Page 181 of Daddy's Pride
Brody subtly pressed himself against Josiah, who reached his shoulder. He’d never been with someone that much smaller, but he liked it. Stereotypical as it might sound—and Brody had always tried to buck stereotypes—it reinforced his sense of dominance over Josiah, who plastered himself against Brody. At least he wasn’t without experience, though Brody wondered if the boy had much experience as a sub.
Their dance evolved, growing more intimate with each passing second. Brody led, and Josiah followed—a subtle but undeniable declaration of their dynamic, a dance of promise, a prelude to much more. A thrill surged through Brody’s veins. The club’s pulsating lights painted them in colorful shades as they swayed together, the world narrowing to the shared tempo of their bodies and the silent conversation held in their locked eyes.
“Feels like we’re the only two people here,” Josiah murmured.
A bead of sweat traveled down Josiah’s neck, and the urge to chase it with his tongue was nearly overwhelming. “Is that right?”
Josiah chuckled, a sound that skittered across Brody’s skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. “You make it feel that way.”
Their dance was a seductive tangle, limbs intertwined, hips grinding in a slow, deliberate rhythm. Each motion was a flirtatious tease, and when Josiah slid his hand around Brody’s waist and tugged him closer, Brody could no longer resist the magnetic pull of those full lips.
Capturing Josiah’s mouth with his own felt like staking a claim. He surged into his mouth, unable to hold back, and Josiah opened for him beautifully and eagerly. Their tongues met, but Josiah allowed Brody to take charge and set the pace, and so he did, chasing him, leisurely roaming that sweet mouth.
The kiss was searing and potent, the taste of him better than any high-end whiskey. Brody delved deeper, pulling him impossibly close as if he wanted to crawl inside him. Josiah’s eyes were dark pools of need, and he responded with equal fervor, his fingers digging into Brody’s shoulders, anchoring him in the here and now, where every nerve ending flared alive with want.
“Fuck,” Brody muttered against Josiah’s lips, the word a growl of arousal. They were both hard, the evidence pressed unapologetically between them. “Let’s find somewhere quieter.”
Brody’s hands were steady despite the torrent of lust coursing through him. He led Josiah away from the chaos of the dance floor, craving the intimacy of a private conversation, the chance to discover the man behind the teasing smiles and sensual moves. Oh, he wanted to fuck him and dominate him, but he was strangely curious about who he was too.
They slipped through the crowd, and the noise gradually faded as they found refuge in a dimly lit corner far removed from the thumping music and writhing bodies. The relative silence felt like a sanctuary where the rest of the world couldn’t touch them.
“Better?” Brody brushed a stray lock of hair from Josiah’s forehead, marveling at the softness beneath his fingertips.
“Much.” Josiah leaned into the touch, his expression open and trusting.
Brody sat on a faded bench and tapped his thigh. “Wanna come sit on my lap?”
“Yes, Sir.”
That blush was exquisite. Brody loved it. “You’re gorgeous. Absolutely beautiful.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“You’re new here.”
Josiah nodded. “I’m visiting my best friend, the one I was on the dance floor with. I live in Chicago.”
Damn. That was not what Brody had wanted to hear. “What do you do in life?”
“I’m a designer. I make custom purses and accessories and some clothes as well.”
“A creative. I love that.”
“And you, Sir?”
Brody shook his head, grinning. “Nothing creative, I’m afraid. I’m a financial analyst, and I have a very boring job.”
“So what do you do for fun, Sir?” Josiah trailed a finger down Brody’s bare chest.
Brody caught his hand. “I don’t think I gave you permission to touch me.”
Josiah froze. “Sorry, Sir.”
Brody laughed. “Something tells me you’re not all that sorry. You look like you’re a handful.”
The laugh was wiped off Josiah’s face. Oh, he did not like that comment. Brody would have to figure out why later. For now, he needed to do some damage control. “Good thing I like a challenge.”
“I’mhighmaintenance,” Josiah mumbled.