Chapter 10

CHAPTER 10

G rey’s equipment was designed to accommodate two people working out at the same time. Each chose their weights to warm up with, then worked together to challenge and support each other. Grey loved the easy banter that developed between them as well as the opportunity to watch the play of muscles in Mack’s body as the younger man moved.

When his muscles felt like noodles, Mack collapsed to the padded mat. “Tell me you’re done. I’m going to have to eat dinner like a dog. I can’t move my arms.”

“Let me run for ten minutes to burn off some calories and I’ll be set. Want to work on abs?” Grey suggested. It was easy to see from the definition on Mack’s stomach he was dedicated to his core muscles.

“Yeah! Take your time.”

Mack grabbed a hefty weight and headed for the incline board. He was in position and defying gravity to reach toward his toes as Grey stepped onto the treadmill to run. Grey tried to focus on the computer display and not pay complete attention to the display of glistening muscles behind him.

The struggle was completely unwinnable. Grey gave up and watched the show reflected in the window before him. The view of the beautiful Little pushing himself to train and refine his already amazing form trumped over the tree line. He doubted the rare view of wildlife would ever captivate him as it had in the past.

When the running program he’d selected slowed and eventually stopped, time had never gone so quickly. Grey stepped off the machine and grabbed a towel to wipe the moisture from his brow. He snagged another and walked to Mack’s side.

“Please, tell me you’re done,” Mack said, flopping back to the slant board. “I couldn’t stop until you did. I may never get up from here.”

“I’m going to spank your bottom hard, Little boy, if you’ve hurt yourself. There’s no ego here in the gym. You work out to when your muscles tell you no more.”

“I’m okay. I always train harder when there is someone else around. If I had this gym to myself, I’d look like a doughboy.” Mack puffed air into his cheeks as if he’d gained fifty pounds.

“And you’d look handsome then as well. Come on. Let me help you up.” Grey stripped the weight out of his hands and returned it to the rack. As he returned, Mack uncurled his feet from the top of the board and glided down the incline like he was sliding. Shaking his head at the Little’s antics, Grey helped him up to his feet.

“Onelia left something yummy for dinner. She said it was your favorite. I’m so hungry now, I could eat a cow,” Mack confessed.

“Shower first. Then, my favorite. I have no idea what that is. I love all her dishes,” Grey confessed as he steered Mack out of the gym and back to the large bedroom and bath. He knelt by Mack’s feet and untied his sneakers.

“Put your hand on my shoulder and lift this foot,” he requested, tapping one toe.

Mack followed his instructions, and Grey removed his socks and shoes. “Do you have slippers?”

“No. I usually go barefoot but…”

Grey filled in the rest when he hesitated. “But you didn’t want to get too comfortable here?”

“I don’t want to overstep. Joanie…”

“Is a bitch.” Grey enjoyed finishing that sentence.

“Daddy! That’s not nice.”

“Go barefoot, Little boy. Whatever makes you happy,” Grey told him as he reached up to hook his fingers into Mack's stretchy waistband and pulling down the young man’s exercise pants and underwear.

His gaze lingered on Mack’s thick cock before making himself focus and dragging the material down to his ankles. Mack automatically braced himself on Grey’s shoulders as he lifted each foot. Grey gathered everything in one arm and stood.

“Can I help you?” Mack asked, reaching out for Grey’s T-shirt.

“I would love that, Mackie. Let me drop this in the laundry basket.”

Mack trailed him to the walk-in closet. Grey stepped out of his sneakers and set the other man’s shoes next to his. He turned to toss the clothes into the open hamper.

Immediately, Mack was there. Allowing his fingers to stroke over Grey’s skin, he lifted Grey’s shirt over his head and threw it without looking. It landed slightly short of the basket. When Mack reached for the drawstring at the waistband of his shorts, Grey clenched his teeth as the young man’s fingers brushed across Grey’s already alert shaft.

A deliberate stroke of Mack’s fingertips followed that first seemingly accidental touch. “Little boy,” Grey warned.

“You’re so hard. I think you like me,” Mack said, peeking up at Grey before focusing once again.

“I know I like you, Mackie. Do you have permission to play with Daddy’s cock?”

“No…” His voice trailed away. His fingers did not.

“Mackie,” Grey warned again.

“Totally worth a spanking,” Mack answered, lifting his gaze to meet Grey’s fully.

Grey just shook his head, trying to keep his expression stern. How could he reply to that?

Mack’s fingers hooked into the waistband of Grey’s shorts and briefs. Slowly, he tugged them over the bulge. Lowering himself as he pushed the material down Grey’s thighs, Mack flicked his tongue over the tip of Grey’s cock as he dropped to his knees.

