Brats in Training 3: Dangerous Dusty (8 page)

Alexander imagined the contrast between Dusty’s pale skin and Alexander’s darkly tanned skin would be amazing, and suddenly, he needed to see it. He pushed Dusty into a sitting position, absently noticing that Dusty didn’t even try to open his eyes.

“Keep your eyes closed, Dusty,” Alexander said as he stood and started stripping his clothes off. He knew that Dusty would figure out he was naked the second their skins came into contact, but he wanted it to be a surprise until then.

Alexander quickly took his clothes off, folded them, and set them on the couch nearby. Before moving back to Dusty, he grabbed a condom and a bottle of lube out of the drawer of the side table, thankful that he kept the stuff in there even if the lube was unopened.

Alexander didn’t miss the slight shiver that rocked through Dusty when he opened the lube and popped the top. “No moving, Dusty,” he reminded the man. Dusty instantly stilled, which was a surprise to Alexander. He didn’t think Dusty had it in him to stay still for so long, and they were only three minutes into their original ten.

Alexander dropped to his knees behind Dusty again. “On your knees, Dusty.”

Once Dusty was on his knees, Alexander used his hands to spread his thighs. “This is called the rest position, Dusty. This is the position I want you in whenever I tell you to meditate or assume the rest position. Usually, your hands would be on your thighs, but for right now, I just want you to let them hang at your sides.”

Dusty nodded.

Alexander moved forward until his front was pressed up against Dusty’s back. He didn’t miss Dusty’s sudden inhale. He knew Dusty had just figured out that he was naked. But the man didn’t move. Alexander decided to reward him again. He reached down and brushed his fingers over Dusty’s balls. Dusty’s deep moan spurred Alexander on, and he stroked his fingers farther back, brushing them over Dusty’s tight puckered hole.

This time, Alexander was the one shivering. He could feel how tight Dusty was just from a single stroke of his finger. The man could strangle his cock with that tight little ass.

Oh, thank the gods!

Alexander wasn’t sure he was going to last the rest of the ten minutes. He was showing far less control than Dusty was. And he didn’t have a single urge to stop the raging fire burning through his body.

Alexander grabbed the lube and poured some over both of his hands. He wrapped one slick hand around Dusty’s cock and started jerking him off, slowly. With the other hand, he reached down between Dusty’s thighs and spread the lube around his sweet entrance until he was all slicked up.

And then he began pressing in with just the tip of one finger.

Dusty started mewling, but he didn’t move.

“You’re doing so well, Dusty,” Alexander murmured against the shell of Dusty’s ear. “I’m very proud of you.”

Dusty shuddered but kept his lips pressed together.

Alexander kept a close watch on Dusty’s face as he slid one finger into Dusty’s tight hole. He wanted to make sure that he wasn’t hurting Dusty, but he also wanted to make sure that the man was enjoying himself.

A scarlet flush filled Dusty’s face, but still, he didn’t move or say a word. Gods, he was fucking perfect. Alexander had the insane need to fuck the guy right then and there, and it took all of his control not to do just that. But, he knew if he gave in before the ten minutes were up, Dusty would never learn control.

Alexander was astonished at how Dusty’s body seemed to suck his finger right in. It was almost greedy, and it was hot as hell. The second finger that he slid into Dusty’s ass was sucked in right along with the first one.

From his position behind Dusty, Alexander couldn’t exactly see what he was doing, but he sure could feel it. Dusty’s tight ring of muscles pulsed around his fingers, gently massaging them. Alexander couldn’t wait to replace his fingers with his cock.

This was going to be the shortest ten minutes in history.

“Do you want another finger, Dusty?” Dusty started panting. That was the only sign he gave that he even heard Alexander’s words. “You’re going to need at least four before I can fuck you. I’m ten inches, Dusty, and you’re very tight.”

“Ten inch—” Dusty clamped his lips closed and swallowed so hard that Alexander felt it.

He smiled and slid another finger into Dusty’s ass. “Fuck yourself on my fingers, Dusty.”

Dusty didn’t move for a moment and Alexander was afraid that the man might not want to be fucked, but then his hips lifted up and slammed back down on Alexander’s fingers. Every time he leaned up, it drove Dusty’s cock through the tight circle of Alexander’s fingers.

Dusty’s movements grew faster—up and down, in and out. When his movements started to become erratic, Alexander knew that Dusty was losing control. And to be honest, he was surprised that Dusty had lasted as long as he had.

Alexander felt Dusty’s inner muscles clamp down on his fingers when he tried to pull them free. He quickly pushed a fourth finger into the man’s ass and moved it around before curving them up until he found Dusty’s sweet spot.

Dusty wailed and stiffened.

Alexander glanced at the clock. “Fifty more seconds, Dusty. You just have to hold out for fifty more seconds.”

Alexander shoved all four fingers in and out of Dusty’s ass a couple more times and then pulled them free. When Dusty started to collapse forward, Alexander grabbed him and kept him on his hands and knees.

“Stay.”

When he leaned back, the sight that met his eyes drew the breath right out of his lungs. Dusty’s pink puckered hole glistened with lube. He could see it contracting, pulsing, almost as if inviting him in.

Alexander’s hands trembled as he ripped the condom package open and then rolled the rubber down his aching cock. He was so hard that he wondered if four fingers had been enough. His dick felt like a steel pipe in his hands.

