Intoxicating, page 11
Charlie wasn’t done pleading their case. “You guys spend like ninety percent of your time alone. Graciela isn’t going to tell. I’m certainly not going to tell. Lock the front door. Problem solved.”
This time, when Wyatt looked at him, there was this small flicker of hope, a silent question. Could they? Could they make it work? Linc shook his head. “I only have this job for the next five months, and then I have to go back to Orlando. That’s non-negotiable.”
Charlie wiggled her brows. “Even better. Have a fling. A super hot affair. They write movies about stuff like this. You guys have five months to fuck each other’s brains out. Chances are, by the time those five months are done, you’ll both be ready to say goodbye. I know I usually am.”
“It’s not that simple,” Linc assured her…and himself. It couldn’t be that easy.
Charlie waved off his statement. “Fucking is never simple, but it’s almost always worth it.”
“Still none of your business,” Wyatt groaned.
“Fine, whatever,” she conceded. “Anyway, I stopped by to let you know I’m your plus one for your father’s stupid fundraising dinner tomorrow.”
“You already know about that?” Wyatt asked.
Once more, she scoffed. “Duh, Graciela told Natasha, who told my mom, who told me. So, I came straight away to tell you I’ll be reporting tomorrow night for beard duty.”
“My dad hates you,” Wyatt reminded her.
“Yeah, but he hates that you’re gay more. So, straight son dating the rich daughter of liberal actress trumps gay son who secretly likes to get choked and fucked by his big, beefy bodyguard. He’ll deal.”
Wyatt winced. “Stop saying that.”
“Mm, no. You obviously want to bone each other. I hate subtext and innuendo. Just do it. I’ll be your cover. Tell your dad it will sell the whole straight playboy thing if I’m your fake girlfriend. He’ll be so annoyed by you choosing me, he’ll never even notice you banging Captain America.”
Linc should have shut down the entire conversation. Having Charlie on board was helpful but not foolproof. It was still dangerous. They could still lose everything if anybody found out. Besides, Wyatt wasn’t stable enough for the kind of relationship Linc demanded of the boys he played with. Linc wasn’t sure he was stable enough, either. He always insisted on a layer of protection—no attachments, just scenes and aftercare, and then they went their separate ways. The others had understood the arrangement. But Linc was already too attached to Wyatt. He already cared. He held his tongue, though. He wanted Wyatt, and if Wyatt wanted to take the risk, Linc knew, deep in his gut, he’d never be able to tell him no.
Wyatt watched Linc’s face, so he tried to keep his expression neutral. Wyatt’s disappointment in Linc’s lack of response was obvious. Finally, he said to Charlie, “I can’t ask you to do that.”
She huffed. “Ask? Please, I volunteered. You’re not a true celebrity until you’ve bearded for at least one closet case, anyway. I consider it another box to check on my Road-to-Hollywood checklist. Anyhoo, I’m gonna go try to find an appropriately inappropriate dress for your father’s dinner tomorrow. You guys probably have a lot to talk about.”
And then she left, leaving them on the patio with a mountain of tension between them.
Wyatt’s veins thrummed like somebody had electrified his blood. He didn’t speak. He couldn’t. What the fuck was he even supposed to say? Charlie had pulled the pin on a grenade and tossed it to Wyatt as she walked away. But Linc had to know Wyatt wanted him, wanted this…more than anything. He had to. It was Linc who kept saying it couldn’t work between them, that it was too risky. Wyatt had accepted Linc at his word, but now that Charlie had put the offer on the table between them, Wyatt couldn’t remember ever needing anything more. Five months of Linc as his Daddy was more than he’d ever dared hope for, and if he said no, Wyatt wasn’t sure he’d recover.
“Do you want—” Linc started.
“Yes,” Wyatt interrupted.
Linc tilted his head, narrowing his eyes. “You don’t even know what I was going to say.”
Wyatt’s hands flailed. “Don’t you get it? It doesn’t matter what you were going to say. The answer is yes. Whatever you want…I’ll always say yes.”
Linc closed the distance between them, locking his hands in Wyatt’s hair and crushing their mouths together. He melted into him, tasting the coffee on Linc’s tongue and reveling in the scratch and burn of Linc’s stubble on his tender skin. Linc walked them backward toward the house, never breaking the kiss. When Wyatt stumbled, Linc’s hands hooked under his thighs, lifting him like he weighed nothing. Wyatt’s legs encircled Linc’s waist, their lower bodies aligning in a way that had Wyatt moaning.
