He was a little nervous, his need to make Rooster feel good almost overwhelming him, but he closed the distance and dropped to his knees on the soft pillow without hesitation.His hands trembled a little as he came face-to-face with Rooster’s dick, the tip damp and straining toward him. He couldn’t look away, dragging his gaze over the thick vein along the bottom of the shaft, the gentle curve on the top of his head, and his full, furry balls hanging just below.
“Have you done this before?” Rooster asked, and then he made a face. “Fuck, wait. I don’t know if I want to know.”
Emmett snickered and kissed one of Rooster’s knees. “Just once, so I’m probably not very good.”
He meant to say it as a joke, but the words caught in the back of his throat as he remembered the guy he’d briefly dated and given a blowjob to. And how the man had told him afterward he wasn’t really looking for anything serious, especially not from a “baby gay” who didn’t know how to suck dick. He’d meantsomeone inexperienced, but the words had struck a deeper, more vulnerable place inside him, leaving him devastated and scared to try again. At least until he’d stumbled into Rooster’s club and back into his life.
When he glanced up at Rooster, there was a soft, understanding look on his face. He cupped Emmett’s cheek and brushed his thumb over his cheekbone. “You don’t have to?—”
“No, I want to,” he said quickly, nuzzling into his rough palm. “Just… tell me how to make it good for you.”
“It’s going to be fucking amazingbecauseit’syou,” Rooster said, practically purring the words. He used his thumb to tug Emmett’s bottom lip down and then pushed inside. “And because I’ll get to watch you. First, you’ll lick and suck a little, wanting to get a feel for me and how I taste. But then you’ll try to take me into your mouth, and it’s going to be hot as hell to see you struggle but keep trying, pushing yourself to make your daddy feel good.”
Emmett had to grab Rooster’s calves to steady himself, going lightheaded as arousal scorched through him. He wrapped his lips around the thumb in his mouth and sucked lightly, eager to prove he was willing to give it his all.
“That’s it, just like that,” Rooster crooned at him, slipping his thumb free and grabbing the base of his dick to hold it at the best angle for him. “Start with your tongue, baby. Get your taste of daddy’s cock.”
Feeling a bit like he’d been hypnotized, he leaned in and licked across the glossy head of Rooster’s dick. It was bitter and a little musky, but not in a bad way. This was Rooster’s essence, a partof him that Emmett could take inside himself and consume, and something about that was thrilling.
He ran his tongue across the little slit at the tip again, warmth blooming in his belly when Rooster made a muffled grunting sound. Taking his attention off the dick in front of him was hard, but he managed to drag his eyes up and found Rooster biting his bottom lip, eyes locked on Emmett.
With his next lick, he held his daddy’s gaze, wanting to see if he’d make the noise again. He didn’t, but his mouth did drop open a little, his breaths coming faster.
The obvious pleasure Rooster was already getting from his little licks gave him some confidence and made his next swipe bolder, going up the whole underside of his shaft.
“Fuck, just like that,” Rooster panted and spread his legs wider, giving Emmett all the room he could ask for. “Lick it all over, baby.”
“Like a popsicle?” Emmett asked, grinning at the idea.
Rooster snorted. “Exactly like a popsicle. Daddy’s cock can be your personal treat.”
“That’s silly, Daddy.” But he loved the idea, loved that he was the only one who’d get to have this delicious treat because he was Daddy’s little boy. He slid his lips up one side and over the head, letting it slip into his mouth and giving it a light suck.
One of Rooster’s hands landed on the back of his head, holding him in place, and he hissed out a breath. “Just a little more, and then we have to stop.”
Emmett traced the curved ridge with the tip of his tongue and sucked a little harder before popping off to pout. “But I just started.”
“You’re too fucking sexy like this. I’m going to come if we don’t stop,” he explained with a grimace, like he hadn’t just given Emmett a crazy nice compliment.
“Really?” Emmett leaned in to nuzzle against the wide base and Rooster’s fingers, where he still held himself. “Just watching me is enough to…”
“Little boy, just touching you on the couch and having you squirm on my lap had me halfway there. Watching your eyes go all unfocused as you take me into your mouth, like it’s the best taste in the world?” Rooster shook his head, smiling ruefully. “Yeah, it’s more than enough.”
He was tempted to just finish Rooster with his mouth and postpone having sex for another night. He wanted to know what it felt like to have him pulse onto his tongue, swallowing down every last drop.
But he wanted his daddy to possess and claim him with his thick dick even more.
“Okay, but next time, I want you to finish in my mouth,” Emmett said, then traced that one vein along the underside that had been tantalizing him. He could swear he felt the blood pumping through it, making Rooster harder and bigger.
“Gladly.” He cupped Emmett’s chin and guided him up as he leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “I’ll feed you my come any time you want, baby.”
Emmett moaned and chased after his mouth when he sat back up. “Every day and twice on Sundays.”
Rooster laughed and ran his thumb over his lower lip. “Got it. Now, get up on the bed, hands and knees.”
He scrambled up, blushing when Rooster’s eyes caught on his erection and raised a brow, smirking. He wasn’t sure why he was embarrassed. There was no way he could have his daddy’s dick in his mouth andnotget excited.
Climbing onto the center of the giant mattress, he glanced over his shoulder and nibbled at his lip. “Like this?”
