14. Brody

Holy shit. Holy fucking shit. Jesus on the cross. Mary at the tomb. Joseph getting cuckolded by God on their honeymoon. Scotty is about to fuck me. His cock is about to be inside me. I can't believe any of this is real. Two months ago, I'd never entertained the thought of jacking another guy off; now Scotty is going to pound my hole, using me for his pleasure.

He pulls my legs up and rests them on his shoulders. I brace, waiting for pain that doesn't come. Instead, I look up and find him kissing my calf. Just the lightest of grazes, really. Barely enough to even register. His eyes are on mine, like he needs me to tell him. Like he needs me to take the lead, even if it's just for a moment. I hold my hand out for him, wanting him to take it and never let it go. When our palms touch, a tear drips down his cheek.

"Fuck me," I say, surprising myself with the words. "I want you to make me yours, Freakshow."

His fear fades, and it's like he's just walked out of a fog, seeing clearly for the first time in his life. He pushes forward, and as it enters, his little cock feels like a mammoth. The pain is undeniable. Unavoidable. Still, I don't say the safeword. I can't. He needs this, and if giving him this part of me will make him happy, then I give it freely. I give it gladly.

I'm fucking proud to take his cock.

"Fuck me," I say again, shifting my position so I can help guide him inside. Every centimeter of his invasion feels like a mile, but I hold on to the look of awe in his eyes. The sense of completion washing over his face. He's staring at me like I'm beautiful. Like I'm the most precious soul in the world.

I don't deserve him.

Scotty is the purest person I've ever met, and the fact he's chosen me to love feels impossible. Illogical. His choice of mates is one that makes no sense whatsoever, but it's his choice to make, and all I can do is give myself to him and pray I can be worthy of his love.

He's inching it in slowly, and I can tell he's holding back to make sure I'm comfortable. I don't want him to go slow. I want him to fucking claim me. To use me and worry about my needs later. This is his moment, and I'm just happy to be along for the ride.

He bites his bottom lip, but he's still moving slowly. Taking his time, despite the urge inside him demanding he plow into me at full speed. He needs guidance, and there's only one word powerful enough to give it to him.

"Freakshow, look at me." I study him, waiting until our eyes meet to say it. "Fuck me, Daddy."

It's like an explosion of starlight spreading through his eyes. Bursts of bright pinks and glimmering golds. His eyes are like an endless supernova, never dimming, never fading. Or maybe I"m just riding a wicked adrenaline high from the feeling of Freakshow's cock entering my hole. He slams his cock inside of me until his pubes tickle my skin. Once he's fully sheathed, he stares down at his hidden cock, his mouth hanging open in disbelief.

"You're inside me," I gasp. "Oh, my God. You're fucking me, baby."

"I'm fucking you," he repeats, his hips still like he's too afraid to move. Strangely enough, he holds his hand up. I'm not sure what the fuck he's doing, but the scowl he's giving me makes me feel all fluttery inside. "High-five me."

"What?"

"I just lost my topping virginity. High-five me."

I laugh until I snort, and then I wince, because the action just pushes him even deeper into my ass. If my baby needs a high-five, he can have as many as he wants. I reach forward and slap his hand. "Look at you, losing your V-card. I'm proud of you, babe. How does it feel? Are you okay?" I reach down and stroke my cock. A pearl of pre-cum escapes on the upstroke, so I wipe the liquid onto my thumb and hold it out for him. It's his. Every drop inside me belongs to him.

"Fuck," he rasps, staring at my wet fingertip.

"Daddy," I whisper. I can see why he likes this. Having someone fuck my ass isn't something I ever expected to be a possibility, much less something I would enjoy, but that's just what I'm doing. Enjoying it. I'm fucking living for it. "Need it. Need your cock." His lips wrap around my thumb and his tongue swirls against the tip. Fuck. I want more. I need more of him. "Daddy, please?"

His head falls back and he lets out a groan, loud enough to shake the world off its axis. Watching as his body trembles in pleasure, I reach for my cock and stroke it quickly. I'm gripping it tighter than I ever have. There's a good chance it'll be chafed in the morning, but right now, I don't give a fuck. Let the motherfucker blister for all I care. Right now, all that matters is matching the tightness he must be feeling inside of me. His voice is high and feminine as he moans for me. I match his moan with one of my own, wanting to encourage him. Wanting to guide him to his relief.

"Daddy," I whine, needing him to take control. "Daddy, please."

His eyes shoot open and he stares down at me, looking more sure of himself than he ever has. I don't even know what I'm begging him for, but he does. Scotty leans forward, holding on to the bed for support as he fucks me faster. I loop my legs around his waist and meet each of his thrusts with a cry.

