Brats in Training 3: Dangerous Dusty by Stormy Glenn

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.
    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