Brats in Training 3: Dangerous Dusty (7 page)

“Open your eyes, Dusty.”

Dusty’s eyes slowly cracked open, and then he blinked a few times. The lighting in the room was dimmed, and Alexander was standing to his right, a smirk on his face.

“Look around you.”

Dusty glanced around, and then gasped at all the wine bottles sitting on the floor, scattered around the room. He wasn’t sure what they meant, except that maybe Alexander needed to lay off of the drinking. If he had drank this much in one night…

“You just successfully navigated around the room without knocking over a single bottle, Dusty.”

“I did?” he asked in a bit of awe. Normally, he would have smashed half of them and kicked the rest halfway across the room. “How?”

“It is very simple, Dusty,” Alexander said as he shifted to stand behind Dusty, his chest touching Dusty’s back. “You lack control. You lack guidance. I am offering to guide you, to teach you about control. Are you willing to accept the offer, Dusty?”

“Do any perks come with the teaching?” Dusty curled his lips in, hoping Alexander didn’t guess what perks Dusty truly wanted. The man was amazing, spectacular, and he had a nice butt to boot. Dusty moaned when Alexander gave a tug to his braid. It made shivers race all over his body and then slam into his cock. He loved having his hair played with. His entire body tingled when someone either played with or tugged at his hair.

Alexander leaned in, a soft chuckle leaving his lips. “Oh, yes, Dusty. There are definitely very rewarding perks with this.”

To hell with it, Dusty needed to know.

“What sort of perks?” His words were breathed out more than spoken. He could only wish they were the perks Dusty only dared dream of with Alexander.

Dusty got dates. That was not the problem. That was never the problem. No, the problem was getting a second date. Once the guy saw just how clumsy Dusty was, they promised to call, but never did. He even had one guy tell him that he was too terrified to sleep with Dusty because he didn’t want to end up in traction.

He wasn’t that clumsy.

And now here he stood, the most charming, sophisticated, somewhat neurotic Alexander Sheffield, and he was living with the man. That qualified as a second date.

Didn’t it?

Dusty knew it was just work, but what if they slept together and he hurt Alexander? He was pretty sure the man would kick him out for maiming him.

But, oh, how he wanted to sleep with the man.

He just didn’t put any stock in the man wanting to keep him. He could just see Alexander kicking him out in the morning, or possibly right afterward.

He started and then leaned his butt cheeks into Alexander’s hands when the man gripped them. “Perks that both you and I could thoroughly enjoy, Dusty.”

He just bet they could.

Duty swallowed hard, his body humming with excitement, and his cock as well, as he nodded. “Perks, I like them, sir.”

Dusty moaned out a protest when Alexander pulled away. He wanted to feel those fingers gripping other parts of his body, preferably on the front side of him.

“Your first duty will be to learn meditation, Dusty.”

Okay, he wasn’t expecting that. Of all the things he could just imagine them about to engage in, meditation wasn’t even on the list. Not even at the bottom. “Meditation, sir?”

“Yes,” Alexander said as he walked around Dusty until Alexander was facing him. “You will learn to center yourself, to channel your mind.”

He was going to learn to do what?

“You will find your inner peace, Dusty. I will show you how to become more efficient, less accident prone, and with our lessons, soon you will be able to cross a room with ease.”

Dusty snorted out a laugh, stopping the giggles from passing his lips. “Good luck with that, sir.”

Alexander pressed one lean finger against Dusty’s lips, quieting him immediately. “If you believe you will fail, then you have already failed. You must believe that you can successfully navigate through a room without breaking anything, including your bones.”

Dusty wasn’t too sure about that, but he wasn’t going to tell Alexander that. The man already looked too damn intense standing there with a glint of determination in his eyes. Besides, it
would
be nice not to knock something over or fall down. Just because he was a natural-born klutz and had accepted this fact didn’t mean he liked it.

“Now, I want you to kneel on the pillow at your feet, place the palms off your hands on your thighs, and close your eyes.”

Damn, and here Dusty thought the man was going to tell him to kneel on the pillow at his feet and suck Alexander off.

Oh, well
.

Dusty dropped to his knees and winced. Maybe he should have gone a little slower…and not have missed the pillow. Reaching out, he pulled the pillow under his knees and did as Alexander had instructed. He laid his hands on his thighs, palms down, and then closed his eyes, breathing out a long breath.

He could do this.

“I want you to clear your mind, Dusty. I want you to concentrate on my voice and nothing more.”

Dusty chased away thoughts of how he was going to feed Larry and Dizzy. He chased away thoughts of quitting his courier job and trusting Alexander not to fire him. But he was hard-pressed to chase away the thoughts of how good it would feel to have Alexander fuck him to within an inch of his life. He just bet the man had a huge cock. The guy was tall enough and sinewy enough to have at least eight inches.

Eight, long, glorious—

“You are not concentrating, Dusty. Your cock has become so hard it’s turning red.”

And Alexander saying those words out loud didn’t help. Dusty had to dig his nails into his thighs in order not to grab his hard shaft and jerk the damn thing until he came all over Alexander’s meditation.

