Chapter Eight

CHAPTER EIGHT

Rico

“ R ico?”

Instantly, I lifted my head to look at my boy, who had moved from his curled-up position on the couch to sit up. He was twisting the blanket he’d been covered up with in his fingers and was looking at me through nervous, dark eyes.

I didn’t like it when he was nervous. He never had anything to fear from me. Even if he did something wrong, I’d never lash out at him for it. We would discuss it like sensible, reasonable adults.

He wasn’t one of my men. He was my boy. My sweet little pup. He got special treatment, and one day, he’d remember that.

“What’s up, perrito ?” I asked, giving him my undivided attention.

He licked his lips, and my cock threatened to rally. Anurak seriously had no idea the power he wielded just by looking at me. And when he did little things like licking those pretty fucking lips, he could order me to do whatever the fuck he wanted.

I was so gone over him, it was fucking crazy .

“Can we watch a movie?” he tentatively asked. “It’s just, I’m tired of sitting here, and I want to go to the living room, but I don’t want to be by myself, and watching a movie with Bento isn’t the same as watching one with you, and?—”

“ Perrito ,” I gently called. He snapped his mouth shut immediately, looking at me from across my office with those big, dark, soulful eyes. “We can watch a movie. If you want to do something with me, all you have to do is ask. You don’t have to explain yourself, okay?”

He nodded as I pushed back from my desk. After quickly logging off, I stood and walked over to him, holding out my hand. He quickly grasped it and set the blanket aside, standing to his feet. He picked up his phone and shoved it into the pocket of his sweatpants before allowing me to lead him from the room.

“Our room or the living room?” I asked, coming to a stop right outside my office.

Anurak’s eyes lit up. “Our room,” he quickly answered.

I led him toward the stairs, and once we were inside, he quickly let go of my hand and rushed to the bed, jumping into the middle of it. I shut the door behind me and began to toe off my shoes. When I turned back around, his phone was on the charger, his t-shirt and sweatpants were on the floor, and he was snuggled beneath the blankets.

Damn, he moved fast.

“That was quick,” I chuckled, heading toward the bed. “Are we doing boxers only?”

He eagerly nodded his head. Wanting desperately to give him what he wanted, I unbuttoned my shirt and slid it off my shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. His eyes grew heated, darkening until they were black as he watched me undo my belt buckle and drop my slacks. When I slid beneath the covers next to him, he immediately plastered himself to my side, slinging his leg over my thigh and his arm over my abs.

“What are we watching?” I asked him as I grabbed the remote for the TV. I’d purchased the damn thing two nights ago when I realized just how much Anurak loved cuddling and watching movies. I would do anything to make him happy, but I’d do even more to make him want to plaster himself against me like this.

I seriously could not get enough of his neediness.

He shrugged and began to trace his fingertips up and down my side. I shivered, tugging him closer to me. “I picked last time. You pick.”

I hummed and began scrolling through one of the streaming apps I’d subscribed to for him, finally settling on a random cartoon movie. Setting the remote aside, I pulled Anurak closer to me, dropping a kiss to the top of his head. He sank into my hold, resting his head on my chest.

This was life. And every bit of bullshit I’d lived through was worth it to experience this with Anurak.

“Master, please,” Anurak wailed, jerking me out of my sleep. He pushed against me, sobs tearing from his throat. His face was soaked with his tears, snot running from his nose. I quickly sat up and shook him. “M-Master, I’m s-sorry,” he sobbed, tearing my fucking soul apart.

If I could, I’d bring that son of a bitch back from the dead just to kill him again.

“Master, please, I-I didn’t—” His next cry made every part of my soul rage .

“ Perrito !” I shouted when he still didn’t wake up. His eyes snapped open, and then, a soul-shattering wail ripped from his throat, more tears rolling down his pretty face. I clutched him close to me, his knees straddling my thighs, and rocked him side to side, stroking my hands over his hair and down his back as I gently shushed him.

“You’re safe, perrito ,” I murmured. “You’re always safe with me. I won’t ever let anyone fucking hurt you again,” I swore.

He sniffled and leaned back, grasping my face in his smaller hands. His blunt nails raked over my cheeks, and then, he was smashing his mouth to mine. His tears tasted salty on my tongue when he parted his mouth, granting me entrance. I groaned, clutching him closer to me.

“Rico,” he pulled back just enough to look down at me, his chest heaving, “will you…” He drew in a deep breath. “Will you fuck me? Please? I just… I need to for-forget,” he choked out.

I’d never deny him the closeness he craved. Didn’t he know that by now?

“Yes, perrito ,” I murmured, laying him back on the mattress. “Just tell me how you want it. Do you want me to take my time with you and take you apart, or do you just need me inside of you?” If this were literally any other time, I’d take my time with him. Suck his pretty cock. Fuck his tiny little hole with my tongue. I’d worship every bit of his body with my lips and tongue. But he was desperate for closeness, and I wanted to make sure my little puppy got what he needed.

He licked his lips, and fuck, I couldn’t help when I leaned down and traced my own tongue over the path he’d left behind. He whimpered, clawing at my back and spreading his thighs even more than they already were.

“I just need you inside of me,” he whispered, those big, dark eyes locking on mine. “Please.”

“Your wish is my command, perrito ,” I assured him. I eased out of my briefs and tossed them to the floor before I slowly peeled his off, revealing his pretty, flushed, leaking cock and the nest of curls framing the base. After tossing his briefs aside with mine, I leaned in, pressing my nose to the base of his cock and inhaling the scent of him. He made a tiny whining noise that had me leaking onto the sheets.

“You’re so perfect,” I rasped, reaching over into my nightstand drawer to grab the lube stashed there. After squirting some onto my fingers, I pushed his thighs back and circled his rim before pressing in.

The moan he responded with was fucking sinful in the most beautiful way.

I leaned over him and slanted our mouths together. I swallowed every moan, whine, groan, and whimper as I spread him open. I knew he was used to pain—and fuck, did that knowledge make me see red—but I would not rush this part, no matter how badly he wanted me inside of him. I needed to make sure he was stretched enough to take my cock. That when I eased inside his hot, tight body, he’d know nothing but pleasure and satisfaction.

“You ready for me, perrito ?” I murmured, peppering kisses along his jaw.

He nodded. “Please,” he begged. “I need you. I want you. Please put your cock inside of me.”

Jesus Christ . Who knew my boy had such a dirty fucking mouth?

I leaned back on my knees and squeezed some lube onto my cock, smearing it over my length before I pressed forward, pushing against his rim. He breathed out and bore down, accepting me into his body. When I slipped past that first tight ring of muscle, we both moaned.

God, he felt like Heaven wrapped around me.

When I finally bottomed out inside of him, I laid my body over his, giving him the connection he desperately sought. He wound his arms around me and pressed his legs into my sides, tucking his face into the curve of my neck as I fucked in and out of him with slow, sure strokes. With every thrust of my hips, his cock dragged against my belly and my cock pegged his prostate.

Anurak was whining and moaning, his nails biting into my skin as he clung to me. But fuck, when he spilled between us, completely fucking untouched, and cried out my name like he was praying to me , I lost it. I kissed him hard and deep, and with three more strokes, I was filling him up. Breeding him.

Making him mine .

“I love you,” Anurak said in a small voice, looking up at me through glassy eyes. I cupped his cheek, my heart throbbing inside my chest cavity. “I know it’s so early, but I do. I love you.”

I rested my forehead on his, closing my eyes and relishing in this beautiful moment with him. “I love you, too, perrito ,” I rasped. I pressed my lips to his in a kiss that both stoked the flames within us and soothed us all at once. “You’re my entire fucking world.”