Chapter 5

Miles rolls the condom onto his cock and slicks it up with plenty of lube. God damn, I'm looking forward to having it inside me.

"On your knees, boy." He rotates his finger, signalling he wants me to face away from him, toward the head of the bed.

I obey, kneeling upright with my back to him. I don't have time to draw breath, let alone think, before he pushes my face and chest against the bed and grasps my wrists against the mattress on either side of my head. Fuck, it's exhilarating. He knocks my knees farther apart and nudges the huge head of his cock against my hole. He leans over my back. His waxed, muscly chest is warm and solid against my spine. He nips my shoulder between his teeth. I exhale sharply. He must be an experienced Daddy. How else would he know exactly how much pressure to apply with his teeth? Enough to smart and get my blood pumping, exactly how I love it.

"I'm going to give you the hardest fucking of your life." His velvety voice purrs, and I shiver.

"Promises, promises, Daddy."

"Do you doubt it, boy?"

"No. But I am looking forward to it."

He bites me again, now on the other shoulder, a little harder this time. I release a rasping mewl.

"Use your safewords if you need to."

"Yes, Daddy."

He licks the spot he just bit, kisses it, and nibbles my earlobe as he tightens his grip on my wrists.

I wriggle my arse and push against the head of his cock. "I'm ready to get fucked now, Daddy."

He chuckles. "Are you sure, boy?"

"Positive, Daddy. Golf."

He rams his entire length inside me. The burn is intense and fantastic. I clutch the sheet beneath me and grit my teeth as I exhale sharply through my nose.

"Fuck." Miles draws the word out to five times its normal length. "You feel so good, boy."

I bark out a laugh. "So do you, Daddy. So thick and long. I don't think I've ever taken anyone as big as you. Your dick is amazing. Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me hard. You promised me the hardest fucking of my life. Don't let me down."

He bites the skin over my shoulder blade. "I won't."

He pushes my wrists against the pillow, lifts his chest off my back, and thrusts. Hard. So fucking hard that each time he drives deep, I gasp in delight. The bed groans, creaks, and bangs against the wall. He pounds my arse fast, his thighs and balls slapping against me. Occasionally, he dips his lips to my back to kiss or bite me, heightening my pleasure. My balls are heavy. My cock is a hard, aching rod, desperate for release.

"Daddy!"

"Safeword," he demands without breaking his pace or stride.

"Golf."

I'm enjoying having my home obliterated by him, and I don't want him to think for a second I'm not. I don't want him to slow down or stop. I want him to fuck my arse this hard and fast until I'm utterly wrecked.

He drives into my arse like a fucking battering ram. I swear he's going to drive the bed through the wall the headboard slams against it so hard. It's a wonder the plaster hasn't cracked.

"I'm going to come, boy."

"Oh, god, me too, Daddy. Me too." As if I've said a magic word, my aching cock jerks. Hot cum splatters over my stomach and the bed.

Miles cries out as his cock throbs inside me, the heat of his release diminished by the condom between us. We collapse to the bed, gasping, panting, sweaty, and shivering.

"Oh, god, Daddy. That was—" I have no words.

"Are you relaxed now, boy?"

I laugh. "Yes. That was exactly what I needed. Thank you."

"You're welcome." He pulls out of my sore arse with a lot more care than he entered me.

He rolls me off the wet patch and into his arms, cradling my back against his heaving chest. He strokes my sweaty hair and kisses my temple as our breathing and heartbeats slow and relax. After a while, he removes the condom, ties it, and slips out from under me to go into an adjoining room. My assumption is it's an en suite. He returns a few moments later with a warm, damp cloth, which he uses to wash the cum and lube from my skin. He returns the cloth to the bathroom and slips back into bed, cuddling me once more.

"Do you want me to go?" I ask.

"Go?"

"I'm supposed to be sleeping on the sofa."

"No. Stay." He holds me tight and kisses me softly.

"Gladly." We've only got this one night, so I'm more than happy to make the most of it by staying in his arms.

* * *

I wake to birds twittering, leaves rustling, and Miles's heartbeat thrumming against my ear. My arse is a little sore, a pleasant reminder of how good last night's sex was.

"Morning, boy."

I smile and stroke his pecs. "How long have you been awake?"

"A while." He kisses my hair.

As content as I am, this can't last. "I suppose I should get up and call for a tow to a garage."

"There's no rush."

My heart flutters. It's nice to know he's not eager to get rid of me. "I promised to give you marketing ideas."

"And I told you that you don't need to."

I snigger. "I need to repay you for giving me the pounding of my life."

"I had fun too."

"Well, I should hope so. But seriously, maybe you could show me around while we wait for a pickup van. It would be easier to develop ideas if I can get a feel for the place."

"I can do that. After breakfast. I'll cook."

"You cook too? Could you be any more perfect?"

"I'm far from perfect, boy."

"Not from where I'm lying. My arse thinks you're pretty perfect too."

"I'm glad you and your arse are enjoying being here." He rolls me onto my back and kisses me deep and hard.

I curl my toes as he pins my wrists against the mattress. Whenever he exerts his strength, I become a heart-pattering, breathless mess.

