“Come on,” I said. “Stack them.”
He giggled. “I wish I had a phone.”
I screwed my eyes harder to see stars. “You’ll get plenty of time in the future, just do what you want to do already.”
Every touch of my cock had me trying harder not to react. He finally pushed it through one of the ring donuts, and licked it, probably the sugar residue. He was making ithardfor me. I didn’t know what else to do but grab the back of his head the moment the sensation of his tongue was on my cock, I thrust my hops up and smashed my cock right into his face. It was instantly hard, ripping through the center of the donut. Artemis gagged on my cock, mixed with the donut, he was happy enough to keep going.
He licked his lips, his eyes pink from watering at having my dick pulsing in his mouth. “Now I can do it hard,” he said.
“Do what hard?” I asked, my eyes hurting from all the time they’d been screwed shut.
“Stack the donuts.” He gestured to the box.
Each donut wasn’t able to go right over my dick, instead they tore in the middle, splitting as he pushed them down to my base. He managed to get three on there. The fourth one covered my tip, which he couldn’t help immediately mash hisface against. Flattening the donuts against the base of my cock, he was able to stack more of them. His face, my cock, it was all sticky and covered in pink icing sugar. I didn’t mind it, because I knew he was more than eager to do his best work and clean it off for me.
“I don’t think I can eat them all,” he said, looking up at me from between my legs, his tongue stained pink from all the donuts. I guess this was his way of consuming as much sugar as possible before we were too back to Sanctum.
“You’re eyes are bigger than your belly,” I said. “Now keep sucking.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Daddy,” I said.
He shivered and bit his lower lip. “Yes, Daddy,” he said softly, dipping his head down to my balls where he worked his magic tongue on the underside, tickling my taint which he knew was some type of erogenous zone for me.
“Good boy,” I said as my thighs twitched around him, and then as they clamped, I gathered him, my legs around his back, connecting at the feet, I had him in a hold, where his face was pressed against my cock. And he wasn’t going to leave until he’d properly serviced me.
Artemis was relentless, sucking my cock, slobbering all over it as he lapped the sugary syrup away from my skin. He’d made a mess of the nice patch of hair I had, all of covered with donut and sticky sugar.
“Keep going,” I told him.
“Are you going to cum?” he asked, looking at me with the pink saliva coming out of the corner of his mouth.
“You want me to?”
He nodded. “Please.”
“No,” I said, raising my brows at him. He’d already commanded much of me tonight, he wasn’t going to get my cumwhen he requested it. He’d get it when I decided to give it to him, and he’d get it wherever I wanted it. “I’m in charge, now suck.”
He worked harder on my cock, as if trying to illicit my cum from me. It wasn’t going to happen, I had a lot of control over myself—and over him, especially the vice-like grip I had with my thighs hugging his body, one move away from almost consuming him like I was a constrictor snake, and he was mine forever.
The noise made me harder, and the harder I got, the more I kept him squeezed against me. I wasn’t going to let go anytime soon, and he wasn’t getting any of my cum—not yet, not until he’d cleaned me.
I’d lied to myself—cumming in his mouth minutes later, a surprise to both of us. Artemis gulped it all down anyway, then tongued the tip of my cock, begging for me. It tickled, and kept me hard, but I’d loosened my grasp up on him now.
“I wanna cum,” he said.
“Cum on me,” I told him.
He slipped through my thighs on his knees, and pressed his cock against mine, both hands he jerked them together. I’d sunk back into the bed, staring at the ceiling as the post-nut bliss tingled through me like ecstasy.
“I’m gonna—” he let out before releasing his load all over my body. Several spurts, each one landing in a pool from my chest, down to my belly button. He looked pleased with himself, and then laid across me, his hairless body almost taking none of them mashed donuts or cum. He was just forcing it to make my body need more scrubbing in the shower. It was a good plan if that’s what he wanted.
***
Laid in the large comfy bed, dressed in the expensive hotel bathrobes, our clean bodies, finally able to rest. We didn’t have anyone to watch, or anything to do but be together.
“Reminds me of being in Miami,” he said staring at me. “Except no broken bed, and you’re not making secret calls.”
