Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 58397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
As he straightened up, pants in his hands, he stood there and didn’t know what to do. The trembling was back, and I soaked it up. He’d sunk back into that vulnerable state that drove me fucking wild.
“Put on your pants, my pretty doll,” I murmured in his ear. “Daddy’s going to play with you so much during this trip.”
He made a low hnngh sound, as if he was swallowing a moan.
A plan formed in my head while I traced a finger in the crease between his ass cheeks. The briefs wouldn’t be in the way next time I touched him there. But first, I was going to offer a false sense of security. As per our agreement, I was to apply sunscreen to him while we were in the Caribbean, and it would be so fun to give him a rug to stand on before I ripped it away. For example, by using the sunscreen spray I used for myself. A couple times, perhaps. I’d barely touch him.
How would that compare to what he anticipated? He’d seen me pack the sunscreen lotion at home already. He knew it was coming.
He just didn’t know when.
“Fuck,” I muttered and peered down. “Now you made me all hard.”
Peyton failed to be discreet. He looked behind him quickly while he zipped up his pants.
“You can get dressed while I shower instead. Drop your pants again.” I went over to my closet and grabbed my second toiletry kit. “Come with me to the bathroom for a minute.”
That seemed to spike his nerves, and he followed me with anxiousness rolling off his shoulders. “Wh-what’re you gonna do to me?”
I hid my smirk. Truth be told, with the number of fantasies I’d buried over the years, combined with how new to this Peyton was, it didn’t take more than a fraction of a second to pick something that would push him out of his comfort zone, as he’d called it himself. And it was exactly where I wanted him.
“I’m not going to do anything to you.” I sent him a frown of confusion, as if I found his question odd. “I just thought you could help me shave.”
“O-oh,” he stuttered.
Once in the bathroom, I set my toiletry kit next to my other one. “I told you to take off your pants again,” I reminded.
“Fuck. Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.”
I made sure to lock the door before I walked back to the counter again. Over the sink, I washed my face and took out my razor and shaving gel. By then, Peyton was standing there in just his briefs. They were white today. I preferred gray, only because they stained easier.
“Hop up here.” I patted the counter next to the sink. “I trust you know how to shave.”
“Yes, sir, but I’ve never done it to someone else,” he replied hesitantly. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“That’s sweet, little one,” I murmured and touched his cheek, “but I’m not worried.”
Considering what I was about to do, it would be weird if I didn’t get nicked once or twice.
I watched him get into position and soak a hand towel in warm water, and he left the water running. In the meantime, I rubbed my cock absently, certain it wouldn’t take many seconds before I was rock solid again.
The faint splash of pink over his cheeks let me know he kept me in his periphery.
When he was ready, I moved closer and slipped my hands around his knees, to the undersides of them, and parted his legs enough for me to step between. Goose bumps rose across his shoulders and chest. His nipples constricted.
“Shave me, pet.”
He took a breath and nodded, reaching for the shaving gel.
I stepped even closer.
It was perfect. I was going to watch his face. Watch his reactions to my touches.
Peyton seemed to struggle with putting all his focus on his task. He tried to concentrate. With a smooth and gentle hand, he applied the gel over my jaw, my cheeks, my chin, and a couple inches down my neck. I enjoyed the touch more than I’d anticipated. Having his hands on me was a gift.
Even so, he couldn’t stop his reactions to what I did. When I rubbed his thighs, dangerously close to his crotch, he swallowed hard and squirmed. When I slid my hands up his abs, he shivered. When I reached his chest, he almost closed his eyes.
I plucked at his nipples, twisting them carefully to test his threshold.
“Your stubble grows fast,” he murmured breathily. “It’s so raspy.”
“Mm. I’ve heard it feels nice to have between your legs.”
“Oh.” He swallowed, and a crease formed between his brows. Maybe he was concentrating again. It was time to use the razor, and he did the first pass over my jaw very slowly. “Other men have told you that,” he stated quietly. “Others you’ve been with.”