“Thirty seconds, Dusty,” Alexander said as he lined his cock up with Dusty’s entrance and slowly pushed his way inside. His head fell back on his shoulders and a long, needy groan fell from his lips as Dusty’s body sucked him right in.

Alexander doubted he even had to move. Dusty’s body seemed to know exactly what to do as it pulsed around Alexander’s cock, massaging him, squeezing him. Alexander had been with a lot of men in his time, but he had never felt this level of pleasure before. No one had ever fit so right.

“Ten seconds, Dusty.”

Alexander stared down at where his body met Dusty’s, watching as he started to move, pulling his cock out until just the head remained inside the tight little ring of muscles. His entire body seemed to almost seize as he slammed back in. The shudder that racked his body started at the tip of his head and went all of the way down to his toes.

Alexander couldn’t keep from doing it again, and then again, moving faster and faster until he was ramming inside of Dusty so hard that the man was nearly lifted off his knees every time.

Alexander suddenly knew that this was going to be the shortest fucking on record, on his record at least. His balls had drawn up close to his body, and his cock felt like it would explode at any second.

Alexander grabbed Dusty’s braid and wrapped it around his hand until the tension made Dusty’s head tilt back. He leaned in close over Dusty’s body while keeping up the rapid pace of fucking him.

“Ten minutes, Dusty. You’re such a good boy. Now, you may take your reward.” Alexander reached under Dusty and grabbed his cock, jerking the entire length as fast as he could. “Come, Dusty.”

Dusty screamed.

His back bowed.

His ass clenched around Alexander’s cock almost to the point of pain. And then he came, cum shooting out of the head of his cock and covering Alexander’s hand. A long, drawn-out groan was ripped from Alexander’s lips as Dusty’s body pulled his orgasm from him.

Alexander came hard, and he came fast, filling the condom surrounding his cock with so much cum he was afraid the damn thing might burst. He hadn’t even known he had that much semen in his body.

By the time he pulled free of Dusty’s body and pulled the condom off, tying the end together and tossing it into a nearby trash can, Dusty lay sprawled on the floor, softly snoring.

Alexander grinned and scooped Dusty up into his arms. He carried him into the bedroom and then went to the bathroom for a washcloth, cleaning both him and Dusty up before tucking the little man into bed and climbing in beside him. He didn’t usually sleep with his lovers, but for Dusty, he could make an exception.

Dusty had performed much better than he had expected. He couldn’t wait for their next lesson.

Chapter 9

Dusty brushed a small piece of lint off the lapel of the new suit that Alexander had purchased for him. He couldn’t ever remember wearing something so spiffy, or something so expensive. He was pretty sure that the new suit he now wore cost more than he made in a month as a courier.

But, Alexander wanted him dressed nicely for his new position as a personal assistant, and so that was what Dusty would do. He didn’t think there was anything Alexander ordered him to do that he wouldn’t willingly, even eagerly, do. The man was a marvel.

And, even if it had just been a couple of days, Dusty was pretty sure that he was falling in love. He felt practically giddy.

“Hurry up, Dusty,” Alexander said from the other room. “Symon is here, and if we don’t leave, we’re going to be late for work.”

Dusty still couldn’t believe that Alexander was actually keeping him. He thought for sure the man would kick him out the morning after their first night together. Heck, he hadn’t even unpacked in anticipation of having to leave.

But Alexander hadn’t threatened to sue him, or run as fast and as far as he could. He took his time with Dusty, had patience that rivaled Mother Teresa, and he never yelled.

Dusty was pretty damn happy about the no yelling part. Mr. Wheeling had cornered the market on yelling. Dusty didn’t believe that adults should solve their problems with yelling. That was something kids were expected to do, not grown men and women.

“I’m coming,” Dusty called from his bedroom. He bent at the waist and ran a hand over Dizzy’s head, tossed a few flecks of food into Larry’s bowl, and then headed from his bedroom.

Alexander was waiting for him at the door. Dusty could feel a huge smile forming on his lips…until he fell over the side of the coffee table.

Fuck, that hurt.

“Dusty,” Alexander called out as he appeared at Dusty’s side. “Are you hurt?”

His pride was. “No, sir.”

Alexander sighed, standing. “Then we need to go. We’ll be late.”

Dusty pushed from the floor, wiping at his suit, stalling for time so he could pull himself together. That was the first time Alexander had used that tone with him. It was irritated and annoyed.

He was fighting back the tears, so he turned away from Alexander and headed for the door, unable to face the man. He was a klutz. He owned up to that. But Alexander knew this when he asked Dusty to be his assistant.

And whatever else it was they had going on.

“I want you to meditate for an hour at work today. We need to make sure you do not fall behind on your lessons.”

“Yes, sir.”

As much as Dusty loved helping others, as kind and considerate as Dusty was toward others, and as much as Dusty always tried to pay it forward, he had an overwhelming urge to turn around and stick his tongue out at Alexander.

His feelings were hurt by Alexander’s brusque tone. He may be clumsy, and he may be a bit naïve, but Dusty wasn’t a moron and he did have feelings. He owned up to the fact that he was what he was. He didn’t try and hide it. So, he didn’t feel that Alexander had the right to be angry at him when things like this happened.