When Linc finally tore his mouth away, his gaze bore into Wyatt. “You have to be sure. You don’t really understand how these arrangements work; there are contracts and limits. You’re a virgin, and I’ve never done something like this with somebody inexperienced.”
Wyatt held his gaze. “I’m only a virgin in the technical sense. My hard limits are no humiliation, no water sports, no sharing me with anybody else. My soft limits are what we talked about last night. I want to…bottom…with you, but I don’t know if my body will…” He broke off, looking over Linc’s shoulder, sure it would be a deal-breaker.
Linc dragged his thumb over Wyatt’s lower lip. “Understood.”
Linc dropped them both onto the sofa, bringing Wyatt down to straddle his lap. Linc studied him until Wyatt couldn’t help but ask, “What?”
“You know more about this stuff than I thought.”
Wyatt rolled his eyes with a smile. “I told you you’d make a good Daddy the first night we met. Did you think I hadn’t done my fair share of Googling? Porn’s free now, old man.”
“Is that how you get yourself off at night? Watching Daddies dominate their boys?” Linc rumbled, one hand fisting in Wyatt’s hair, the other yanking him closer until they were flush against each other.
Wyatt couldn’t help but rock himself against Linc’s half-hard cock. Linc slapped his ass hard enough to make him hiss.
“Stop that. We’re talking now,” Linc said even as his rough hands skimmed Wyatt’s torso and chest, his thumbs tracing over Wyatt’s flat nipples. “Daddy asked you a question.”
“Yes, Daddy,” Wyatt said on a moan, arching his back at Linc’s touch, his eyes drifting closed as Linc placed a kiss in the center of his chest.
“Pay attention, sweet boy.”
“I’m trying,” Wyatt whined. How was he supposed to concentrate with Linc’s thumbs tracing the grooves of his hip bones, Linc’s hard cock jutting against his own, and Linc’s tongue teasing over the stiff peak of one nipple? Linc wasn’t playing fair.
Linc’s mouth disappeared, his hands traveling to Wyatt’s ass, squeezing hard enough to make Wyatt yelp. “Eyes on me.” Wyatt cut his eyes to Linc, mouth a sudden desert. He was trying to behave, but there was too much talking. He forced himself to concentrate, watching Linc’s lips as he spoke, afraid to miss even a word. “If we do this, I expect complete obedience. You belong to me in every sense of the word. When we’re alone, I own you; you exist just to please me. If I want you, I take you. You come only when I feel you’ve earned it, and if you disobey me, you will be punished severely. Is that understood?”
If Linc was hoping to scare Wyatt off, he clearly hadn’t been paying attention. Wyatt’s cock throbbed. He wanted to touch himself so badly, but he just nodded. “Yes.”
Linc leaned forward, biting Wyatt’s nipple until he cried out. “Yes, what?”
“Yes, Daddy,” he moaned.
Linc tongued over Wyatt’s tender flesh. “Good boy.” He leaned back. “We use the traffic light system. Green means go. Yellow means pause. Red means everything stops. Understand?”
Wyatt couldn’t ever imagine a world where he’d stop Linc from doing anything he wanted to him.
“Yes, Daddy.”
Linc gripped his chin, forcing him to meet his gaze. “This one’s important. You will not self-harm under any circumstances. That’s my hard limit. No cutting, no drugs, no putting yourself in dangerous situations. Don’t test me on this.”
Wyatt hesitated. He couldn’t promise that. He wouldn’t. When the world got to be too much…it was the only way to quiet the noise. The drinking, the drugs, none of those things mattered. They were a distraction. But the cutting…he couldn’t agree to that. When his thoughts grew toxic, his hatred and panic and self-loathing leaching into his blood until he felt sick and sluggish, there was only one way to let it out, to cleanse himself of the poison. He was safe. He was careful. It was only one little cut. It wasn’t that Wyatt liked it or that he even wanted it. He needed it. Without it, he might die.
There was no way somebody like Linc could ever understand. He possessed a strength Wyatt could only dream of. Linc would leave in five months and be whoever he wished to be, but Wyatt would still be there, being whoever his father demanded. But Linc said it was a hard limit, and Wyatt wanted Linc more than he wanted to tell the truth. He gave a hesitant nod. It’s only five months.
