“I’m not on the bed.”
“You put me on the bed.”
“There’s another rule,” I said, a smirk widening across my lips. “No talking back when you’re on the bed.”
He lay back again, wiggling himself in place. “I would get up, but it’s too nice.”
I sat on the bed, and he immediately sprang into action, his hands under my T-shirt, trying to pull it over my head. It wasn’t going to happen that easily, though. I took my shoes off, then my socks... slowly, measured, teasing him although we didn’t have time to tease. In fact, we were practically being timed.
“Can I leave another mark?” he asked. “I just want something to suck.”
“Oh, you’ve got a naughty tongue, little one,” I said. “Only if I get to give you one in return.” I gave in, removing my apron and in turn giving in to his help removing my clothes.
His hands were all excited, scrambling across my body, going through my chest hair, and even giving it a gentle tug and pull like he was making sure it was real. “I have ideas on where I want to bite next,” he said.
“You’ve got fangs all of a sudden, huh?” I asked, removing his apron and beginning to get him undressed at the same time. “As long as you give those little bites some big kisses.”
His lips went to my arms, kissing them as I was moving to pull his T-shirt up over his head. It wasn’t like he was trying to undress himself, and I didn’t want him to either. This was part of the fun for me, removing his clothes, making sure he didn’t have to move a muscle. I was taking charge and taking care of every single one of his needs.
Naked together on the bed, we got comfy in the center of it where there was a natural pit helping out bodies slope together. The mattress was a little old, being the one I’d brought with me from my apartment. I hadn’t thought I’d be sharing it with someone so soon, but he really didn’t mind, using it as a means to cling to me.
“You’ve had all your fun now,” I said, looking at my arm and seeing a couple of teeth marks with some darkened spots. “Now I need to put my mark on you.”
Leo nodded, all excited with his big eyes, hungry for what was about to come his way. “Please, Daddy. What are you going to do to me?”
“On your stomach,” I commanded him. “I know the perfect place to mark you.”
He flopped onto his front and raised his ass, almost like he knew that’s where I was going, before he wiggled it and humped the duvet comforter.
Between his legs, I positioned myself, gently spreading his cheeks and watching as he puckered his hole for me. “Relax,” I whispered. I didn’t know which cheek I wanted the most, but I also didn’t have to decide. I could go for both. So I did, leaving two hickeys that turned his soft pale skin into an inkblot test. I pushed his cheeks together, wondering if they were symmetrical. “How does it feel to know you won’t see these?”
He wiggled his bum up slightly. “I can look in a mirror.”
“These are just for Daddy to see.”
“That’s not fair. I wanna see.”
“Maybe I’ll let you look at them in a mirror if you’re a good boy.”
Twisting his torso to look at me, he wore his signature pout. “I am a good boy, I promise.” His eyes darted to my dick, which had hardened into a curve resting below my belly button. He’d brushed passed it with his knee and arms a couple of times. Not outright touching me, but like he waited for permission, which was nice but it felt teasing.
“How?”
“Well, the next thing I want to suck won’t leave a mark.”
“Then suck it.”
Leo turned his entire body while I was still on his legs. I hadn’t noticed how flexible he was, and I was impressed. “In my mouth, then,” he said, lying back on the pillow and opening his mouth.
He wanted me to fuck his face, and who was I to refuse such a request. The moment I pressed my cock to his lips, Leo couldn’t help himself, taking it from me and directing it into his mouth until I was fucking into his throat. His hands moved around my waist, then lower to my ass where he started pulling me down onto him. He moaned on it, with barely any gag reflex.
I leaned back to slowly pull out and look at his face. “You’re gonna make me come,” I told him.
“Was I that good?” he asked, wiping the saliva from his mouth.
“Better than good.”
“So, I’m a good boy.”
