Melting Mr. Mowburrey

“What the hell is—?” Mr. Arthur Mowburrey stopped on the threshold leading into his friend’s study. A frown gathered on his brow as he took in the sight before him.

Hampton was nowhere to be seen. The room’s sole occupant glanced at him, but the only reply Mowburrey’s half-uttered question received was a pleasure filled murmur.

As Mowburrey watched, the pretty young submissive sitting in one of the armchairs on the far side of the room, tipped his head back a fraction. Each movement slow and deliberate, the boy moved his hand away from his mouth and let the object he was holding slide out from between his lips. His eyes remained half closed—heavy-lidded with pleasure.

Finally, the boy blinked and looked up at Mowburrey through his lashes. “You really should try one, sir. They’re delicious.”

Mowburrey managed to drag his gaze an inch or two away from the other man’s mouth and look him straight in the eye. Tony certainly was delicious. Mowburrey had been well aware of that fact ever since he’d first set eyes on the boy. If Tony hadn’t been a fellow guest at Hampton’s house, and no doubt invited there to become their host’s newest submissive, Mowburrey knew damn well he’d already have given into the temptation to taste the boy for himself.

In the hands of a master craftsman, Tony could so easily be transformed from a somewhat naïve and ill-disciplined young man into just the kind of exquisite delicacy a dominant’s palate craved. But as for what the boy was eating…

“A chocolate cock,” Mowburrey said, more to himself than anyone else.

“I know.” Tony smiled as he brought his treat back to his lips and circled the head of the confectionary erection with his tongue. “Want a lick?”

Against his better judgment, Mowburrey stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. Not quite able to take his eyes off the boy, he reduced the gap between them and lowered himself to sit on the sofa opposite Tony’s chair.

Hell yes, he wanted a lick. He wanted to tie down the boy and have Tony completely at his mercy as he licked the cheeky little sod all over. He wanted to hear Tony scream with frustrated pleasure as he ran his tongue along the underside of the boy’s cock again and again, while still refusing him permission to come. A lick was only the start of what he really wanted from the submissive.

“No,” Mowburrey said, quietly relieved by how level his voice remained. “I don’t.”

Tony’s lips curled into a satisfied smile. “All the more for me!”

It wasn’t a real cock. Mowburrey knew that. It was just a bit of chocolate on a stick. But, damn, Tony didn’t seem to be aware of that fact.

The boy lowered his head and let the chocolate slide gradually into his mouth. It went deeper and deeper, until Mowburrey was sure it had to be touching the back of the submissive’s throat. No doubt, the boy would be able to deep-throat a real cock no problem, too. He’d obviously had a hell of a lot of practice.

Mowburrey’s hand clenched into a fist at his side as he fought back the urge to take a swing at any man who had ever so much as smiled at the younger man, let alone thrust his shaft between his lips.

It was a completely illogical desire. The only man who could have any reasonable right to feel that way was Hampton, even if the other dominant hadn’t even got around to collaring him yet.

Mowburrey forced his hand to relax and his fingers to unfurl. Even so, his restraint didn’t change the fact that Tony would look good with black leather wrapped around his throat. It didn’t alter his certainty that the tag that hung from that collar should declare him to be the property of Mowburrey rather than Hampton.

As Mowburrey watched, the younger man pulled back, letting the chocolate leave his mouth, the surface of it now beautifully moist and just beginning to melt. Tony licked his lips, obviously savoring the sweetness that lingered there. Holding the lolly still, the boy ran his tongue along the underside of it, as if he was tracing the vein that snaked along there, purely for the confectionary’s enjoyment.