“You came without permission.”
Linc’s words were ice water dumped over his head. Wyatt glared at Linc, trying to kill him with his thoughts. Linc seemed unfazed. “Don’t pout. I warned you there’d be consequences.”
Wyatt contemplated kicking Linc in the balls, consequences or not. He hadn’t known it was possible to be this horny and this enraged at the same time. “I’m not pouting.”
“Tell that to your bottom lip,” Linc teased, leaning down to bite Wyatt’s pushed-out lower lip before pulling him to his feet.
He had a right to pout, he assured himself. His balls ached and his cock was hard enough to break a window, yet some stupid part of him was still desperate to please his Daddy. If Linc wanted to punish him, Wyatt couldn’t stop him, but that didn’t mean he had to be happy about it. He was the opposite of happy and it was his right to behave accordingly.
He side-stepped Linc, hitting him with the most frigid look he could muster. “Fine, then I’ll just go take a cold shower…Linc.”
Using Linc’s name was petty, but it gave him a small measure of satisfaction as he sauntered past. Linc caught him by the upper arm, his other hand swatting Wyatt’s backside twice. He bit his lip to keep from moaning, even as his cock leaked, betraying him. Linc spun him back around. “If you need to shower, you can shower with me so I can keep an eye on you. I won’t have you getting yourself off all alone in there.”
“I wouldn’t,” Wyatt fumed.
Linc snickered. “Oh, you would. Instead, I think you should get on your knees and blow me.”
Wyatt glowered at him. “Oh, do you?”
Linc smirked. “Mm-hmm. Right now.”
Wyatt cocked his head to the side, lips pursed. “No.”
“Are you disobeying me again?” Linc questioned, threading a hand in Wyatt’s hair, forcing his head back.
Why did he like this so much?“I’m already being punished. What does it matter?”
Linc grinned, stepping into Wyatt’s space, pressing kisses into his throat and along his jaw. “Do you think I can’t make it worse? I could bend you over this bed and spank your bottom until it’s raw, jerk myself off while I tell you all the things I would’ve done to you if you’d just behaved, put your cock in a cage, make sure you don’t come again for a week, maybe more. Is that what you want? Me, using you for only my benefit? That doesn’t sound like much fun for you.”
Wyatt’s nipples tingled, every nerve ending on alert. Was this a negotiation tactic? “So, if I blow you, you’ll let me come?”
Once more that maddening chuckle as Linc ran his hand over Wyatt’s ass, squeezing tight. “Oh, no. Is that what you thought? No. You’ll blow me because you want to make me happy and you agreed to my rules. I’m going to bring you to the edge of orgasm as many times as I please throughout the day until I feel you’ve learned your lesson. Then, if you’re a very good boy at this party tonight, I will bring you home, tie you up, spread you open and eat you out until you beg me to let you come.”
Wyatt went light-headed at the thought. If Linc wasn’t careful, Wyatt was going to orgasm right there on the spot, untouched. That would show him. “Then I can come?”
Linc kissed him, tongue darting into his mouth before he dragged his lips to Wyatt’s ear. “The only way you’re going to come again is with my fingers in your ass, so I guess that’s up to you.”
Wyatt had never wanted anything so much in his whole life. He rubbed himself against Linc’s jean-clad thigh, moaning like a porn star at the perfect friction until Linc swatted his behind once more. “Stop that.”
“Then stop talking,” Wyatt whined.
“Then get on your knees and do as you’re told.”
Wyatt dropped to the floor before him, staring up at Linc, expression sullen.
“Color,” Linc murmured, already undoing his jeans.
“Green,” Wyatt grumbled.
Linc fisted his hand in Wyatt’s hair, tapping the head of his cock against Wyatt’s lips. “Green what, brat?”
“Green, Daddy,” Wyatt murmured, opening his mouth for Linc.
“Suck Daddy’s cock like a good boy.”
Wyatt didn’t blow Linc so much as allow Linc to use him as a fuck toy, his hands knotted in Wyatt’s curls as he fucked his way into Wyatt’s mouth over and over until tears leaked from his eyes and his jaw and knees ached, and Wyatt could do nothing but grip Linc’s hips for stability.
“Yeah, that’s my good boy. You love this, don’t you? You love Daddy using that smart mouth of yours.” Wyatt could only moan. He did love it. He loved being good for his Daddy, loved being used for Linc’s pleasure, wanted how much Linc wanted him and only him. “That’s it. Take Daddy’s cock, my sweet boy. My sweet, perfect boy.”
