Page 198 of Daddy's Pride

Chapter Eight

They stumbled over the threshold, Brody barely letting go of him between heated kisses. He clicked the door shut behind him, sealing them off from the outside world.

Josiah’s heart raced, and he parted his lips to welcome another kiss that sent a jolt of electricity through him. Brody’s mouth was insistent, tasting of the red wine they’d shared, intoxicating and bold. Josiah melted into the kiss, lifting his hand to tangle in Brody’s hair, the texture gruff against his fingers. Their breaths mingled.

“You’re so beautiful,” Brody whispered. “So goddamn pretty.”

Josiah felt beautiful, which was a miracle because he’d felt like utter crap the day before. How quickly things had changed.

“Strip for me, baby boy,” Brody ordered. “Let me see all of you.”

The command was firm, steel wrapped in velvet, compelling and irresistible.

A shiver ran down Josiah’s spine, a mix of excitement and nervousness churning in his belly. With shaking fingers, he grasped the hem of his shirt, lifted it over his head, and let it fall to the ground, forgotten. His skin prickled with vulnerability and desire under Brody’s watchful eye.

Strands of hair fell into his eyes as he popped open the button of his jeans and slid the zipper down with a hiss. He pushed the denim over his hips and let it pool around his feet, then stepped out of them with an eagerness that bordered on desperation. His briefs followed quickly.

Oh, wait. Brody wanted him to fold his clothes, and so Josiah did, neatly stacking them.

Then he stood, bared to Brody’s gaze, the cool air caressing his skin, making him acutely aware of every touch, every look. It was as if Brody’s eyes were leaving fire trails wherever they roamed, igniting a wanton need within Josiah that throbbed for attention.

“Good boy,” Brody murmured, and those two words of praise set Josiah alight, craving more of Brody’s control, more of that firm voice guiding him into surrender. He felt seen, not just as the flirty, outgoing persona he presented to the world but also as the man with an intricate tapestry of desires and insecurities lying beneath.

“Undress me, baby boy.”

Josiah’s hands were much steadier now that he got to touch Brody. One by one, he popped open the buttons of his dress shirt. Who knew those formal shirts could be so sexy? Maybe not on most men, but they certainly were on Brody. When his chest hair was revealed, Josiah let out a happy sigh. He ran his hands through it, loving the silkiness.

“Did I say you could touch me like that?” Brody asked, but his eyes were laughing.

Oops. “No, Sir.”

He returned to the job Brody had given him, unbuttoning his shirt and sliding it down his arms. He hadn’t seen Brody naked. Funny, but Josiah hadn’t realized that till now. During their scene with the anal beads, Brody had still been wearing his leather pants. The sight of Brody’s exposed skin—slightly soft around the middle but radiating strength—sent a jolt of raw desire through Josiah.

Brody stepped out of his pants, showing the power in his thighs, the way his frame commanded space. Each scar and line told a story, a history etched into flesh Josiah yearned to read with lips and tongue.

Brody hadn’t been lying about his size. His hard cock was perfectly outlined in his tight black underwear: big and thick. Josiah’s mouth watered. He carefully dragged down the thin fabric, and Brody’s cock slapped against his stomach with a satisfying thwack.

Josiah reached out but then thought better of it. “May I touch you, Sir?”

“Good boy,” Brody praised him.

Jesus, would those words ever stop having such power over him? Would he ever not feel like a fire had been lit inside him when he heard them?

“And yes, you may.”

Josiah went straight for the main prize. He’d explore the rest of Brody’s body another time, but now he wanted to feel that cock. It didn’t quite rival the biggest bead he’d taken, but it came close—and there was a lot more of it. Taking Brody would be a challenge, but he was all too eager to start.

He sank to his knees and wrapped both hands around Brody’s cock, looking up at him through his lashes. They held eye contact as he brought the tip to his mouth and suckled. The intensity in Brody’s eyes turned Josiah’s insides molten, and he became even more desperate to please Brody. He sucked him in and increased the pressure while using his hands to jack him off.

“Mmm, that feels so good, baby boy… like that. Can you take me deeper?”

Josiah would never be able to take all of him—he wasn’t particularly gifted at oral, though he did enjoy it—but he’d damn well try.

“Like that. You’re doing so good for me, baby boy.” Brody gently pushed him back. “That’s enough for now. I don’t want to come too quickly.”

He held out a hand, and Josiah pulled himself up. With a tender gesture, Brody swiped the drool off Josiah’s chin. “You’re very pretty on your knees.”

“Thank you, Sir.”