“What are you thinking?” I whispered.
“Lots of things, Sir.” His voice was just as quiet. And even though I had told him already once today he no longer needed to call me Sir, he still did.
“Wanna share?” I wasn’t going to press him too hard. Little pokes here and there to bring him out of his comfort zone were needed, but today wasn’t the day. He needed rest, and time to know he was safe with me.
When I thought I knew the answer, as the boy didn’t speak anything for a few good minutes, he did, in fact, speak. The words were slow and well thought out. I didn’t care if his voice was scratchy from the abuse he suffered; I cherished each word he graced me with each and every time.
“You’re different.” Another long pause. “I like you. You aren’t mean. You treat me nicely. And…” a deep breath. “I want more kisses.”
“Oh?” That, I wasn’t expecting him to admit.
“Can I have them?”
“Kisses?” I had to clarify.
He nodded against my chest just slightly.
“I’d give you almost anything you want in this world, Dakota. You have certainly earned more than just a few kisses.”
“No one did that before.” He moved to look at me, placing his chin on my chest. If I hadn’t known the drug had taken effect, his eyes would have told the truth. They were glossy, a bit red from his crying attack earlier. But still beautiful.
I couldn’t stop the tender smile that reached my eyes as I cupped the side of his face.
“You can.”
He stared at me for a good minute, his eyes bouncing between mine as he debated with himself. When he figured out what he wanted, he took in a deep breath and gave himself a nod.
I waited him out, not sure what he could possibly be debating over in that head of his.
When he finally did move, I stayed as still as I possibly could. I didn’t want to freak him out, and I sure as heck didn’t want to make him lose track of whatever his mission was.
Soon, his lips met mine. Soft, a bit dry, they pressed against my own. He pulled back, his eyes looking at my lips for half a second before he did it again. This time, he stayed there. Knowing exactly what he needed and wanted, I deepened the kiss.
With my hand still on his cheek, my other hand went up to his hair, not pulling or pushing him one way or another as our lips parted simultaneously.
Slowly, like the first, I let our tongues meet.
Too soon, I had to pull back, and Dakota let me. With wide eyes, he just watched me, panting just slightly.
“Wow.”
Wow indeed. Instead of saying anything, I moved some of the stray hairs behind his ear and let him see how happy I truly was.
There were a thousand things I wanted to say, but none of it could be said. I didn’t want to put thoughts like that in this boy’s head.
“Yep. I like kisses.” With that, he gave me a pleased smile and laid his head back down on my chest.
How had no one kissed this boy before? I would certainly show him how much pleasure I could give him. Cuddles, and love, and all contentment were everything he’d ever need.
“No one’s ever sucked me. Men like that. Would I like it?”
I coughed, not expecting that question. “Uh…I’ve never done it.”
“Oh.” He paused, shifting so he could glance up at me again. “Why?”
When he settled again, it was my turn to shift. I grabbed the blanket I had over the back of the couchand fought to cover us both. It was more for comfort than a need, but I wasn’t the only one that needed it.
To answer his question, I started off with the whole truth. “I just haven’t. My partners haven’t wanted me to.” Given the few guys I had fooled around with were from my high school days. “Technically, I haven’t done a whole lot. My work took the most of my time.”
