Linc rocked their bodies together in some filthy pantomime of sex like Linc was filling him up, driving into him, owning him. Wyatt whimpered, his erection jerking at the thought only to meet the unforgiving metal teeth of Linc’s zipper. He gave a shaky nod, but Linc was no longer looking at his face but at Wyatt’s leaking cock. Why was that so hot? “Oh, yeah. Youdolike that, don’t you, dirty boy? I bet I could make you come without even touching you. Hmm? Just my words? My voice? Telling you all the dirty things I’m gonna do to you?”
“Daddy…” It was a plea.
Wyatt wanted to be good, but Linc was killing him. He needed to touch him somewhere, anywhere. Every muscle in Wyatt’s body was on edge. Was he being a tease? Did Linc think he could get Wyatt so hot his body would let go… give in? Wyatt wanted that more than anything. It would be so much easier if the choice wasn’t his. But if Linc tried and Wyatt couldn’t…
Linc’s mouth grazed Wyatt’s. “Relax. I can hear you thinking from here. We’re not there yet.”
Relief and disappointment warred within him. What if they never got there? The thought of never having Linc inside him was a pit in his belly. So, he pushed it away. “Touch me, Daddy. Please?”
Linc cut his eyes to Wyatt, his expression stern. “Who makes the rules?”
Wyatt shivered. “You do, Daddy.”
Linc’s thumb slipped into Wyatt’s mouth. He sucked it without thought, relishing the roughness against his tongue and the salty tang of his skin. Everything was too much and not enough, and they hadn’t even started yet.
“Who do you belong to?” Linc asked, dragging his thumb across Wyatt’s lower lip.
Wyatt’s insides shook as he managed a breathy, “You, Daddy.”
“I’ll touch you when I’m ready. Right now, I want to look at what’s mine.”
Wyatt dug his nails into his thighs, trying to use the pain to stave off his arousal. Linc’s voice startled him. “Hands on the headboard. If you move them, I’ll tie you to the bed and you will not like what happens after that. Understand?”
As soon as his hands hit the headboard, Linc was on him. There was no rhyme or reason, no rhythm to his assault. Linc would kiss the delicate skin behind his ear, then bite his lobe hard enough to make him whine. He’d dip his tongue into the hollow of Wyatt’s throat only to scrape his teeth across Wyatt’s nipples, leaving Wyatt keening. It was a full-on assault of Wyatt’s senses as Linc touched him everywhere but where he needed it most.
“Daddy. Oh, God. Please, just… please… please… I need…”
Linc kissed him, fucking his tongue into Wyatt’s mouth. “Shh, baby. Daddy knows what you need.”
Then Linc was no longer above him but between his splayed legs, pushing his knees up to his chest. Wyatt wailed as Linc’s tongue ran along the underside of his cock before sucking the tip between his lips. His hands flailed as pleasure ripped through him, but he slapped them back against the headboard. “I’m sorry, Daddy. Please don’t stop. Please. I’m sorry.”
Linc did stop though. Wyatt couldn’t help his sob of frustration. Then Linc’s palms were gripping his ass, spreading him. Wyatt’s eyes flew open, panic seizing his heart. “Wait!”
Linc froze. “Color?”
Wyatt frowned at the word. Color? Color? Color! He didn’t really want Linc to wait. He didn’t know what he wanted. “Gr-green,” he stuttered out. “Green. So green. Green means go. Go!”
Once again that maddening chuckle and then Linc’s tongue swept over that tight ring of muscle. Wyatt’s hips jerked upward in surprise. How the fuck did that feel so good? How had he not known that it would? His hands fisted in his own hair and he prayed Linc didn’t care about the headboard anymore because Wyatt needed to hold on to something, even if it was only himself.
Linc’s tongue laved over Wyatt’s hole in broad sweeping strokes and tiny darting movements. If Wyatt still had any sense of reason, the noises pouring from his lips would have humiliated the fuck out of him, but he didn’t care. He didn’t care about anything but Linc’s fingertips digging into his hips hard enough to leave bruises and Linc’s wicked mouth and sinful tongue working against him again and again. “Please, Daddy.”
“Don’t you come until I say.”
Wyatt sobbed, his hands twisting the pillows, his hips working himself against Linc’s perfect fucking tongue. “Please, I can’t.”
“You will.” With those words, Linc sucked Wyatt’s cock into the tight heat of his mouth and Wyatt couldn’t hold back any longer, coming down Linc’s throat without warning. Waves of ecstasy broke over him until his vision tunneled and he lost himself in a perfect nothingness.
When he opened his eyes Linc straddled Wyatt’s chest, one hand gripping the headboard and the other fisting his cock. “Open your mouth. I wanna dirty up that angel face.”
Wyatt stuck out his tongue, gaze riveted on Linc as he lost himself in chasing his own pleasure, his mouth slack and body rigid. It was the hottest thing Wyatt had ever witnessed and if his cock could have rallied, it would have. Linc grunted, his abdominal muscles flexing as he curled forward. Wyatt closed his eyes as the first splashes of cum hit his face and tongue, Linc shuddering above him. Wyatt supposed he should feel dirty, but he didn’t. He felt wanted and safe and he didn’t care if that was wrong or weird.
Linc’s mouth found his in a dirty kiss. “You didn’t wait for permission, bad boy. Now I have to punish you.”
“Sorry, Daddy,” Wyatt said, unable to help the satisfied smile spreading across his sticky face.
Linc laughed. “No, you’re not… but you will be.”
By the time Linc went to clean Wyatt up, the boy was Jell-O. He allowed Linc to pull him to his feet and guide him into the bathroom, standing by silently while Linc turned on the shower and waited for the water to heat. Once under the spray, Wyatt swayed on his feet, lids at half-mast. Linc gently washed his face with a washcloth before turning him toward the spray. As Linc set about working shampoo through Wyatt’s curls, he gave a contented sigh, leaning his back against Linc’s chest.
