Chapter 6

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SKYLAR

SKYLAR WAS dizzy with arousal. His heart slammed against his ribs, and he felt so hot that he was sure he had to be sweating all over. Between his legs, it seemed like every muscle was throbbing and pulsing. Jeebus . Ward just kept getting better. Skylar was almost afraid to see the man naked, certain that he'd faint at the first glimpse and miss out on everything the night had to offer.

He knew he was forgetting himself. This was a job, after all, but with ever passing second, Skylar cared less and less about that. Nothing in the world existed beyond Ward. Skylar inwardly cursed. He wasn't supposed to let himself get lost in a client like this, and that had never been a problem before. Not once. Not even for a second. But now? Something about Ward made him want things he thought he'd never get to have.

Skylar swayed towards Ward's cock again, needing that thing inside him. A drop of precum shone at the tip. Shit . Skylar forced himself to stop.

Ward's thigh muscles tensed under Skylar's hands. When Skylar looked up, he saw the arousal wane on the man's face. “Something wrong?” Ward asked. His expression started to close off. “If you don't want to do this–”

“No!” Skylar gasped. He reached up, clawing at the front of Ward's shirt. “I want this. Fuck, Ward, I want this way more than I should probably even admit to, but—good grief— the way you're making me feel right now! Holy shit.” Skylar paused. “I only hesitated because I'm supposed to make you wear a condom, even for this,” he went on, gesturing between his mouth and Ward's cock, “but I really wish I didn't have to.” Skylar closed his eyes and nuzzled Ward's length. “Fuck. I wish I could take you bare. I really do. And I've never wanted that in my life.”

Except maybe with Charlie . But he couldn't think about Charlie right now. Not without a pang of guilt.

Ward's eyes darkened with arousal again. He frantically patted his pockets, then muttered a curse and stepped aside, snatching up his suit jacket. Ward pulled out his wallet and returned to his spot between Skylar and the bed. He flipped the wallet open, dug out a condom, then froze, his look of arousal waning again as his expression turned guarded.

Shit . Was Ward changing his mind? Could he not go through with fucking a boy after all? Skylar fought to hold back a whimper. He couldn't lose out on this. He couldn't miss a chance to have this man, not when he actually felt turned-on for the first time in his life.

“Ward?” Skylar whispered.

The man glanced down at him, a touch of color rising on his cheeks. “Um.” He shifted his stance and cleared his throat. “Do I…uh…pay you now or…after?”

Oh. “Shit,” Skylar gasped. He'd honestly forgotten all about the money, so caught up in the moment that it actually felt real. Skylar hesitated. He desperately needed every penny he could get his hands on, but when he looked up into Ward's eyes, he knew that a discussion of money was going to absolutely shatter this moment between them. The passion and desperation would all be gone, and Skylar feared they wouldn't be able to get it back. Everything would turn mechanical and deliberate instead. A transaction instead of a need. Skylar couldn't let that happen. Not tonight. Not with Ward. “After,” he lied. Maybe, by then, Ward would forget all about it. Skylar was supposed to collect cash up front, but taking money from this man? No way . The thought alone made Skylar feel suddenly nauseated.

“Okay.” Ward hesitated for a second before he tossed his wallet aside, then he stood there, looking down at the condom, turning it over and over between his fingers.

Damn it . Skylar needed to salvage the situation before Ward actually did change his mind.

“Daddy?” he gasped. He clutched at Ward's shirt and nuzzled the man's cock again, rubbing his face all over it. “Please.”

Ward looked at him, his eyes slowly turning dark. “Fuck,” he whispered. Ward swallowed hard, then held out the condom. “Be a good boy.”

Skylar grinned and took it from him.

“Shit,” Ward gasped.

Skylar stilled, about to rip open the condom wrapper. “What?”

Ward shook his head, and a smile slowly took over his face. “It felt really good to say that. Boy , I mean.”

Skylar grinned all over again. “Yeah? You want your boy, Daddy? I'll be so good for you.” He held Ward's gaze as he tore the wrapper, removed the condom, and held it to the tip of Ward's cock. “I'll be so–” He started to roll the condom on with his right hand. “–very–” Skylar switched hands and rolled the condom a little farther. “–good,” he finished, going back to the right hand to get the condom fully in place. He put his left hand on Ward's thigh, feeling the muscles tremble through the thick fabric of Ward's dress pants. Holding Ward's cock steady, and maintaining eye contact all the while, Skylar closed his lips around the head.

