Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 42829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 214(@200wpm)___ 171(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 214(@200wpm)___ 171(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
“Come on, Little boy. It’s time for you to be in bed.”
Yawning, Mackie didn’t even try to argue. He took Grey’s hand and stumbled down the hall next to him. “That was fun, Daddy. Can we do it again?”
“I think your friends would enjoy that. You were a very good dungeon master,” Grey complimented him, knowing Mackie had been quite nervous about leading the evening’s excursion—especially with a team of novice players.
“They really got into it. It was a good idea to video chat with everyone ahead of time to set up their characters. They really got into their creatures.”
“Says the handsome orc who led the action. I’m not sure you won’t still be green tomorrow at work,” Grey teased as he stopped by the bed to undress the most precious monster ever.
Mack looked concerned for a few seconds and then grinned. “I’ll just convince Armando to turn the lights down lower. No one will be able to tell.”
“That is a perfect plan, Mackie.”
“Daddy? Did you ever make love to an orc?”
“I can’t say that I have,” Grey admitted, liking where this conversation was going. He looked over Mack’s fit body as he revealed it. The younger man was adorable, to say the least, with only the parts of his body exposed by the costume being painted green. “Are you a good orc or an evil foe?”
“Maybe I’m good at being bad.” Mack flexed his arms low in front of him and roared menacingly.
“You are very scary, Mr. Orc. Maybe I don’t want to mess with you.”
Mack leaned close and whispered, “Remember, Daddy, it’s me. Mackie. I’m not really a bad guy.”
“Oh, thank goodness,” Grey whispered back, completely enchanted. He started stripping off his clothes as he stepped out of his shoes.
When he was nude, Grey cleared his throat and declared, “Be gone with you, orc! I will flee into the shower and trust you will not follow me.”
Running, he dashed into the large walk-in shower and hid around the corner after arming himself with the handheld sprayer. Grey heard Mack’s feet thud on the tiled bathroom floor a few seconds later. He put his hand on the shower controls and waited.
A roar filled the shower area as a naked, half-green Mackie appeared at the entrance. Grey flipped the water on and aimed the sprayer at him. A shocked expression appeared on Mackie’s face before he grinned and collapsed to the floor whining, “I’m melting,” as the green makeup washed away.
“Witches melt in water, Mackie. Not orcs,” Grey reminded him with a grin.
“I’m melting because of you, Daddy,” Mack told him, scooting closer.
“Because of me?” Grey repeated, waiting to hear the punchline.
“I love you, Daddy,” Mack whispered, running his hands up Grey’s legs to wrap around his thighs.
Grey’s emotions roller-coastered from laughing to completely smitten. How had he thought he’d enjoyed life before this enchanting man had come into his world? Lowering himself to the floor, he wrapped his arms around Mack and tugged him close.
“I love you, Mackie. More than I ever dreamed was possible.”
Pressing his lips against the younger man’s, Grey tried to kiss him with all the emotion swelling inside him. Mack’s response made his heart skip a beat. This was the real thing.
Lifting his head, Grey said, “I’m not making love to you on the cold shower floor. Let’s get all this green off and I’ll show you how much I care for you.”
Mack nodded eagerly and jumped to his feet, holding out a hand for Grey’s. “You do look good green,” the sassy Little told him.
“You smeared me good, huh?”
“Oh, yeah.”
The two tenderly washed each other, rotating under the spray of the warm water. Each touch and caress led to another, swept along with kisses and hugs interspersed. When the last of the green makeup swirled down the drain, both men were beyond watching.
Grey grabbed a towel from the hook and gently wiped the moisture from Mack’s body before roughly drying himself. Wrapping his arms around Mackie, he walked him backward through the bathroom toward the large bed, kissing him every step of the way. When Mack turned to crawl onto the bed, Grey stopped him.
He yanked the comforter and top sheet downward and pushed Mack backward to sit down. Kneeling between his legs, Grey looked over his Little’s toned runner’s body and appreciated each inch of deliciousness before him. Grey wrapped his hands around Mack’s knees and stroked them along his thighs.
“You’re mine, Mack. I’m never letting you go.”
The shimmer of tears appeared in the younger man’s eyes, revealing the depth of his emotions. Grey knew how much he was feeling. Those feelings welled inside him too—love, desire, hope, friendship, excitement, and hunger. Leaning forward, Grey pressed his lips to Mack’s, increasing the heat of their exchange until each man breathed hard.
He kissed a path down Mack’s sensitive neck and over his shoulder, taking his time. There was no rush now. He planned to enjoy this and make sure Mack did as well.