Another gust of wind comes, reminding me we’re very much in the elements with dropping temperatures. As much as I’d love to suck his cock all night and day, I have to make this quick. I’ll draw it out next time. Maybe even make him beg to come.
Excited at the idea, I go all in on bringing his body pleasure. My tongue laps at him as I suck with every ounce of energy I have in me.
Twitching legs and broken cries from my boy make me feel as if I’m doing a damn good job. I smile around his cock as I go in for the kill.
I release hold of his leg with one hand, then cup his balls firmly. My cheeks cave as I swallow around his crown with my nose buried into the soft curls of his groin.
“Daddy!” he cries as his cock pulses against my tongue. I swallow down every drop he gives me, happy to know I’ve brought him the pleasure he deserves.
My boy will never wonder if I want him. He’ll never question just how desperate I am to make him feel good every chance I get. It’s going to be a battle not to do this all day every day.
Can I run my company with him in my office? Maybe blow jobs between meetings will make me more efficient. It’s a ludicrous idea, yet I know I’m already going to find a way to get him up there with me as often as possible.
I don’t pull back until I feel him slump against the seat. Only then do I release him from my mouth, letting him drop to his lap as I stare up at him.
“Daddy.” This time, it’s with a sound of wonder that he says my title.
I run my hand over his jaw, far happier than I’ve been in ages. When he shivers beneath my touch, I’m reminded of our situation and the worsening weather.
Tugging up his pants, I shake my head. “Look at what you’ve done to Daddy, Eddie Baby. Made me so hungry for you I didn’t even make it inside.”
He giggles like I hoped he would, all while moving his body to help me get him dressed. The minute he’s covered enough, I tug him into my arms, one arm under his ass and the other at the back of his neck. I use my foot to shut the door and then we’re moving toward the porch.
Eddie remains quiet as I unlock the door and get us inside. It’s only when I move to the bedroom that his voice comes back.
“Wow! So pretty.” He wiggles until I ease him down. Immediately, his hands run over the curtains hanging along the bedposts. “Princess bed, Daddy.”
At his bright gaze, I smile. “It does look like a princess bed, doesn’t it?”
I make a mental note to tell Davies about my boy’s opinion on the matter. He’ll be amused, I’m sure. Then again, he’ll also be happy for me. He’s known for a while now how obsessed I am with Eddie. Though he’s encouraged me to say something, I remind him that he’s got his own relationship desires he won’t pursue. Hypocrite.
Eddie’s voice brings me back to the moment. “Hungry, Daddy,” he tells me while patting his belly.
I’d meant for us to come inside and continue exploring one another’s bodies. Looks like I won’t get the chance just yet. If my boy is hungry, then I need to take care of him before we do anything else.
“Let’s get that tummy filled up then. Who wants a ride to the kitchen?”
He gives me a quizzical look until I turn around and kneel. I feel his little body climb on my back as his arms lace around my neck.
“Ride! Ride!” He jerks against me, a lightness to his voice that’s been missing since I didn’t react kindly in the town earlier tonight.
I take off at a slight gallop as I move through the cabin. If anyone saw me now, they’d marvel at how a billionaire CEO can do something so silly. Good thing we’re alone. I have no desire to explain our relationship to anyone. It’s ours and ours alone.
Once we’re in the kitchen, I ease his butt onto the counter, then spin to pin him in place. “What does my boy want? I’ve got mostly big food, but there might be something frozen that’s Little enough.”
He nods, pointing to the fridge and freezer off to the side. I step away, opening the freezer portion to reveal stacks of bags. There are nuggets, fish sticks, mozzarella sticks, pizza pockets, and some ice cream.
I should have known Davies would have this place stocked at all times for some little treats. The man is meticulous about this stuff. It’s partly why we get along so well. Granted, most of his focus goes to his job, just like mine does to the company I run. However, we can both agree there is a balance that comes with Daddy/little dynamics that our attention to detail thrives on.
“Do you want nuggets, fish sticks, or pizza?” I ask him.
He nods, as if he’ll get all three. I shake my head, then pull out the fish sticks since I know it’s the one he likes best. I’ve known him long enough to be sure of that much.
His little feet kick happily as I preheat the oven and lay out a slew of the frozen pieces on the tray. I work quickly to get it cooking before I settle back between his legs.
“What do you want to do while we wait?”
“Cuddles,” he answers immediately.
