Chapter 1: Midnight Mischief
I’ve always been a bit of a rebel, a tomboy through and through, with a body carved from years of roughhousing and hard work. At 38, my muscles are still taut, my skin sun-kissed and scarred from a life lived loud. But there’s something about my sweet little femboy, Kael, that softens me in ways I never thought possible. He’s 24, all delicate angles and porcelain skin, with a face so gorgeous it could stop traffic. And right now, he’s asleep in my bed, looking like a damn angel, his lips parted just enough to let out the softest little breaths.
I’m standing over him, my heart pounding with a wicked kind of thrill. I’m bare-ass naked, fresh from a shower, but I’ve got a naughty itch I can’t scratch any other way. I know he’s obsessed with cleanliness—hell, he’s got a whole skincare routine longer than my workout playlist. If he knew what I’m about to do, he’d probably shriek and douse himself in sanitizer. But that’s exactly why this is so damn hot. It’s my dirty little secret, and the thought of him being none the wiser sends a shiver straight down to my core.
I lower myself slowly, my muscular ass hovering just above his pretty face. I’m careful, oh so careful, not to wake him. My thighs tremble with the effort of holding myself up, but the risk is worth it. I let out a tiny, silent puff of air—a sneaky little fart that I know he won’t smell in his sleep. The sheer audacity of it makes my skin tingle, a smirk curling my lips. I grind my hips just a fraction, rubbing my bare ass against the edge of his cheek, feeling the heat of his breath against me. God, if he only knew.
“You’re too damn cute for your own good, pretty boy,” I mutter under my breath, knowing he can’t hear me. “Bet you’d lose your mind if you caught me pulling this stunt.”
I stifle a laugh, the thrill building in my chest. I can’t help myself—I let out another, this time a loud, bubbly fart that echoes in the quiet room. My heart stops for a second, eyes darting to his face. But he doesn’t stir. Not a single flutter of those long lashes. My nipples harden instantly, poking out like little bullets under the cool air. The rush of getting away with it is intoxicating. I grind harder, my ass pressing more firmly against his face, the friction sending sparks through me. I’m getting wet just thinking about how clueless he is, how I’m marking him in the most primal, secret way.
Finally, I pull myself away, my body buzzing with adrenaline. I slip into my own bed across the room, my mind still racing with the memory of his face beneath me. I drift off with a satisfied grin, knowing I’ve got a secret he’ll never uncover.
Morning comes too soon, and I’m woken by the sound of Kael’s soft giggles. He’s already up, bouncing around the room in one of his oversized pastel sweaters, looking like a goddamn cupcake. His hair’s a mess, but somehow it just makes him cuter. He doesn’t have a clue what I did last night, and that ignorance is making my pulse race all over again.
“Morning, babe!” he chirps, spinning around to face me with a grin that could melt steel. “Did you sleep okay? You look... I dunno, extra smug today.”
I stretch, letting my toned arms flex as I sit up, a sly smirk playing on my lips. “Oh, I slept like a queen, sweetheart. Had the best damn dreams. How ‘bout you? Sleep tight with that pretty face of yours?”
He blushes, fiddling with the hem of his sweater. “Yeah, I guess. Though I woke up feeling... weirdly warm. You didn’t crank the heat last night, did you?”
I bite back a laugh, leaning forward so my tank top dips just enough to show off my cleavage. “Nah, must’ve been all that hotness you’re packing, babe. You’re a walking furnace.”
He rolls his eyes, but the pink on his cheeks deepens. “Oh, shut up, Riley. You’re such a tease. Bet you were up all night plotting ways to mess with me.”
If only he knew. I stand up, closing the distance between us, towering over his petite frame. I ruffle his hair, my voice dropping to a husky purr. “You’ve got no idea, pretty boy. I’ve got all kinds of tricks up my sleeve. Stick around, and I might just show you.”
His eyes widen, a nervous little laugh escaping him as he steps back. “You’re trouble, you know that? Big, scary, sexy trouble.”
“Damn right I am,” I growl, giving him a playful swat on the ass as he scurries away, giggling. My eyes linger on him, my mind already wandering back to last night. I can still feel the heat of his breath on my skin, the rush of getting away with something so filthy. And as I watch him flit around, oblivious, I know I’m not done playing my games. Not by a long shot. I’m already dripping with anticipation for the next round, imagining how I’ll have him panting and sweating beneath me, my body taking control in ways he’ll never see coming. Tonight, I’m gonna push it further—maybe I’ll wake him up with something a little more... direct. Something involving my hands, my mouth, and that gorgeous cock of his, hard and begging for me. But for now, I’ll keep my secret, letting it simmer until I’m ready to explode.
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