by Lorelei
The Hugo Boss dress shirt was crisp white, accentuating the broad shoulders
just the way the tailor had intended. One hand rested on the wheel in a relaxed
fashion, revealing the solid gold Rolex on his wrist. The other hand rested on
the edge of the door, manicured fingernails tapping in time to the music playing
on the car's state of the art sound system. His eyes hidden behind dark
sunglasses, his handsome face glowing with a radiant, obviously natural tan, the
man behind the wheel of the sleek little car was big, bald and beautiful.
And obviously waiting for someone.
Two women paused in the doorway of Les Jardins des Amour, the city's premier
florist. They spoke quietly, their heads close together as they stole another
look at the mysterious man, who was now glancing at his Rolex with the air of
one who is beginning to grow impatient.
"Whomever he's waiting for is one lucky woman," one of them whispered. The
man in the car glanced toward them and they blushed and ducked into the shop,
giggling like schoolgirls.
Walter's head turned as the big glass door of the salon opened. Salon del
Sol was the most exclusive salon in town and had prices to match. The elegant,
white-coated stylists and aestheticians took their time with their patrons,
pampering them with scrubs, soaks, masks, massages; all the things the very rich
demanded and were happy to pay for.
Alex walked toward the car, the late afternoon sunlight caressing his
unabashedly pretty face, illuminating him like some medieval angel, his white
teeth bright against his tan.
"Sorry I'm late, Walter," he purred, dropping four dainty little yellow and
white striped bags containing several hundred dollars' worth of hair and skin
products into the trunk, which had opened soundlessly upon his approach. "Marco
talked me into trying the new honeysuckle facial. It took forever but I think
you'll agree it was worth it."
Grinning like a naughty schoolboy, Alex opened the passenger side door and
slid into the leather seat, sighing with contentment.
"Did you miss me?" he husked, his sensual, smoky voice dropping an octave.
Walter smiled and took off his sunglasses, hiding the way his breath caught at
the sight of his gorgeous young lover. The way it always caught, even after
four years together, every time he saw green eyes lit by the sun, soft dark hair
just made for running his fingers through it, that pretty pink mouth, so
talented and so generous. An exasperating, always surprising, addictive delight
was his Alex.
Alex obediently turned his head for a kiss as a large hand gripped his chin
firmly. Walter plundered his mouth greedily, savoring the taste of him, loving
the feeling of Alex writhing and sighing under him. Loving not giving a damn
about the passersby, ignoring the shocked utterances of some of the more
conservative shoppers who had chosen that day to restock their truffle oil or
pick up that new Kate Spade handbag.
Walter moved his hand down to Alex's crotch, the fabric of the impeccably cut
Dolce and Gabbana trousers smooth under his hand. He found the hardness there,
squeezed it, just once.
Alex bucked and moaned, his lips parted, head thrown back, his long throat
exposed and so tempting.
Walter laughed, his voice a low growl.
"Just wait til I get you home, boy."
Alex licked his lips, panting, his pupils so large that his eyes appeared
black.
"Drive fast, Walter, please," he said, whimpering. "Need you. Need you to
fuck me hard."
Walter turned to look at him, his eyes dancing behind the dark glasses.
"All right. But if I get another ticket, I'm taking it out of your ass."
A slight intake of breath. Pink tongue disappearing for a moment, then
letting itself be seen again, sliding over those succulent lips.
"Okay."
The gearshift slid smoothly into first, just the way Walter was going to
slide into that sweet hot ass when he got Alex home.
With a wolfish grin, Walter sped away from the curb, laughing at the open
mouths they left in their wake. Well, that would certainly give them
something to talk about at the Garden Club this week.
He drove a seventy thousand dollar car. And he'd damned well do as he
pleased in it.
Alex lay back in the passenger seat, his arm flung insouciantly over the low
door, enjoying the sun on his face. His sable hair was perfectly cut, the
imported styling gel guaranteeing the soft spikes on top stayed just the way the
stylist arranged them, impervious to the breeze.
They were sitting at a stoplight, both men shifting impatiently in their
seats and willing it to turn green, aromas and snippets of conversation drifting
over to them from the patio of the cafe on the corner.
Alex slowly opened his eyes, engaging in a little people-watching while he
waited. Damn. Wouldn't that fucking light ever change?
Traffic in this city was just getting ridiculous. They'd already sat through
the thing twice.
He knew the cafe, had been there once or twice before he met Walter. He
craned his neck a little, but couldn't see the sign due to the large linden tree
blocking the view.
