I had thought about it. A lot. Hell, I hadn’t stopped thinking about it. “Yeah. I’d like to try. I like you and I want this.”
“I don’t want to be an experiment.” Tears welled up in his eyes. Fuck, I couldn’t win.
I pulled him close, wrapping my arms around him. “I don’t see it that way. Everything about you excites me. You’re fucking adorable and nothing about you—even being a little—scares me. Besides, every relationship is a leap of faith at every stage. Isn’t it?”
He shrugged, but at least he didn’t pull away. “We’ll see. But if we move into this realm, and you don’t like it, you haveto promise you won’t ditch me and throw me off the Sage promotions. That’s more important.”
“Absolutely.” I had no intentions of either of those things happening. “Promise.”
“Pinky swear?” He held up his pinky finger.
I grabbed it with mine. “Pinky swear.”
And Joey smiled. A smile like I hadn’t seen before. So cute. I wanted to put that smile on his face every day. “Can I kiss you?”
“Can I call you Daddy?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, Daddy. Kiss me.”
I swear I felt fire rushing through my veins from pressing our lips together alone. I slid my tongue in, wanting more, wanting everything, from him. He didn’t disappoint me. He tried to straddle my lap, but it wasn’t working on this small chair.
“Let’s go to the living room.” I stood, holding his hand, and walked him inside to the big couch. I knew how comfortable it was, having gone to the showroom to pick it out, but I hadn’t had the opportunity to get on it with someone else yet.
I stretched out lengthwise on my back and let him crawl over me. He leaned down, propping himself up on the arm, and kissed me. “You’re a good kisser, Daddy.”
“Thanks. So are you. Kiss me again.”
He smiled, let out a cute chuckle, then pressed his lips against mine. I flicked my tongue against his mouth, and he hummed as he opened for me. I slid in against his tongue, tangling them together until he pulled back.
I rubbed my hands up and down his back. “What do you want, Joey?”
He sucked his bottom lip between his teeth on one side. “Umm…”
“All you have to do is ask.”
Joey huffed. “I don’t wanna ask. I want you to be the daddy.”
“Well then, pouty boy. How about this? Take of your shirt.”
He pulled the T-shirt over his head, dumped it on the floor beside the couch, and looked at me, waiting for more.
I rubbed his stomach and chest before flicking one of his pert nipples. He made a squeaky noise, so I did it again. Then I leaned forward and mouthed over his stomach. He was obviously getting hard, making his jeans uncomfortable.
“Stand up and take your pants off.”
He stood and played with the button for a minute. “Can’t get it, Daddy. Help me?”
“Come here.” I sat up and maneuvered him in front of me. I unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, then helped pull them down as he wiggled out of them. He wore a jockstrap underneath. “This comes off, too.”
“Okay, Daddy.”
He stood there with pants and a jock around his ankles, looking utterly delicious. His cock jutted out, hard and long, and his balls were already pulled up tight to his body. It probably wouldn’t take him long to come. “Daddy wants to taste you.” I pulled him closer and scooted to the edge of the couch.
I licked over the pinkish head of his cock, and he giggled. “Tickles, Daddy.”
Chuckling wickedly, I did it again before sucking him down to the back of my throat. And promptly gagging.
