Jude’s eyebrows rose as he attempted to look up when he nodded. Dribble leaked from the corner of his mouth, and I caught them with my tongue. Wanting more pressure on my cock, I slid my third finger inside his mouth alongside my stiff shaft, silky from his saliva.
Jude tried to pull out. “No, baby. Can you take two fingers while you suck me?”
Another nod.
I inserted another, and I was surprised at how erotic he looked with his mouth stretched wide and handling my fingers. After a few moments, I backed out and withdrew my fingers for him to take in air. I wasn’t through with him yet and gave him just the head of my cock, watching hungrily as he tongued the slit. “You’re learning, baby. Feels good when you rub over my slit.” But then I came up with another idea.
“Get up baby and climb onto the bed.”
“Did I do something wrong?”
“No, not at all.” I grabbed two packets of lube from my jeans pocket and quickly divested myself from my clothes. Stretching my legs out in a half-sitting position, I said. “Straddle me with your ass to my face.” As soon as he was in position, I said. “Take me in again, baby. Suck on my dick like you’re sucking from a straw.”
Apparently, the analogy helped him understand the pressure I needed but not before he rubbed his mouth across my crown, sucking and licking, alternating with pushing the tip of his tongue into my slit. Teasing the millimeter opening and making me groan and grunt, pleasure overtook the discomfort by a mile. My baby slut was a fast learner. He began sucking like his life depended on it, bobbing his head at a steady pace.
I adjusted myself so his crease was right on my face, then I started slow and easy, sucking a trail of kisses around his pink, puckered hole, leaving a few hickeys on his ass that made him squirm. Then I spread his cheeks apart with my thumbs and his head jerked up.
Jude twisted, looking over his shoulder. “I want to see you spear me, Daddy.”
“Christ, baby, I’m definitely going to introduce you to kinks you’ve never heard of.”
And then I licked a long stripe the length of his taint and dove in, plundering his opening with my tongue as deep as it could go. I wiggled it inside him and when the tip stroked over his prostate, he pushed against me, moaning and grumbling. And then he went back to my cock, slurping and stroking the underside with his tongue in rapid movements, as if watching me fuck his hole was a complete turn on for him.
He groaned and whined when I stopped eating him but when I thrust three fingers in, he rocked himself on them, never missing a beat, sucking my cock so far down his throat that his lips touched my pubes. “Fuck baby. You gonna come when I tell you to?”
“Yes, Daddy…” he slurped around my cock.
I sat back to get a better angle to fuck him with my fingers. With my arm around him, I pulled him into me and at the same time, I finger fucked him. With my other hand, I took hold of his cock, the length of it dripping with pre-cum.
“Harder, baby. Choke on Daddy’s cock.” Sweat and cum pooled on my belly, the sight bringing me closer to the edge as my balls tightened and triggered a buzz of lightheadedness. I stroked his sweet spot over and over, which kept him on the edge of insane bliss and had Jude sputtering a string of nonsensical words and mewls as he fisted the bed covers.
Suddenly, I lifted him up by the waist and ordered, “Turn around.” I didn’t want his back to me when he orgasmed. I needed him to face me, to remember this moment and this night that could be the end or the beginning for us.
“But Daddy…” was all he got out. Gripping his nape, I crushed my mouth on his in a soul-searching kiss as I palmed our cocks and slid them together with us both rocking our hips furiously, the air being punched out of our lungs untilJude cried, “Daddy… oh, sshhiit... Daddy…” And then he came, bracing himself on my legs as cum shot from his slit rapid fire.
I followed immediately, the intensity of my orgasm barreling through me as I unloaded spurt after spurt, mixing my cum with his. My body shook with powerful spasms. Needing Jude close, I yanked him onto my chest, holding him tight, as if he was going to run again. Shot with emotion, I bit into his neck, sucking a bruise that would last the duration of his stay with Frank so that every time he thought of leaving me, he’d see my mark as a reminder of who and what he’d be leaving behind.
We came down slowly from our orgasms. Jude’s head was on my shoulder, neither of us seeming to mind the sticky, sweaty linens smelling of cum and sex. “Are you good,tesoro?”
Jude nestled closer. “Very, good, Daddy.”
I pushed back his damp hair and pressed a lingering kiss on his forehead. “I thought maybe after we shower, we can have an early dinner. Then later, watch the sunset from the rooftop.”
Jude twisted so he was half lying on top of me. Regret, doubt, and a myriad of other unreadable emotions marred his angelic expression. “If you hadn’t come after me, I would’ve kept running.”
“I know,tesoro. But like I said, I won’t come after you a second time. Do you believe me?”
“Yes,” he said, his fraught tone seemingly an acceptance of my statement. “I also didn’t want to stop calling you Daddy. But I’d run off and… calling you Daddy is a sign of our commitment. But being with you now, I realized you’ll always be my Daddy.”
His lips were red and puffy from our lovemaking, and so edible. I licked and nibbled, rubbing my beard over his bare skin before kissing behind his ear. “I love you,tesoro.” I continued on to his sleek, creamy throat. “I want to leave marks all over you.” I rubbed my thumb in the dip between his neck and his shoulder, and he arched so gracefully, seemingly an invitation for me toleave another hickey. “Do you like Daddy marking you, baby? Because you’re right, I’m your Daddy no matter what the future holds.”
“Yes, Daddy, I want to see your marks in the mirror, reminding me of you,” he said, echoing my own sentiment.
“Then let me hear you moan, baby.” Growling, I held him still with my hand on his nape. I raised droplets of blood with the force of my bite and kept sucking and licking until I’d absorbed the blood and his skin was stained with the effect of my desire to own him—forever.
Jude touched the spot where the hickey was, then asked, “Are you not going to come inside me, Daddy?”
I caressed his face. “Later,tesoro. When I was driving here, Artemis called me.” I hadn’t planned to tell Jude until he chose me or the open road, but I didn’t want to keep any secrets. Jude and I had to trust each other to be honest. Plus, knowing that I would be in Italy for maybe a year, Mamma might let it slip. Like me, Italy was her true home even if neither of us had lived there full time for years.