Linc released him. “Say the words.”
Wyatt closed his eyes, burying his face against Linc’s throat. “Yes, Daddy.”
“If I think you can’t handle this or that it’s doing more harm than good, I’ll end it. I won’t be another person who hurts you. Understand?”
Wyatt had never understood the words bittersweet until right then. He pressed a kiss to Linc’s shoulder and then his throat. “Yes, Daddy. Whatever you want. Yes. Can we play now?”
“So impatient,” Linc muttered even as he shifted Wyatt, letting him rut his cock against Linc’s perfect abs. Any friction was good friction. Wyatt had never been more ready to go in his life.
Wyatt moaned. “More, please.”
“What do you want, baby?”
“Whatever you want, Daddy.”
Linc chuckled. “Good answer. Bedroom. Now. I want you naked on the bed before I get in there.”
Wyatt rushed to comply, shucking his shorts halfway to his destination, grateful Linc missed him tripping and face planting into the mattress. Once on the bed, his mind raced with possibilities. He had wanted a Daddy for longer than he could remember, and he’d wanted Linc since the moment they’d met, but never in his wildest dreams had he imagined he could have both. It was overwhelming in the best possible way.
What would Linc want from him? Would he want him to bottom? He said he understood Wyatt’s issue, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t try to get him past it. The thought made him shiver. Linc on top of him, inside of him, taking him and using him up. Jesus. His hand went to his hard and leaking cock, eyes closing as he bit his lip to stave off the noises threatening to spill out.
“Did I say you could touch yourself?”
His eyes flew open. Linc filled his doorway, forearm propped against the frame as he drank his fill of Wyatt’s naked form. He flushed, not sure if it was because Linc caught him touching himself or because Linc watched him do it. He made Wyatt feel like a virgin, despite his many and varied experiences.
“What are you thinking about?”
Wyatt wanted to wrap himself in the warmth of Linc’s raspy tone. “You, Daddy.”
Linc prowled closer, hands slipping into his pockets. Wyatt’s gaze fell to the outline of Linc’s thick cock through the well-worn denim. He bit down on his bottom lip, giving Linc his best ‘fuck me’ eyes, but he didn’t seem in any hurry to undress as he stood at the end of the bed. Wyatt fought the urge to cover himself as Linc’s hungry gaze roamed his flesh, like he had a claim to him. He did have a claim, Wyatt supposed. Linc owned him body and soul…at least, for now. “What about me?”
He’d had all kinds of hookups, always in the dark, usually standing up or crammed into the back seat of somebody’s too small sports car. Nobody had ever seen him naked, never seen him laid out with the sunlight streaming through the blinds, leaving nowhere to hide. It left him shaky and vulnerable. “Thinking about you fucking me, Daddy.”
Linc’s brows flew upward, like Wyatt’s candor surprised him, and a small wet spot formed on the front of his jeans. Wyatt’s belly fluttered at shaking Linc’s control just a little. His triumph was short-lived as Linc hit the bed and crawled closer, his thighs catching under Wyatt’s, forcing his legs wide. He swallowed, captivated by the desire on Linc’s face hovering just above his. “Like this? Is this how you want me to fuck you, baby?”
Linc rocked their bodies together in some filthy pantomime of sex, like Linc was filling him up, driving into him, owning him. Wyatt whimpered, his erection jerking at the thought only to meet the unforgiving metal teeth of Linc’s zipper. He gave a shaky nod, but Linc was no longer looking at his face but at Wyatt’s leaking cock. Why was that so hot?
“Oh, yeah. You do like that, don’t you, dirty boy? I bet I could make you come without even touching you. Hmm? Just my words? My voice? Telling you all the dirty things I’m gonna do to you?”
“Daddy…” It was a plea.
Wyatt wanted to be good, but Linc was killing him. He needed to touch him somewhere, anywhere. Every muscle in Wyatt’s body was on edge. Was he being a tease? Did Linc think he could get Wyatt so hot his body would let go…and give in? Wyatt wanted that more than anything. It would be so much easier if the choice wasn’t his. But if Linc tried and Wyatt couldn’t…
Linc’s mouth grazed Wyatt’s. “Relax. I can hear you thinking from here. We’re not there yet.”