"I'm going to shower and make breakfast. Doze for as long as you want."

He kisses me so fiercely I swear he's going to leave my lips bruised and swollen. Not that I'm complaining.

I lie with my forearm draped over my forehead as the shower runs in the adjoining room. My heavy eyelids drift open and closed. I can't remember the last time I woke up anywhere so peaceful. My flat is great, but a constant stream of noise from the city below disturbs me. Even at night. Traffic. Neighbours. It's never silent or even halfway to quiet.

Miles returns to the bedroom, naked. The sunlight streaming through the window highlights a few water droplets on his tanned skin. Damn, he's gorgeous. The way his powerful muscles flex as he opens the drawers and gets dressed makes me drool. I can't quite comprehend how getting lost and breaking down ended up with one of the hottest hook-ups I've ever had.

He comes to the bed and gives me another toe-curling kiss, then goes downstairs. I drag myself out of bed and into the shower. By the time I'm done, the delicious scent of bacon and sausage fills the room. Miles has put my rucksack on the bed. I dress quickly and walk to the kitchen.

"Good timing." Miles plates up a full English breakfast.

"It looks and smells amazing."

"It's nothing much."

"Uh-huh. If I were at home, I'd be eating cereal. Or leftover pizza."

He raises one eyebrow. It's a talent I envy. My eyebrows only move as a pair.

"What? Cold pizza is an awesome breakfast."

He grunts and sits at the table.

I push bacon, sausage, beans, and egg onto my fork. I hum as I eat it. "But not as awesome as this. Damn, you cook a better breakfast than most hotels serve." I wince.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I forgot to call the bed and breakfast to let them know I'd been held up. I hope they haven't given my room away."

"Call them after breakfast."

"Good idea. And then I'll call for a tow. Can I ask you something?" Like how can he look so sinfully sexy eating beans and eggs?

"Of course."

"Why the army?"

"I was in the cadets through high school. I enjoyed the regimented way of life, so I enlisted as soon as I was old enough."

When he was sixteen. Wow.

"How long did you serve for?"

"Twenty years."

I widen my eyes. "Did you enjoy it?"

"Every second. Yes, it was hard and often scary but also exhilarating and fulfilling."

I push beans around my plate. Is it okay to ask the question on the tip of my tongue?

"Spit it out, boy."

"Why did you leave?"

Miles uses a slice of toast to mop up the last of the tomato sauce and egg yolk. "I decided I'd pushed my luck enough times, and it was time for a change."

"Do you miss it?"

"Yes. I didn't expect to miss it as much as I do. It's a way of life. I still make my bed and iron my clothes to army standards."

I smirk. "You didn't make your bed this morning, Daddy."

"That's because a beautiful boy was lying in it. I'll make it later."

I bet he will.

"Are you still in touch with any of your colleagues? Is that the right word?"

"Most of my squad mates are still serving. The rest are scattered across the country, so I don't see them often."

"That's a shame." Is he lonely?

"How do you know the phonetic alphabet?" he asks.

"I worked in a call centre for a while, so I had to learn it. Although most of our customers didn't know it. I got to hear some very creative alternatives."

"Such as?"

"Dildo instead of Delta."

He snorts. "You're joking."

"Nope." I cross my finger over my heart.

He takes the plates to the sink. I follow and lean against the counter as he washes up.

"Why do you put up with the way your brother treats you?"

I hunch my shoulders and scuff my foot against the floor. "He's family."

"That's not a good reason."

"Maybe not. I was laid off a year ago. I couldn't find another job and was reduced to taking out a loan to pay my rent. He offered me a job. I'm indebted to him."

"Helping you out doesn't give him the right to take advantage of you."

"I know. I'll look for another job."

Miles gives me a pointed look. Didn't I sound convincing?

I take my phone from my pocket and wave it. "I've got phone calls to make. Don't worry. I'll be out of your way soon." I turn to go.

Miles catches hold of my wrist and pulls me back. "You're not in my way, boy."

My knees turn to jelly. "Good to know." I wave the phone again and go to the lounge.

Calling the bed and breakfast is easy enough. The owner assures me she hasn't given my room away and that it will be ready and waiting when I arrive later today. I'm not so successful in calling for a tow.

"Is something wrong?" Miles asks from the doorway.

"I've tried every garage within a fifteen-mile radius of where my phone's GPS says we are. None of them are answering."

"It's Sunday. They might not be open at all."

I hadn't thought of that. I live in a city where businesses only obey Sunday trading laws because they have to. "Shit. I'll have to pay over the odds for breakdown cover to get picked up today."

"Why?"

"What do you mean, ‘why'?"

He scratches his beard. "You could stay until tomorrow."

"Seriously?"

"Yes. If you want to."

"Miles, I—You've already done so much for me. I can't impose on you any longer."

"You're not an imposition. Besides, I wouldn't have offered if I didn't mean it. Stay another night."

I open and close my mouth. "I don't know what to say."

"Thank you?"

"Yes, of course. Thank you."

"That's settled. I'm going to make the bed."

Is it wrong that I want to follow him so we can make it messy again?

I slip my phone into my pocket and bounce up. "And then will you show me around?"

He smiles. "Whatever you want, boy."