“Fuck,” Ward gasped. Before Skylar could take any more of the man's length, Ward reached down to grab his cock with one hand while the other cupped under Skylar's chin.

Skylar put both hands on Ward's legs, bracing himself. He didn't even care if Ward got rough with him. Hell, he was half expecting it. The big man could easily dominate him, toss him around like a rag doll. Skylar wouldn't mind. However he could get this man, he'd take it.

But all Ward did was slowly inch his way in, giving tiny, smooth thrusts of his hips. Skylar moaned around the man's length. Oh fuck . The gentle, steady rhythm was hypnotic. Slowly in and slowly back out. Skylar trembled. Holy shit . Somehow, the gentle, unhurried pace felt more powerful than if the man had brutalized his throat the way some of his clients did. Skylar felt owned , but in the best of ways.

With his hands pressed to Ward's thighs, Skylar felt every flex and strain of the man's muscles. It wasn't enough. He wanted to feel all that without pants in the way. Skylar whimpered around Ward's cock, clawing at the man's clothes.

“Fuck.” Ward went still, his length halfway into Skylar's mouth. “Don't move.” He let go of his cock and Skylar's chin and reached up to unfasten the buttons on his dress shirt.

Skylar watched, whimpering with impatience when he saw an undershirt appear. He wanted skin, damn it! It took everything he had to sit still and wait as Ward shrugged off the dress shirt, tossed it aside, then reached down to grasp the hem of the undershirt.

But as soon as Ward whipped it off and dropped it, Skylar nearly swallowed his tongue. At least, he would have if it hadn't been weighed down.

Skylar popped off Ward's cock with a choking gasp. “Holy son of a biscuit.” He stared up at Ward with wide eyes. “Are you for real right now?” He reached up to touch Ward's chest, brushing his hands over the smooth skin strained by bulging muscles.

And the man had abs . Actual fucking abs. The full, coveted six-pack and a hint of more. “Criminy,” Skylar breathed. “I'm gonna say it again. If I'm dreaming, don't wake me up.”

Ward's cheeks flushed with color.

Skylar whimpered, tugging desperately at the man's pants. “Please,” he begged.

Ward muttered a curse, then hooked his thumbs inside the waistband of his briefs, shoving everything down in one go.

Skylar choked as Ward kicked his pants out of the way. The man's body was insane. Powerful thighs. Strong calves. Veins bulging in his arms. He truly was a walking wet dream, on top of being polite and gentle. How is this my life right now?

Ward swore under his breath. “Come here,” he gasped. He helped Skylar to stand, then rested his hands lightly on Skylar's hips. “May I?”

“Please,” Skylar begged.

The man let out a low growl, then slowly circled around him. Skylar trembled, feeling like prey being stalked. His chest heaved with anticipation. Ward stopped behind him, brushing feather-light kisses along his shoulder. Skylar shivered with pleasure at the contact. He had to lock his knees to keep them from buckling. Then Ward hooked his thumbs inside Skylar's underwear. Skylar felt the man's warm, panted breaths travel down his back as Ward sank behind him, dragging Skylar's underwear down as he went.

Skylar stepped out of them, then shivered with delight as Ward's fingers traced back up his legs. The man gripped his ass with both hands, muttering curses. Despite his tongue-tied arousal, Skylar managed to get out, “Do you like my ass, Daddy? Do you wanna fuck my tight little hole? Stuff that big cock inside and ram me until you come?”

“ Geez ,” Ward gasped, then swooped in and pressed a desperate, hungry kiss to one cheek. Then the other. And back again. All the while, Ward's hands alternately gripped and smoothed over Skylar's skin, his fingers and mouth consuming every inch of Skylar's ass. “Fuck. Get on the bed.”

Skylar moaned at the deep, needy tone of Ward's voice. He hurried to obey, climbing onto the bed and stretching out on his front, arching his back to tip his ass up like an offering.

Ward followed him, the bed dipping under his weight. Skylar shivered as their legs brushed together, Ward's knees bracketing Skylar's thighs. The man slowly lowered himself to his forearms, leaving bare inches of space between their bodies. His cock hung heavily beneath him, the tip brushing just below Skylar's ass.

“Daddy, please,” Skylar begged. He rocked his hips, desperately humping the bed, trying fruitlessly to push himself back onto Ward's length.

