Pillow Talk (Collection)

Daddy: Chapter Thirty-One

"You're panicking over nothing," Mateo sighed, climbing off of the bed and crossing the room to the mirror. He stood on his tip-toes behind Arthur to look over his shoulder, into the mirror. The man held two ties to his shirt, trying to decide which one was the better fit.

"I'm not panicking," he said coolly, looking back and forth at the items in his hands. "I'm simply trying to look my best."

"No, you're working yourself up on the inside, I can see it. But at the end of the day, my mom doesn't care what tie you have on. All she cares is that you're not a scumbag and you know how to show her respect. She is your elder, after all."

"Barely," Arthur smiled. Mateo rolled his eyes. His arms wrapped around the man's waist and he pressed his cheek against his back. He could smell the fresh cologne on Arthur's white shirt and he inhaled deeply, intoxicated by the smell. He wasn't sure whether it was the same kind he wore or some slight variation, but Mateo was in love with it.

"I'm going with the blue one," Arthur said with determination.

"Congratulations," Mateo teased. Arthur glanced down at the hands around his waist and tilted his head.

"You're awfully affectionate today. Are you sure you're not the one who's panicking?" Truth be told, Mateo wasn't sure how to handle this situation. In a way, he was so relieved to let go of this dark secret. Sure, he'd been honest with Tomas, but that was different. Whispering under his breath was in a different ball park than letting everyone in his social circle know that his boyfriend was rich as hell and a whole lot older. The age was what worried him the most. He knew his mother wouldn't be happy. He knew it in his bones that Amira would throw a fit, and that terrified him. His only hope was knowing that Arthur wouldn't stop until the woman understood what his intentions were and where his feelings lie.

"I'm just looking to give my hands something to do, otherwise they'll be tapping all over the place."

"I can think of something your hands can do," Arthur said. Mateo smiled and turned his head, pressing his forehead against the other's back.

"Don't be gross," he lightly scolded. "You're already all dressed up and everything."

"Clothing can be put back on," he replied. Arthur tossed his ties back onto the bed and looked back at his reflection. He took hold of Mateo's hands and carefully dragged it down over his zipper. He was tentative at first, and when the boy didn't pull away, he pressed his hips out into his palm. Mateo chuckled against his back and finally looked up at the mirror with him.

"You're bad," he said quietly, dragging his nose along the back of his neck. He let out a small breath and shivers ran through Arthur's body.

"You're good." Arthur let out a soft moan. Underneath his slacks, Mateo could feel his excitement growing.

"Tell me," Mateo whispered, his teeth latching onto the man's earlobe and gently tugging. He let go, eyes closed, and kissed up the side of his neck. "You can have anything you want. Tell Daddy what you want." A sultry grin formed on Arthur's face.

"Oh, you're Daddy now?"

"I am Daddy now," Mateo smirked, his grip on the man's bulge tightening. "Now, tell me what you want."

"I want you to make me come, Daddy." That was all Mateo needed to hear. Carefully, he unzipped Arthur's pants and slipped him free of his boxers. He wrapped his free arm around his boyfriend's chest, fingers dragging across his nipples underneath his shirt. Arthur let out a ragged breath and leaned back against Mateo.

Mateo worked his hand up and down, making sure to show Arthur all the attention he needed. It was only a matter of minutes until the man let out a grunt and felt his stomach muscles constrict as he reached his orgasm. He was left panting while Mateo cleaned up. His hands now smelled of lavender soap. Arthur thought about adjusting his pants but stopped. He took Mateo by the waist and hoisted him up, wrapping his legs around his hips.