A Collar For His Brat by Moray R.J

Author:Moray, R.J.
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-08-29T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 6

It was, Nate thought, creepy to watch someone sleep, but Ewan was so angelic when he was out cold that the next morning, Nate found himself unable to resist. In sleep, the brattishness drained out of him, leaving behind a soft, exhausted mess of angles. Everything about him was fragile, delicate, touchable, from the curve of his mouth to the sharp jut of his collarbones, his eyelashes like wet corn silk. Nate breathed in the warm morning scent of his skin and devoured him with his eyes.

There was a contradiction in all this, at the heart of it. Nate wanted Ewan to fight him for every inch of his submission; Ewan wanted Nate to force him to his knees. That was okay. But the sweetness of Ewan giving in, of Ewan being good, saying, “Yes, Sir, “ like his heart was breaking, floored Nate completely. He couldn’t help it. The way Ewan clung to him when he was wrung out. The way he cuddled once Nate had taken his resistance from him. His sweet, needy kisses. Right now, Nate wanted to crawl over him and pin him down, feel him squirm and squeal. He wanted to nuzzle into Ewan’s belly, suck him in and feel Ewan’s cock go hard on his tongue.

He could do that. He was almost one hundred percent sure that waking with his cock in Nate’s mouth was something Ewan would be into.

Was ‘almost sure’ enough? He imagined waking Ewan to ask him, and how Ewan would roll his eyes at such a vanilla transgression.

Everyone’s boundaries were different. They hadn’t gone over this boundary in particular. Maybe Ewan would be a heartfelt ‘yes’. Maybe it would freak him out. How could Nate know, if they never fucking talked about it?

He was rescued from having to make an actual decision by the jangle of Ewan’s phone, and then the entertaining sight of Ewan trying to pull himself together enough to find the thing and snooze it.

“Christ.” Ewan scrubbed at his face and shot Nate a bleary frown. “It’s nine thirty.”

“You were so cute, I let you sleep in,” Nate said magnanimously. He curled a hand around Ewan’s hip, his thumb tracing a line down and in. “I was thinking about breakfast in bed.”

Ewan blinked at him, still confused with sleep. “What? No, we have to get up.”

“Why?” Nate ran his thumb over Ewan’s cock, soft and sleepy between his legs. “By ‘breakfast in bed’ I mean ‘sucking your cock’. Was that too subtle?”

It got him an impressive pout. “We have to get up,” Ewan insisted. “If we’re late, we’ll get shit seats.”

“Late for what?” Nate asked, miffed by what seemed like a rejection of his very generous offer. What was more important on a Saturday morning than leisurely Saturday-morning sex?

Ewan huffed out a breath. “Roller Derby.” His eyes narrowed. “Shit, I didn’t tell you.”

He hadn’t. Nate waited for an explanation, fingers working down between Ewan’s thighs to grope him under the covers.

“Sadie’s got a game. Or whatever. A derby.

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