“I–I can’t concentrate, sir. Not with…” Dusty wasn’t sure how to say the words, so he just pointed down at his pecker. “This.” He hadn’t opened his eyes, but he didn’t need to in order to hear the low moan coming from Alexander.

“There will come a time when you will be able to meditate while I’m fucking you, Dusty.”

He very seriously doubted that.

“But seeing as how you are new at your lessons,” Alexander began as he slid his hand down past the waistband of Dusty’s shorts and brushed his fingertips over the head of Dusty’s cock, making his entire body lean toward the touch.

“We will need to get rid of this if we hope to continue your lesson.” There went Alexander’s deep and sultry voice again. Dusty was starting to realize that the man’s voice dipped and deepened when Alexander was aroused.

Dusty hissed as Alexander smeared the pre-cum across the head, and was damn proud of himself for still having his eyes closed.

See, he could follow directions.

Chapter 8

Alexander had to bite his lip to keep from moaning when Dusty relaxed in his arms, thrusting his hips forward at the same time. Gods, the man was just too sexy for words. The more time Alexander spent with Dusty, the more he wanted the little man, clumsiness and all.

Knowing that Dusty wanted him just as much was an added bonus, and the man couldn’t hide how much he wanted Alexander. His cock grew hard every damn time Alexander spoke. Dusty was fucking perfect.

If only he would learn to sit still.

“I want you to strip off your shorts, Dusty.”

Dusty’s face turned a little red, but he quickly wiggled out of his shorts and tossed them aside. The show he put on, the way his cock bounced around as Dusty shoved his shorts down his legs, was so good that Alexander had a hard time not creaming his slacks, which gave him an idea.

Alexander pulled the man back against his chest, cradling him between his thighs. He started lightly brushing his hands down Dusty’s naked chest, delighted that the man had gone without a shirt even if he wasn’t too happy that the delivery man had seen him dressed as he was.

“Now, concentrate, Dusty,” Alexander murmured into Dusty’s ear. “I want you to see how long you can keep your orgasm at bay.”

Dusty’s eyes snapped open. “You want me to do what?”

Alexander smirked. “I want you to learn control. One way to do that is to deny yourself.”

“You’re out of your mind.”

“Just close your eyes and concentrate, Dusty. If you can hold out for ten minutes, I’ll give you one of those perks we talked about.”

Dusty stilled. “Perk? What sort of perk?”

The corner of Alexander’s mouth curved up. He wasn’t about to tell Dusty that he planned to fuck him into the floor. The man needed to learn patience along with everything else. Alexander just hoped he had enough patience to last the whole ten minutes.

It was going to be close.

“If you really want to know, then you will have to keep from coming for ten minutes.”

“But—”

“Your choice, Dusty. This can all end right now and you can go back to your room to jerk off by yourself, or you can keep from coming for ten minutes and be rewarded. What will it be?” With the way Dusty was biting his lower lip, Alexander doubted he needed to ask.

“Just ten minutes?”

“Ten minutes, Dusty, and not a second more.”

“And all I have to do is not come?”

“That’s all.”

Dusty’s forehead wrinkled for a moment and then he nodded his head. “Okay, I’ll try, but I’m not making any promises.”

“Trying is good enough, Dusty.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Just lie back in my arms and be as still as you can, no matter what I do.”

“Do I have to be quiet?”

“No, you can make as much noise as you want.” If Alexander could survive it. “Now, close your eyes, Dusty, and lean back in my arms.”

Alexander pressed his lips together to keep from moaning as Dusty leaned back in his arms as if the man was made to be there. He was a perfect fit. Dusty’s head curled up just under Alexander’s chin, the tip of his long braid brushing against Alexander’s hand.

Gods, this was going to be rough.

Alexander curled Dusty’s braid around one hand and pulled Dusty’s head back. He leaned down and licked a small line across the seam of Dusty’s lips. Dusty started to open his mouth but then suddenly didn’t, letting his mouth go slack.

“Good boy.”

Dusty was learning.

Alexander yanked back on Dusty’s braid again, tilting his head back even more. He stroked his fingers over Dusty’s face, starting at his eyebrows and moving slowly down his nose to his lips. When he reached Dusty’s chin, Alexander pulled down until Dusty’s mouth fell open.

And then Alexander moved in for the kill. He slanted his mouth over Dusty’s, taking the kiss from sweet to passionate in a single swipe of his tongue. Dusty moaned, and Alexander could feel the man’s body tense and then relax.

He swept his tongue through Dusty’s mouth, all of the hunger he had been feeling since meeting the man coming to the forefront. Kissing the man was too simple. Alexander needed to conquer Dusty, to show him who was the Dom, and who was not.

But kissing Dusty wasn’t enough. Alexander needed to touch. He kept one hand wound in Dusty’s hair and used the other one to drive Dusty to distraction. He started with the man’s nipples. Dusty’s skin was so pale that his nipples shined pink instead of dark hued like Alexander’s nipples.