What the hell was it? Cafe something de something, some silly French name.
He'd never liked the place. It had certainly never lived up to its pretentious
name. Alex had figured that "de" was in there to justify charging sixteen
dollars for a fair-to-middling roast beef sandwich.
Idly, he nestled back down into the buttery leather, savoring the way it
cradled him. He loved riding in Walter's car. Loved how great he looked in it.
Suddenly a loud voice drifted over to him.
"Hey, pretty boy! That your sugar daddy?"
The voice seemed to be coming from a table at the edge of the patio. Alex
raised his head and slowly lowered his sunglasses, sliding them down his nose,
already smirking.
The guy at the table looked like your average loser, working his way through
a few bottles of imported beer, alone, with nothing better to do than harass the
more fortunate.
"You bet!" Alex called back, flashing his most infuriating Yeah, I'm Kept, So
What? smile, calculated to provoke maximum jealousy and resentment. "He gives
me plenty of sugar. And anything else I want."
The guy glowered at Alex, his face darkening.
"Fuck you!" he shouted.
"Sorry," Alex answered, pushing his sunglasses back up. "You can't afford
me. Bye!" he shouted, waving as the light turned green at last and Walter
floored it. Their laughter floated back to the man on a cloud of exhaust.
The door of the penthouse closed behind them. Walter watched as Alex bent
over to put his shopping bags down beside the sofa, his beautiful ass on
display. Walking over to him and taking those perfect cheeks in both hands, he
squeezed them tightly, making Alex stiffen and groan with pleasure. He reached
one hand back and wrapped it around Walter's neck.
"Sugar daddy, hm?" Walter said, his voice pitched in that alpha male timbre
that turned Alex's knees to jelly.
"Yeah," Alex breathed, his eyes half-shut, his breath quickening. He leaned
his head back against Walter's shoulder, exposing the tender and vulnerable
juncture of neck and shoulder, making it easier for the bigger man to lean down
and bite, gently at first, then harder. Alex writhed and panted, his mouth
open, his cock pressing hard against his fly. Walter shifted and pressed closer
to him, one arm anchoring him tightly around the waist, his own cock hard and
pressing against Alex's luscious ass. "So gimme some sugar, Daddy..."
Walter laughed and picked Alex up, swinging him effortlessly over his
shoulder. Alex yelped as a hard swat landed on the seat of his pants, but the
delicious heat Walter's hand left behind made him wriggle with excitement as
Walter carried him up the spiral staircase that led to the master bedroom.
Alex was dropped unceremoniously on the huge custom-built bed. Walter stood
over him, slowly unbuttoning his own shirt, toeing off his shoes.
"Get those clothes off, boy."
Eagerly, Alex tore off his shirt, quickly stripped himself of his shoes,
pants and socks, strewing them in a careless circle around the bed. Wearing
nothing but green silk boxers, he stretched sensuously, one finger circling a
dusky pink nipple lazily.
"I'm ready," he said, his voice honeyed and seductive. "Want you so bad.
Please don't make me wait."
Walter growled and pounced. Alex found himself on his stomach, pressed flat
under one hundred eighty pounds of solid muscle, Walter's hot breath against his
ear, one of Walter's big hands sliding under the silk of his boxers, caressing
his ass.
"So," Walter whispered, kissing the back of Alex's neck, pausing to nip and
bite, catching the soft skin gently between his teeth. "How much is today's
bill?"
The green boxers landed in a heap on the floor.
"Mmmm?" Alex murmured into the pillow, rocking his hips up, making his ass
stick out, rubbing it shamelessly against Walter. "Fuck me, please, Walter..."
"How much?" Walter asked again, nibbling his way down Alex's spine. God, his
skin was like velvet. He grinned into the small of Alex's back. Of course the
money made no difference. He could afford damn near anything either of them
wanted. But it was always fun to play this little scene out, for both of them.
"I don't know," Alex breathed, his mind gone hazy with lust. "I...oh God,
Walter, I'm gonna come if you keep doing that!"
Walter removed his tongue from Alex's ass long enough to sink his teeth into
one creamy cheek. Alex cried out and ground himself against the mattress,
earning himself a bright red handprint to go with the bite mark.
"You come before I say so, boy, and you won't sit down for a week."
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmyes..." Alex whimpered, unable to resist one more thrust into
the Egyptian cotton sheets, so heavenly against his skin.
Another resounding smack, this time to the other cheek.