"I want you to come inside of me. Need it. Fucking need you."

"Yeah?" he grunts, clenching his jaw. "You want me to mark you? Want me to own your hole?"

"Please!" I reach for him, grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him down, slamming our lips together. As our tongues dance against each other, the sounds we make are animalistic. There's no logic here, only primal desire. He's slamming into my hole at a pace I know will leave me aching in the morning. Good. I want it to. I want to feel wrecked. Want him to beat and bruise every inch of me, outside and in.

"That's a good fucking boy, Brody. My good boy. So fucking pretty." He kisses my chin. My cheek. My forehead. His lips explore my skin like he's trying to stake his flag in every pore. "Gonna fuck you like this for the rest of our lives. You know that?"

"Please—"

"Is that what you want? To be my little bottom bitch? Are you Daddy's dirty little faggot?"

Jesus fucking Christ.

Yes.

Always.

"Please," I repeat. God, I need to come. I need to blow this load on his chest and pull him against me. Let it glue us together for the rest of our lives. His hips move faster, and his breathing becomes erratic as his eyes squeeze shut. There are little wrinkles in the corners and his cheeks are going red from exertion.

"I love you," I tell Scotty, needing him to hear it again. He has to know it. I can say the words a million times, and it still won't convey the magnitude of my feelings. There aren't enough words to explain how gone on him I already am. "Do you love me? Scotty, do you?"

He thrusts his hip forward and locks in place as he cries out, "Yes!"

I feel his cock pulsing inside me as rush after rush of warmth fills me up. That's him. That's my Scotty, pouring himself into me. I never want this moment to end. I don't want a single second without him inside me.

His face is flushed, his mouth hanging open. As his orgasm tapers, the gravelly tone of his voice morphs into more of those feminine whimpers I love so much. I'm still stroking my cock furiously, and when his eyes open, he looks at me with enough love in his eyes to take my breath away. How can anyone love me like this? What have I ever done to earn it?

"Daddy," he whispers, and that's all it takes. The dam explodes and my cum coats our chests. Wave after wave paints us both until I'm a wailing, sobbing mess of a man. As my load continues to spray his chest, he reaches up and spreads it across his skin like he's trying to absorb my essence. Once he's lotioned up with my load, he wipes the cum off my chest with his finger and sucks it into his mouth, moaning as the flavor coats his tongue. Then he falls on top of me, cuddling up against my chest, his head over my cum-stained heart.

"Can we stay like this?" he breathes into my chest. "Can we just stay right here for the rest of our lives?"

"Yes." I grip the back of his neck and pull him as close as I can get him. It's not enough. It's never enough with Scotty. He purrs like a kitten under my touch, and I can feel him falling back into his submissive state. But I'm not ready for that yet. I know he needs me to protect him, but right now, I feel so fucking fragile I almost can't breathe. I don't want him to look at me in disgust, and if I say that word again, I know he will. He's not Daddy. I am. It's what he expects from me. But if this experience has taught me anything, sometimes I need to be coddled, too.

As if he can read my mind, he grips me hard around the waist and lowers his voice. "You were so fucking good for me. So perfect."

"I was?" Why can't I believe him? I was right here when it happened, but I still can't believe the words. He deserves so much more than me. Scotty deserves a man who won't drag him down into a dark spiral of chaos. He deserves to live in the light.

Too fucking bad. Now I've had him, and I'll be damned if I let him go. Fuck the light; I'll be all the light he needs. He's mine. End of fucking discussion.

"So good," he says. "Thank you for letting me have this." He lifts his face, and there's a smile so bright—so fucking beautiful—it rips the air out of my lungs. "It was nice to be able to fuck you. I know it isn't what you're into, but it really . . . it meant everything."

Hold the fuck on.

Does he think this was a onetime thing? Because fuck that. I think I'm going to need this every day for the rest of my life. I lean over and reach blindly across the floor, not taking my eyes off him. He's staring at me, looking more confused than I've ever seen him.

"Brody?"

I glare at him, forcing a look of anger that isn't true in the slightest. Finally, I feel it. Pulling my arm back up, I press the gun against the side of his head and sneer. He feigns horror and clutches his cum-covered chest like a sassy little thing.

Fuck, I love him.

"You better listen to me, and you better listen well. You're going to fuck me as often as I want it. If you so much as shake your head when I ask you to rail me, I'll blow a hole in your heart. You understand me, boy?"

I swear to God, he looks like a human-form of the heart-eyed emoji. His lips part into a smile, and then, he says it.

"Promises, promises, Daddy."