He swore Linc chuckled before he delivered another three slaps. “How about now?”
Wyatt wiped his face against his forearm, bracing it against the door. His limbs felt heavy and numb. “Yes,” he mumbled.
The barest hint of a slap had Wyatt hissing. “How do you address me?”
“Sir?”
“Wrong answer,” Linc growled. “You know what I am. Say it.”
“Daddy,” Wyatt whispered, every nerve ending standing at attention. “Yes, Daddy.”
Linc’s lips grazed Wyatt’s throat, his teeth tugging his earlobe. “Good boy. Kiss me.”
Wyatt turned his head, crushing his lips against Linc’s, kissing him like he held the cure for whatever poison had infected Wyatt. Linc spun him around, shoving him against the door, before finding Wyatt’s mouth once more. He melted against him, letting Linc explore.
When Linc finally wrapped a hand around Wyatt’s cock, he sobbed. Linc’s thumb swiped over the tip and Wyatt moaned into his mouth. Even with the copious amount of pre-cum leaking, Linc’s hand was a punishing dry friction that had Wyatt whining. He could only bury his face against Linc’s throat, holding on as his knees buckled. “You want to come, sweet boy?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Then you should learn to do what you’re told the first time.”
Linc’s hand disappeared and Wyatt keened, both relieved and disappointed. “Please, Daddy,” he begged, his lips still against Linc’s throat.
“Look at me.”
Wyatt pulled back, dragging his gaze upward until he was staring up into Linc’s stern face. He cupped Wyatt’s cheeks, wiping his tears away with his thumbs. “Say it again.”
“Please, Daddy,” Wyatt begged, meaning every word.
“On your knees.” Wyatt dropped so fast he was sure he’d regret it tomorrow. “Eyes on me.”
Wyatt’s gaze locked on Linc. He pulled his cock out with one hand, the other hand braced on the doorframe above Wyatt’s head. Linc’s cock was perfection: thick, cut, and leaking pre-cum. Wyatt wanted to taste it, to feel the heavy weight of it on his tongue. But he didn’t dare. “Don’t you dare touch yourself until I say,” Linc snarled, working his hand faster.
Wyatt whimpered. He wanted to come so bad, but he wanted to touch Linc more. He wanted to wrap his hand around the velvet length and run his tongue along the thick vein that ran underneath. He wanted to be the one making Linc breathless.
“You can touch yourself, but don’t you dare come until I tell you.”
Wyatt was almost afraid to do as Linc commanded; he was far too close. This was all too much. He bit down on his bottom lip, moaning as his hand wrapped around his aching erection. The base of his spine was tingly and hot, and he didn’t stroke himself so much as squeeze, attempting to stop the orgasm threatening to engulf him.
“Open your mouth.”
Wyatt did as he was told, tipping his head back and sticking out his tongue. Linc made a choked-off noise and then his cum was painting Wyatt’s face, the bitter tang coating his lips. He swallowed it down, his eyes pleading with unspoken words.
“Now you can come.”
It only took two strokes and Wyatt was spilling over his fist, his toes curling as waves of ecstasy crashed over him and his brain fell temporarily offline.
Wyatt was crashing. Linc watched the endorphin rush ebb, leaving the boy dazed and listless. “Come on.”
He tugged Wyatt to his feet, pushing open his bedroom door and leading him inside. Wyatt didn’t fight him when he settled him in bed or when Linc brought a warm washcloth and gently cleaned the evidence of their hallway escapade from Wyatt’s skin. He left Wyatt long enough to grab some water and other provisions before returning to the room and locking the door behind him. Linc’s self-preservation instincts were finally kicking in somewhat now that he’d defiled Wyatt in the middle of the hallway in broad daylight.
If your self-preservation instincts were really kicking in, you’d turn and walk away right now, a voice nagged.
Whatever. He’d berate himself over it later. For now, he needed to take care of Wyatt, who had curled himself into a tight ball in the center of the mattress and was doing his best to convince Linc he was asleep. He sat, bracing himself against the headboard before easily maneuvering Wyatt, arranging him so his back was to Linc’s chest, his head resting against his shoulder. “Drink this.”
Wyatt gave a sleepy laugh. “Tell the truth. You have stock in this bottled water company, don’t you?”
Linc grinned despite himself. “Yep. Can’t babysit ungrateful brats forever, can I? I’m alreadyso old.”