Ward cursed and gripped Skylar's ass again. He kneaded one cheek, then the other, then slid his fingers down between them. Ward rubbed the pad of one finger against Skylar's asshole, only to stop and go utterly still. “Shit,” he whispered, then pulled his hand away. “Damn it. I didn't even think about lube.”

“I have some,” Skylar replied, then rushed to add, “or you can use the other hole.” When Ward didn't immediately respond, Skylar twisted his head around to look back at the man. “Unless you want to avoid that one. I get it. You want a boy tonight and–”

“What do you want?” Ward interrupted him.

Skylar blinked. “Me?”

“Yeah.” Ward paused, his cheeks turning pink again. “I want…Fuck. I need you to enjoy this, too. Is that…I mean…”

Skylar reached back, grabbed Ward's cock, and guided it to his naturally slick hole.

Ward let out a heavy breath, gently pushed Skylar's hand away, and took over, holding his cock steady as he slipped the head inside.

Skylar braced himself. The truth was, sex pretty much always hurt. And even if it didn't, he never enjoyed having someone inside him. Charlie was the one exception to that rule. With him, it felt good enough—mentally more so than physically—that it wasn't a chore, but Skylar still had to fake his orgasms. He couldn't tell Ward any of that, though. Nor could he bear the thought of getting up to retrieve the lube in his bag so Ward could fuck his ass instead. Not now that he finally had the man on top of him, bare skin to bare skin. Even if the sex was painful, he'd take it. He wanted this man. Wanted that intimate connection. Needed it.

Ward pulled back a tiny bit, then pushed in a little deeper. He paused there, muttering a curse, then repeated the motion, pulling back before going deeper still. “ Geez ,” he gasped, the word coming out in a breathless rush.

Skylar tried to twist around to see the man's face. “Ward?”

Ward lowered himself a little more, his forearms bracketing Skylar's head and shoulders, and nuzzled behind Skylar's ear. “Fuck.” His breath sawed in and out of him.

“Daddy?” Skylar whispered.

Ward's cheeks colored as he squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head. He smiled nervously. “I feel like I'm gonna come before I even get inside you.”

“ Oh .” Skylar fought the urge to laugh with relief, not wanting Ward to take it the wrong way. He'd started to worry that maybe Ward had changed his mind and was going to end this whole thing. Skylar tipped his hips up, trying to push himself onto Ward's cock. “Does it feel good, Daddy? Do you like my tight little hole?”

“Fuck, yes,” Ward gasped, pushing in a little deeper.

Skylar moaned, then blinked in surprise. Holy what the…No way. Did that really just happen? “Oh, fuck. Do that again.”

Ward repeated the motion, stopping at the same place, probably only halfway inside him.

Another involuntary moan ripped out of Skylar's throat. “Holy–” he gasped, then had to suck in a ragged breath. “ Jeebus , your cock feels good.” Skylar curled his fists into the bedspread. “More,” he begged. “Daddy, more. Please. Need you deep inside me. Need you to own my body, Daddy.”

Ward muttered another curse, then inched his way deeper. He took his time, going slowly, the languid drag and glide of every thrust just as slow and hypnotic as when the man had been using Skylar's mouth.

Skylar drifted on the pleasure of it. He kept waiting for this big, strong man to pound into him like a possessive caveman, but Ward never did. The man never strayed from his rhythmic pace. Skylar babbled incoherent curses while his heart threatened to beat right out of his chest. Holy shit . He'd never felt so wholly consumed in his life. “Daddy,” Skylar gasped.

Ward stilled. “You okay?” When Skylar didn't immediately respond, Ward asked, “Sky?”

Skylar whimpered. “Jiminy Christmas, I love it when you call me that,” he blurted out.

A smile slowly spread on Ward's face. “Yeah?”

Skylar clawed at the sheets, needing Ward to move again. Just having the man's weight on his body felt incredible, but he desperately needed that maddeningly slow, hypnotic glide of the man's cock inside him. “Do you like fucking your boy, Daddy? Does it feel good? Fuck, Daddy. Own my ass. Please. Fill me up. Stuff me full.”

Ward cursed and started moving again.

Skylar let out a moaning sigh of pleasure. He closed his eyes, losing himself in the gentle rocking of Ward's hips, the smooth glide of the man's cock.

For once in his life, he thought he might actually get to come. But even if he didn't get that far, Skylar didn't care. This whole thing was like a dream.

He never wanted it to end.