Page 64 of Beautiful Chaos
“My black-eyed fuck boy,” I rumble, ruffling his wet hair.
He smiles around my dick. A light suck. The very lightest.
I let him get away with it.
The low-level arousal chases away the stress of the day, the danger of an Apex predator gently sucking on me enough to keep me half plumped. I bring my fingers to my nipples, pinching. Stretching. No agenda, just…light pleasure.
His eyes capture and chase every detail.
He shifts, and out of the corner of my eye, I catch his hard, throbbing cock.
He knows not to touch it until I tell him to.
How lovely.
I take out the shampoo and wash his hair, careful not to get soap around his eyes or mouth. I wash my hair and beard. Rinse and turn off the water.
I cup the back of his head. “Thank you.”
He pulls away, mouth shiny and red, puffy.
“Let’s take a nap?”
He looks down at his bobbing dick and back up at me.
“Nap first,” I repeat.
His black eyes flatten, become matte.
So perfect.
Yes, I think to myself.Yes, I think I might enjoy the responsibility of dominating a monster.
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SILAS
“You do understandthat all my drives are heightened?” I say as I pull the fresh sheet over the bed. “That my refractory period is basically a blink and a smile?”
Oakley made me change the sheets while naked and hasn’t touched me this entire time.
“Your hole is still recovering,” he notes.
Sweet, but inaccurate.
I flop face down on the bed and reach back, spreading my cheeks. “I also physically recover faster than most people.”
Not as fast as Edison, but fast.
He puts his hands over mine, spreading my cheeks even wider, closely examining me.
“Interesting.”
I look back over my shoulder. “Interesting how?”
“I just wonder if we are monogamous or if I should treat some of my large-dicked friends to such an efficient asshole?”
My natural growl, low in my chest like a predatory purr, brings a smile to his face.
