Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 37317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 187(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 187(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Kevin turned back to Brandon, feeling both ridiculous and sexy sitting there in just his briefs. “What’s he saying?”
“He wants to chat,” Brandon said but before Kevin could have agreed or declined, the phone rang, wiping Kevin’s brain clean of any thoughts.
“What? Oh, my God!” Kevin froze as if he’d become one with the white leather sofa, but Brandon raised his eyebrows and held out the phone, unwilling to do his dirty work.
Now or never.
Taking photos and teasing the stranger had been fun and all, but was Kevin serious about going on a date or having sex with someone who paid for his time?
What was the worst that could happen?
You could be raped and murdered, his mind offered. But when he met Brandon’s lilac eyes, certainty filled his veins with golden heat. He was excited that a man, an older, experienced man, wanted him.
If he went with this, he’d finally get to have sex, experiment with what he wanted from a partner without all the messy feelings attached. For once, he wouldn’t have to worry about his parents somehow finding out what he was doing, and the clear-cut situation gave him a sense of safety.
He grabbed the phone out of Brandon’s hand and clicked on the green button to receive the call.
“Kevin?” Sandro’s voice took Kevin’s breath away. Deep, relaxed, with a hint of an accent, it made his insides warm.
“This is him—I mean...” He cleared his voice. “Yes.”
Brandon watched him like a hawk, making Kevin squirm under the scrutiny even as the stranger continued speaking straight into Kevin’s ear.
“My name’s Sandro, and I really liked your photos, baby boy.” Smooth as honey, the words seemed to caress Kevin skin and go straight to his groin. Brandon sometimes called Kevin a ‘baby’, but never like this. Never with so much… intent.
Kevin swallowed. “I’m happy to hear that, I’ve never done anything like this.”
“So I’ve heard, and I rather like that, Kevin. I like the idea of you being mine only if we decide to meet and end up hitting it off. Does that sound like something you’d like to try?”
Sandro definitely had big hands. Kevin could feel it in his voice. Confidence oozed out of every word he said, yet it was reassuring how he was trying to put Kevin at ease. Which was useful, because Kevin could hardly breathe.
“Y-yes,” he choked out. “I think so.”
“Good. And you really are you a virgin, Kevin?”
Kevin’s heart might have as well have stopped, and all of a sudden the conversation felt too intimate to have in front of Brandon. He got up and rushed to the bathroom, ignoring the laughter following him from the three-seater.
“Sorry, I just—I wanted some privacy,” Kevin said as he shut the door behind him. The bathroom was large, decorated in classy beige tiles with some marble elements. Kevin had suspected it for a long time, but their conversation confirmed that Brandon had a sponsor, or several, and that was how he afforded the kind of luxury Kevin had been jealous of since the day they’d met.
“Good thinking. I’d hate for our conversation to be disturbed.”
“I’m… yes. I’ve never done it.”
“But you want to?” The sound of Sandro’s voice alone was getting Kevin hot. How would it be to actually have this man run his fingers over Kevin’s skin? How would it feel to lie under him? To have his cock—
“Yes,” Kevin whispered. “I want to.”
“And would you allow me to be your first? To drive my cock into that peach of an ass you have?”
Kevin swallowed and clenched his buttocks. He was glad he’d left the living room, because this conversation was making his dick fill. “Yes, please. I mean, I’d need to know the details.”
“The details are that I will pay ten grand for the pleasure, if you agree. If you come over and change your mind, or we don’t click, I will still pay you a grand for the hassle. If you end up liking what we do, and we come to a mutual agreement, we might talk more and decide what happens next. How does that sound?”
“It sure beats flipping burgers.”
Sandro laughed, and his voice got a raspy undertone that made Kevin want to curl up against a warm torso instead of resting his butt against a cold sink.
“You’re cute, Kevin. We will have a great time. I will send you all the details and addresses, but I would like to ask something of you, if you’re adventurous.”
Kevin licked his lips. “Is it about the Daddy thing?”
Sandro purred into the phone, making Kevin’s dick stiffen in attention. “Yes, it is. Has Brandon told you? I love it how that word sounds on your lips.”
“You do, Daddy?” Kevin teased, glancing into the giant mirror by the shower. He could do this. This was fun.
“Makes my cock hard for you already, baby boy. I’d like you to wear something special for our evening together.”