"Ow!" Alex yelped, reaching back to rub and quickly finding his hand pinned
against his back. "Yes, sir."
"That's better," Walter said, releasing Alex's hand and resuming his
exploration of Alex's body, touching and tasting as he pleased. "Now, what did
you do today and what is it going to cost me?"
Alex laughed, a musical sound that ended with a strangled cry as Walter
lifted him onto his knees and went to work on his balls.
"I...I don't..." Alex gasped, his hands fisting in the sheets. He squeezed
his eyes tightly, trying to string a coherent sentence together while Walter
drove him to the very edge of sanity with lips and tongue.
Walter loved to torture him like this.
"I...ohsweetjesusWalter! Ah...dry cleaners...our tuxes...Friday
night...that-that was sixty. I...OH WALTER PLEASE!
Uh...ohGodohGod...yes...like that...there...uhhhnnnnnn..."
"What else, Alex?" Walter asked innocently, holding Alex firmly in place, his
thumb pressing against the tiny opening. Alex tried to backpedal, to impale
himself on Walter's thumb, but Walter simply placed his hand over one of the
crimson handprints decorating Alex's otherwise pale bottom.
Alex got the message and stilled, his head and shoulders pressed into the
mattress.
The thumb pressed in ever so slightly. Walter's mouth returned to Alex's
balls, the tongue lightly flicking, teasing the delicate sac.
Alex raised his head, his eyes opening wide.
"GOD WALTER!"
"Tell me." The voice was low, amused, implacable.
Alex dropped his head back down and began to babble as Walter's tongue
continued its insidious, unstoppable torture.
"Oh GodWalterohJesuspleasepleaseplease...oh...l-lunch...I had lunch w-with
Rodney." A dry click as Alex swallowed, took a deep breath. "At Mykonos. I
paid...his...OH! A hundred and ten plus tip...his birthday is...birthday is
next week...ohGodohGod...Walterplease...uhhnnnn...w-went to the salon...the
salon. That's it."
He buried his head in his crossed arms, his legs trembling as Walter marked a
slow wet trail back up to his ass, his tongue circling Alex's anus, teeth
scraping the skin ever so slightly.
Alex's whimper was one of genuine anguish.
"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease..."
Walter laughed again, gripping Alex's hips tightly, burying his face in
Alex's ass, pressing his tongue inside.
Alex screamed.
Walter withdrew, pleased to see the light sheen of sweat that had broken out
across Alex's back. He smiled. He was so hard on his boy.
A pinch to the undercurve of one firm buttock got Alex's attention back to
the matter at hand.
"What did you do at the salon?" Walter asked, using his hands to spread
Alex's legs further apart, trailing his fingers along the soft skin of his inner
thighs.
"Uh...ah...m-massage, citrus massage. Haircut...style..."
"Francesca?" Walter asked, ducking between Alex's legs to lick, just once, at
the head of Alex's cock, tasting the wetness there.
"GOD!" Alex screamed, pounding the mattress. "Francesca! Yes, Francesca!"
"And?" Walter coaxed, stroking the long tanned back idly.
"Uhh...Jesus, Walter, I can't...I...nails, my nails...I had a manicure, a
pedicure—"
Walter looked down, lifted one twitching bare foot, examined the toes with
interest. They did indeed look good enough to eat, nails clipped, shaped and
shining. He mouthed one experimentally, tickling it with his tongue. Alex's
response was emphatic.
"OHHGOD...andandand...I...champagne, they always give me champagne but I
think it's INCLUDED—"
Walter chuckled around a mouthful of Alex's right buttcheek.
Alex panted, his mouth open wide, straining for oxygen.
"I...ohWalter...don't...please don't stop...I...seaweed wrap, they did a
seaweed wrap...and a caviar scrub...and a...a...can't...Walter
yes...YES...bronzer...there was bronzer...and...and..." he trailed off, drawing
a blank. Walter licked his way around Alex's anus, wetting the skin thoroughly,
and then blew on it.
Alex jumped a mile.
"SHIT WALTER!"
He could feel Walter grinning. The man could keep this up for hours. Once
Alex had passed out and slept twelve hours straight after a session like this.
Sweating, his cock threatening imminent implosion, Alex tried to get the
words out.
"I don't think...I don't think there was anything else...wait..." he wailed
as Walter reached around him and began pinching his nipples, tweaking the tiny
nubs until they stood straight out, hard and aching.