Relief and disappointment warred within him. What if they never got there? The thought of never having Linc inside him was a pit in his belly. So, he pushed it away. “Touch me, Daddy. Please?”
Linc cut his eyes to Wyatt, his expression stern. “Who makes the rules?”
Wyatt shivered. “You do, Daddy.”
Linc’s thumb slipped into Wyatt’s mouth. He sucked it without thought, relishing the roughness against his tongue and the salty tang of his skin. Everything was too much and not enough, and they hadn’t even started yet.
“Who do you belong to?” Linc asked, dragging his thumb across Wyatt’s lower lip.
Wyatt’s insides shook as he managed a breathy, “You, Daddy.”
“I’ll touch you when I’m ready. Right now, I want to look at what’s mine.”
Wyatt dug his nails into his thighs, trying to use the pain to stave off his arousal. Linc’s voice startled him. “Hands on the headboard. If you move them, I’ll tie you to the bed and you will not like what happens after that. Understand?”
As soon as his hands hit the headboard, Linc was on him. There was no rhyme or reason, no rhythm to his assault. Linc would kiss the delicate skin behind his ear, then bite his lobe hard enough to make him whine. He’d dip his tongue into the hollow of Wyatt’s throat only to scrape his teeth across Wyatt’s nipples, leaving Wyatt keening. It was a full-on assault on Wyatt’s senses as Linc touched him everywhere, except where he needed it most.
“Daddy. Oh, God. Please, just…please…please…I need…”
Linc kissed him, fucking his tongue into Wyatt’s mouth. “Shh, baby. Daddy knows what you need.”
Then Linc was no longer above him but between his splayed legs, pushing his knees up to his chest. Wyatt wailed as Linc’s tongue ran along the underside of his cock before sucking the tip between his lips. His hands flailed as pleasure ripped through him, but Linc slapped them back against the headboard. “I’m sorry, Daddy. Please, don’t stop. Please. I’m sorry.”
Linc did stop, though. Wyatt couldn’t help his sob of frustration. Then Linc’s palms were gripping his ass, spreading him.
Wyatt’s eyes flew open, panic seizing his heart. “Wait!”
Linc froze. “Color?”
Wyatt frowned at the word. Color? Color? Color! He didn’t really want Linc to wait. He didn’t know what he wanted. “Gr-green,” he stuttered out. “Green. So green. Green means go. Go!”
Once again, that maddening chuckle, and then Linc’s tongue swept over that tight ring of muscle. Wyatt’s hips jerked upward in surprise. How the fuck did that feel so good? How had he not known that it would? His hands fisted in his own hair and he prayed Linc didn’t care about the headboard anymore because Wyatt needed to hold onto something, even if it was only himself.
Linc’s tongue laved over Wyatt’s hole in broad sweeping strokes and tiny darting movements. If Wyatt still had any sense of reason, the noises pouring from his lips would have humiliated the fuck out of him, but he didn’t care. He didn’t care about anything but Linc’s fingertips digging into his hips hard enough to leave bruises and Linc’s wicked mouth and sinful tongue working against him again and again. “Please, Daddy.”
“Don’t you come until I say.”
Wyatt sobbed, his hands twisting the pillows, his hips working himself against Linc’s perfect fucking tongue. “Please, I can’t.”
“You will.” With those words, Linc sucked Wyatt’s cock into the tight heat of his mouth, and Wyatt couldn’t hold back any longer, coming down Linc’s throat without warning. Waves of ecstasy broke over him until his vision tunneled and he lost himself in a perfect nothingness.
When he opened his eyes, Linc straddled Wyatt’s chest, one hand gripping the headboard and the other fisting his cock. “Open your mouth. I wanna dirty up that angel face.”
Wyatt stuck out his tongue, gaze riveted on Linc as he lost himself in chasing his own pleasure, his mouth slack and body rigid. It was the hottest thing Wyatt had ever witnessed, and if his cock could have rallied, it would have. Linc grunted, his abdominal muscles flexing as he curled forward. Wyatt closed his eyes as the first splashes of cum hit his face and tongue, Linc shuddering above him. Wyatt supposed he should feel dirty but he didn’t. He felt wanted and safe, and he didn’t care if that was wrong or weird.
Linc’s mouth found his in a dirty kiss. “You didn’t wait for permission, bad boy. Now, I have to punish you.”