Grey threaded his fingers through Mack’s messy bun and tugged his head back. “Ask for permission.”

“Daddy? Can I suck your cock?”

His shaft jerked in response, giving its own permission. Grey growled, “Yes.” The deep need in his voice struck him. No one had ever turned him on so much.

Grey forced his fingers to release Mack’s silken hair, pulling the tie away. Mack’s hair cascaded downward, tumbling over Grey’s sensitive erection. The feel branded itself on Grey’s brain.

“Thank you, Daddy,” Mack said politely as he shrugged his hair away from his face and reached up to wrap his fingers around Grey’s shaft.

A groan rumbled from low within his chest as Mack’s mouth engulfed the head. There was no slow buildup—only eager delight. The hand around him squeezed as Mack drew him deep into his mouth. The wet heat felt like heaven.

“Damn, Little boy.”

Mack pulled back, releasing him with an audible pop. “Let me know, Daddy, what you like.”

“Play, Mackie. I’ll guide you,” Grey promised, knowing Mack truly wanted to please him.

Cupping the back of Mack’s head, he fed his cock into the welcoming heat of the young man’s mouth. Grey carefully avoided going too deep—withdrawing and pushing forward slowly. He savored every second. Nothing had ever felt this good.

“Hmmm.”

The vibration of Mack’s hum rumbled around his shaft, making it jerk in response. Grey struggled for control, as if he were completely inexperienced. Gritting his teeth, he held Mack’s head in place until he felt like he wouldn’t empty himself so quickly.

“You are a menace, Mackie.”

A swirl of tongue across the back of his cock made Grey push deeper. He felt resistance and saw Mack’s eyes widen. Immediately, he glided backward.

“You okay, Mackie?”

The young man nodded and lifted his head. “Deeper, Daddy. I want to take all of you.”

“That’s not necessary,” Grey assured him. The combination of Grey’s girth and length had made that impossible for his past lovers. “Just grip the base of my cock. Squeeze hard.”

Mackie followed part of his instructions. The constriction almost made his eyes roll back in his head. Grey loved the feel of firm lips rubbing against him as Mack shook his head, making him focus on the view in front of him. The tangle of hair blocked his view. Grey glanced over to see the mirror over the dresser reflected everything perfectly.

He brushed the long locks away from Mack’s face, holding them in a bunch behind the younger man’s head as wet warmth surrounded his cock. Now he could see clearly. Riveted by the display, Grey watched Mack widen his jaw to take more of the thick shaft. Mack’s left hand held him steady as he slowly took more inside.

Grey battled to keep his eyelids from closing as he savored the sensations. When Mack’s forward progress halted and became small jerks, Grey knew he’d taken all he could. He tightened his hand in Mack’s hair and pulled his head away.

“That’s deep enough, Mackie.”

The grumble around his erection almost made him laugh while it tantalized his sensitive flesh. His Little boy had serious difficulty with knowing his limits. Grey knew how to distract him.

He took control. Holding Mack in place, he thrust into the younger man’s mouth. Grey paused for a moment to let him recognize who now dictated the interaction. Pulling back almost to his lips, Grey plunged back inside. He watched Mack’s expression soften as he relinquished dominance.

“Touch yourself, Mackie. Make yourself come.”

That hand wrapped around his shaft tightened as Grey’s words registered on Mack. Grey watched him shift his hand to move on himself. The slow movements gained speed rapidly.

Matching that energy, Grey quickened his pace. The pleasure of filling Mack’s mouth and throat blended with the delectable view Grey enjoyed. He pulled the silken tresses in his hand, watching the slight pain’s effect on Mack’s face. Desire etched into his expression. Plunging into the velvet heat, Grey kept one part of himself focused on his Little boy, despite the pleasure that captivated him.

When he could feel his balls pulling tightly up to his body, Grey ordered, “Come, Little boy.”

Almost immediately, he felt a groan wrap around his cock. The vibration removed the last of his control and he emptied himself into the heat of Mack’s mouth. Animalistic enjoyment filled his mind as Grey watched Mack swallow.

When his mind could function once again, Grey pulled Mack upward, needing to hold him.

“Wait, Daddy. Step,” Mack requested and freed him from the material still wrapped around his ankles. Grey was astonished to realize he’d totally dismissed that from his mind during the exchange.

After a brief delay, he held Mackie close to his racing heart. Grey buried his face in the crook of his shoulder. He inhaled deeply, memorizing the scent of his Little. His own natural essence mingled with sweat, heat, arousal, and pleasure. He could savor that until the end of time.