"Yesss?" Walter said evilly. "What else?"
Abruptly, Alex found himself on his back, his legs thrown wide. He screamed
again as Walter's mouth descended on his cock, swallowing it whole.
"HONEYSUCKLE!" Alex shrieked. "Honeysuckle facial! The total was...OH MY
GOD WALTER! SUCK ME!" He panted and writhed, digging his heels into the
mattress.
Walter looked up and grinned, his lips swollen and wet.
"The total?" he asked innocently.
Alex gaped at him in disbelief. His cock stood like a sentinel between them,
purple and engorged, so hard it hurt.
"Please Walter!"
Walter moved away, sitting back on his haunches.
"Oh pleasepleaseplease don't do this don't please," Alex babbled. "Please
Walter!"
Walter watched him, watched his hands fluttering like trapped birds, knowing
he wouldn't dare touch himself.
Alex arched his back, desperate for Walter's hands, his mouth.
"Nine hundred! I think the salon was nine hundred counting everything I
bought!"
Walter smiled contentedly. Alex was definitely a responsive lover. Very
responsive.
"And what did you buy?" he asked, his tone pleasant and interested.
"OH GOD!" Alex screamed, his arms over his face. He was close to tears.
"Never mind," Walter said, lying down on top of Alex. "You can show me
later."
Alex heaved a sigh of relief, his muscles twitching.
"My sweet honeysuckle boy," Walter said, biting a nipple lightly. He inhaled
deeply, savoring the clean scent of his lover's freshly scrubbed and pampered
skin. "My Alex."
"Walter," Alex gasped, his breath seeming to have deserted him.
Walter moved his hand down between them, gripping Alex's cock lightly.
"Oh yes pleasepleaseplease—" Alex begged.
Walter laughed again, delighting in Alex's all-too-temporary distress.
"You're a bad boy, Alex."
Green eyes, heavy and sex-stupid, opened wide.
"Wha-?" Alex breathed.
Walter released Alex's cock, moved up along that lean naked body, draping
himself over it. He fastened his teeth on Alex's neck.
Alex howled like a tomcat.
"Naughty..." Walter repeated, biting down on another spot and sucking,
marking that flawless flesh as his own. "Such a bad boy. Such an insatiable
little slut. Gonna have to punish you."
"GodohGod," Alex gasped, sucking in air. "Yes. Bad. Yes, Walter."
"Brat," Walter growled, licking and kissing his way down Alex's chest and
stomach, leaving a trail of marks of possession along the tanned skin. "Spoiled
brat...need me to teach you a lesson."
Alex turned his head to the side, his hands now gripping the headboard so
hard his knuckles were white. He panted through his open mouth, his hips
twitching, his cock still throbbing and maddeningly untouched. He bit his lip
and whimpered, knowing Walter wouldn't let him come until he was good and ready.
"Oh...Walter...yes..."
"Naughty," Walter said again, moving back up to Alex's head, his face close
to Alex's ear. "Bad, bad boy. Gonna have to spank that sweet ass of yours."
"Yes..." Alex moaned, his eyelashes fluttering. His chest rose and fell
rapidly, beads of sweat sparkling in the dim light. "Want...I want..."
"What do you want?" Walter demanded gruffly, his eyes devouring his lover's
naked body. God, he was beautiful like this. Spread open and waiting for him,
waiting to be taken, willing for whatever Walter wanted to give.
"I...ohhh..."Alex moaned, licking his lips. "Punish me. Spank me. Spank me
hard and then flip me over and fuck me through the mattress."
"What's the magic word, little boy?" Walter purred, smiling like the cat that
got into the cream. "Or do I need to give you extra punishment for impudence?"
"PLEASE!" Alex screamed, twisting under Walter, not sure how much more he
could take. "Please, sir. Please punish me. Punish me and then take me, make
me yours all over again. Own me. Please."
Walter had pushed himself to the limit of endurance as well. He wasn't sure
how much more either of them could take. In one smooth motion, he sat up and
lifted Alex face down across his lap, positioning Alex's rock-hard cock between
his own thighs, making sure nothing touched it. Alex protested and earned
himself a preliminary swat, hard enough to make his eyes water.
"Owww, Walter," he pouted. "Not so hard, baby."
"Bad boy," Walter admonished, raising his hand and bringing it down smartly,
reddening one exquisite bare mound. "My bad boy."
Alex gritted his teeth. It hurt. It hurt so good, the sting giving way to
warmth that seemed to drain right into his cock.
