back, he kept his focus on the floor and nodded. He grasped my hand, his palm clammy against mine as he started toward the open double doors, revealing a king-sized bed beyond.
The file from Elite I’d read through—four times in the previous twenty-four hours due to anxiety—assured me that Preston wasn’t a virgin, but I wondered over his experience. His body language screamed careful to a fault, the same sort of inner timidity I’d taken on as a child and hadn’t ever been able to free myself from. But I had fifteen if not twenty years on Preston and had learned to don a mask that hid the many ways I lacked.
I’d expected to lead throughout our time together, but Preston stopped before the bed and began undressing me like a gift he wished to savor. I soaked in the attention, thrilled by his touch. His slow, shaky movements stripped me down to my black boxer briefs, and for those few moments, I gloried in finding satisfaction in a job I’d been unsure of. My chest squeezed even as my heart attempted to burst free from my body.
“Show me what it’s like,” he murmured, finally lifting his focus to my face.
I cupped his smooth-shaven cheek, rubbing my thumb over his plump lower lip.
He sighed and leaned into my hand as though he was as touch starved as I was. We were far from sexually compatible, but I led, offering him everything, as though I was the one on the receiving end.
Gentle kisses while stripping him of his pants and briefs.
Soothing caresses to every inch of his freckled skin I bared from the waist up.
I found his erogenous zones, lingering at the base of his neck with licks and nibbles. He arched beneath me as I loved on his tightly furled nipples, his leaking dick smearing pre-cum on my abs.
His whimpers and pleas to be filled with my dick would have made most gay men impossibly hard, but were it not for that little blue pill, I would have flagged—disappointed the man who’d paid for the use of my body.
A needy boy, Preston soaked up everything I offered, begging for more.
My mouth.
My fingers.
My dick.
I gave him all three, but it was awhile before he was ready for my girth. It took an even longer time for me to breach his ring and finally bottom out inside his tight heat.
He kept his eyes closed while I rearranged his guts, but I didn’t demand he look at me so he knew who owned his ass in that moment. What was the point of getting involved on an emotional level especially when we weren’t really compatible? I had been paid to fuck him, not connect with him.
I couldn’t help but relate though as he grasped at my back with desperate fingers. Wrapped his legs around my waist and begged me for more—harder. Deeper.
I did as told, but it was my mouth offering praise, telling him how well he took every inch of me when my ears burned to hear similar words.
Preston gulped, his eyelids blinking open to meet my gaze. The young man was drunk on lust, panting, his eyes glazed over. His hard cock lay trapped between our bodies, pre-cum a smeared mess on our skin.
“C-Close,” he stuttered before letting out a small, needy whine.
