Just a Bit Dirty (Straight Guys #10)(23)

Turned out Ian hadn’t been the only one pretending to be someone he wasn’t. Regina had been pretending, too—to be a loving, dedicated wife. The real Regina wasn’t interested in being a housewife and a mother. The real Regina wanted to have fun. And for her, “fun” meant parties, men, and drugs.

“Tell me what to do,” Miles said again, bringing him back to the present.

Ian clenched his jaw, breathing deeply to clear the fog of arousal those words caused.

“This isn’t about me,” he said in a clipped voice. “Do whatever you want.”

Miles frowned but didn’t argue. He went back to giving Ian’s cock kittenish, clumsy licks that were more curious than sexual. It was painfully obvious how inexperienced he was. It went straight to Ian’s cock, making it harder than it had any right to be.

Fucking hell.

In hindsight, he should have probably expected that Miles’s inexperience would push his buttons. Of course he would fucking love that Miles was so inexperienced. Of course he would fucking love that his cock was the first one Miles had actually enjoyed sucking. Of course all of it would feed the fucked up, primitive animal that wore the skin of a modern man. Of course it would turn him on, regardless of Miles’s distinct lack of breasts and pussy.

And that was another thing: he didn’t feel anywhere near as revolted by the idea of sex with a man as he would have been if it were anyone other than this ridiculous British boy who said ridiculous things, disrespected him at every turn, and looked like a kicked puppy when Ian indicated that he didn’t want him.

That still didn’t explain how he ended up in this situation: sitting in his movie room, his fly open and his cock out for this boy to suck on. For his son’s male nanny to suck on, Jesus fucking Christ.

It wasn’t as though Ian had ever thought of himself as someone good and wholesome, but what he felt as he watched his son’s nanny take his cock into his mouth was—

Fuck.

The wet heat around his cock felt good of course, but Ian couldn’t deny that the visual and mental stimulation far overshadowed Miles’s amateur efforts. He liked how eager for him the boy was, eager and sloppy, saliva everywhere, as he fucked his mouth up and down Ian’s length, pink lips stretched wide.

Ian watched it in fascination, barely holding himself back. He wanted to ram his cock into Miles’s throat. He wanted to see those wide, mischievous green eyes fill with tears, feel Miles’s throat constrict around his cock. He wanted to slap Miles across his face before smearing his pre-come all over it and then shove his cock into that mouth. He wanted to fist Miles’s hair and facefuck him until Ian’s cock was the only thing that existed for him.

But he couldn’t.

He wouldn’t.

He wasn’t that much of an asshole. He’d never hurt anyone without their fully informed consent.

Besides, this wasn’t really sex. The boy was just curious. This wouldn’t go anywhere. Ian was straight—he’d go back to being straight as soon as this was over. He was aroused because Miles was pushing his buttons, not because he was into men all of a sudden.

Miles pulled off his cock. “I must be really terrible at this,” he said, squinting at him. “You’re barely even out of breath.”

Was he pouting? It had no right to be so damn cute.

Ian tapped him on the nose with his thumb. “You’re not completely terrible. I’m just a grown man, not your agemate. It takes more to excite me than a very mediocre blowjob.”

Miles scowled. “I take my words back. You’re still an asshole, and I hate you.”

Ian smiled, amused despite himself. He liked this kid. A little too much, actually, or they wouldn’t be in this situation. He had little patience for people he didn’t like.

“So what does excite you?” Miles said, stroking Ian’s cock absentmindedly, his gaze intent on Ian.

“What?” Ian said, clearing his throat a little.

“What does excite you?” Miles repeated, licking his swollen, pretty lips. “Do you think you can just say stuff like that and I’ll let it go? I’m a Hardaway.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” Ian said, his mouth twitching as he gazed at the stubborn, determined expression on Miles’s face.

“I have five siblings,” Miles said. “We’re a competitive bunch. So tell me. What can I do to make this blowjob better than just mediocre?”

Ian studied him.

He knew he shouldn’t even consider it. It was one thing to indulge the boy because he amused him, and it was completely another to tell Miles what actually got him off.

“I like it rough,” he said, watching Miles’s expression through half-lidded eyes. “I like being the aggressor. I like making it hurt.”

Miles didn’t even blink.

He just stared at Ian for a long moment, his face slightly pink.

His Adam’s apple bobbed. “How much?”

“What?” Ian said.

“How much do you like making it hurt?”

Ian threaded his fingers through Miles’s hair as he contemplated his answer. “Not all that much,” he said at last. “I’m not that much of a sadist. Pain for the sake of pain isn’t the point. I like the dynamic, the power trip.” And the feeling of my girlfriend’s absolute, total trust.