"More, harder," he whined, his eyes closed tight. "Spank me, Daddy, please."
The use of the endearment made Walter's own cock remind him just how urgently
its presence was required in the tight hot ass below.
He brought his hand down rapidly, painting both cheeks crimson.
"You've had this coming a long time, brat," he said between smacks. "A long
time. This is what happens to bad boys."
He spanked hard and steadily, covering each cheek evenly before moving back
to the other. Alex wriggled and moaned, his cries becoming more and more
convincing as his bottom began to throb in earnest.
"Are you going to be good, Alex? Are you going to be good so Daddy doesn't
have to spank his boy?"
Alex sobbed softly, so close to coming he scarcely dared to breathe. Coming
without permission would take this session to the next level and fast.
"Yes! Yes!" he cried, his voice ragged. "I'll be good, I promise!"
"Good," Walter said, dropping a kiss on each hot red cheek. "I'm going to
fuck you now, Alex. Get ready for me."
Mewling with need, Alex scrambled off of Walter's lap and fumbled in the
nighttable drawer. He liberally coated two fingers of one hand with lube, then,
balanced on his other hand and his knees, reached behind himself. He began
lubing and stretching his opening, knowing Walter loved to watch. Alex spread
his legs wider, pushed his fingers farther in, moaning with arousal. Walter's
eyes glittered as he watched from the end of the bed. When Alex added a third
finger and began to fuck himself hard on them, Walter could wait no longer.
"Now!" he shouted, his voice deep and commanding.
Alex made a sound in the back of his throat and buried his face in the
pillow, dropping his shoulders down. He felt Walter kneeling behind him, felt
Walter's large hands close around his wrists. Walter brought Alex's hands up
and placed them on the back of Alex's neck.
"Interlock your fingers," he growled.
Alex obeyed, his hands clasped tightly on the back of his neck.
"Don't move them."
"Yes, sir," Alex answered, his voice muffled slightly.
Walter grasped Alex's hips and pulled him closer, positioning his cock at the
tight opening. Alex took a deep breath. His Walter was big. Very big. But
despite the initial burn, the sensation of being so totally filled was one he
could never get enough of.
Alex had lubed himself well.
"Good boy."
Walter smiled down at him. Then, with a cry and one powerful thrust, he
buried himself in Alex to the hilt.
Alex caught his breath, tensed for a moment, and then stilled. His hips
began to rock back and forth in time to Walter's thrusts, sweat dampening his
hair, his cries becoming more and more urgent.
Walter rode him hard, glorying in the way he arched and shuddered and gasped,
feeling his own orgasm building like a summer thunderstorm.
Beneath him, Alex was nearing his own climax, desperately trying to form the
words, to beg for release as Walter relentlessly pounded into him.
"Please Walter," Alex begged, his voice hoarse. "Let me come. Please Walter
let me come—"
"Come, Alex," Walter commanded.
Alex screamed and shot explosively, spattering his own belly and thighs with
come. A few seconds later Walter followed, shouting his own completion, leaving
his fingerprints on Alex's narrow hips.
Panting, sweating, completely sated, Walter fell beside Alex, gathering his
boy into his arms and spooning up behind him, nuzzling into the dark,
sweat-dampened hair. Alex wrapped his arms around Walter's, leaned back with a
sigh. They lay silently for a moment, their heart rates slowly returning to
normal.
"Love you," Alex whispered at last, burrowing further into Walter's embrace.
"Thank you for this. For everything."
"Love you too," Walter answered. "My bad, beautiful boy."
Alex turned his head, clear green eyes wide, a sly smile on his face.
"I forgot to mention my stop at Cartier."
End
This is for you, Gaby.
Author's Note: This story was inspired by my drive in to work about two
weeks ago. I was sitting at a stoplight behind a gorgeous dark blue Mercedes
convertible. The man in the driver's seat was older, salt and pepper hair,
sunglasses, big gold watch on his wrist. The passenger was a younger man,
impeccably styled dark hair, matching sunglasses, and when he turned his head I
saw he had a little tip-tilted nose that reminded me of someone we know...
he dark blue Mercedes convertible idled at the curb, its engine purring so
quietly it could barely be heard. The sidewalks were thronged with shoppers
enjoying the Spring afternoon, strolling along the narrow street lined with its
expensive cafes, shops and boutiques. A few of them gave the car an admiring
glance as they passed. Others, mostly women, saved their admiring glances for
the man behind the wheel.
