Page 15 of Sugar Baby

Their answer is so swift, I’m wondering if they knew what I was going to say. And if that’s the case, that is kind of . . . fun. A giddy thrill runs down my spine at the idea that they might be able to help me figure out what I like, rather than just taking what they want.

SugarBB_Emmy:*Angel face* Am I allowed to ask for more photos of you? Also . . . what do I call you? Are you all Daddy?

Instead of a response, I receive a notification that Brat4Us would like to share a private album. I quickly clickacceptand my mouth drops open.

Holy shit.

Chapter 6

Emery

Cock. Big, thick, hard cock. Times four. And does that one . . .

I pinch my fingers on the screen and pull them apart, zooming in on the picture.

Holy fucking cheeseburgers. That one has a piercing through the slit that comes out on the underside of the crown.

I’m so transfixed by the four cocks, it takes me several long, heavy breaths to realize that they are attached to bodies. Headless torsos again, all missing their shirts again. But this time, the pants are undone enough to allow each man to have his cock and balls out.

As I try to zoom in more, because okay, I’m a little thirsty, I accidentally swipe left. My heart leaps, thinking that I might have accidentally deleted the photo before I was done inspecting it, but no, another image appears on my screen and my chest gets all fluttery.

What the fuck is that feeling?

Ignoring that, I pay attention to the new photo and see it's one of the men. He is reclined back on a dark brown leather couch, shirtless—because why not?—with short blond hair, the front few strands styled to flick up. More than a little light-brown stubble clings to his face. He has the palest blue eyes I’ve ever seen, framed by spiky brown lashes. The smirk on his lips makes him look playful, but the gleam in his eyes makes a shiver run down my spine.

Assuming there are more, I swipe again.

Serious dark brown eyes stare back at me, and somehow, they haven’t lost their depth in the 2D render. Stubble frames the man’s lips and coats his chin, and he has that hollow beneath his cheekbones that draws your eyes to the center of his face, which is basically symmetrical. Thick, dark brows—the same color as his hair, which is long on top and shorter on the sides—frame his eyes.

He seems super relaxed, like he is lying back on a couch.

My eyes narrow.

Dark brown leather couch.

And is that . . .?

That’s a bare shoulder to his right.

I flick back to the previous image and, yep, the skin tone is the same. Tan, like he spends time in the sun but doesn’t live in it.

The second guy is slightly tanner, but not by much.

Okay, so, just because they took these photos when they happened to be sitting next to each other, it doesn’t mean they are sitting next to each other right now.

Also, that first image—

I flick back to the first one, but no, that looks like it was taken at another time. In that one, they’re standing in a line, all with no shirts, flies undone on their pants, one hand pulling down the waistband of their underwear so that it's under their junk. All of them seem to be around the same height, and from what I can tell, they will all be taller than me by several inches.

Assuming neither of the other two have the same skin tone as Daddy number one—totally internally snickering at myself—I can tell that he is not piercing dude and that he has a decent-sized cock, long and curved a little to the side.

Okay, so back to the head shots.

I flick past Daddy one and two, then take a look at three.

My mouth drops open.

Nuh-uh. No way.