Rooster’s beard abraded the thin skin between his cheeks, making him flinch a little, but then he just silently begged for more, pulling his knees up and under him to raise his butt higher in the air.
“Shit, you love this, don’t you, baby? Love having Daddy eat this sexy ass. I bet I could make you come just from this one day.”
Emmett gasped, legs quivering and dick weeping onto the bedding as Rooster wiggled his tongue right at the center of his opening, forcing it inside.
Histonguewas inside him.
“Oh my gosh.” He fisted the comforter, eyes squeezed shut, and tried to hold back from coming. It took a few deep breaths, but he finally dialed things back enough that he wasn’t right on the cusp.
It also helped that Rooster moved over to nibble on one of his butt cheeks. At least until something a little firmer than his tongue pressed at his entrance. He tensed up without thought.
“Shh.” Rooster petted his thigh with his other hand. “Relax and let me in.”
He obeyed instinctually, his body listening before the words even processed in his cloudy brain. Rooster’s finger pushed harder and sank partway inside him. Emmett panted and wiggled his hips, the sensation of fullness new but not unpleasant. In fact, it was actually really nice. There were so many nerve endings back there that as Rooster pulled out and then pushed back in, he moaned at the overwhelming pleasure swamping him.
“That’s it. Daddy’s little boy is doing so well.”
He keened low in his throat and spread his knees, arching his back to offer himself more fully. He loved the pretty words of praise Rooster was giving him almost as much as he loved the slow, steady penetration of his finger.
“Stay nice and relaxed, baby. I’m going to give you another,” Rooster said softly after what felt like hours of steady fingering but was probably only a few minutes.
“Okay, Daddy.” He lost himself in the sensation, floating in his body with only Rooster’s steady hand on his thigh keeping him anchored.
Two fingers were even better. There was the smallest pinch when they first went in, but then his body opened up, making space and welcoming them inside.
“How are you feeling?” Rooster asked, kissing over a cheek and nipping gently. “Feel good?”
“Feels amazing,” he said, turning his face to make sure his words were clear. “I think I’m ready.”
Rooster chuckled and squeezed his leg. “Easy, baby. Let’s do one more. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Emmett hummed and wiggled. “Because you’re so big.”
“You say the nicest things.” Rooster pressed another kiss into his skin and then worked a third finger inside him.
Moaning, Emmett had to concentrate harder on staying relaxed. He felt so full, but he knew Rooster’s thickness was going to be even wider than his three fingers. As much as he’d wanted to jump ahead, he was glad his daddy was looking out for him.
Rooster touched something inside him, and he groaned into the bed, pressing his forehead against the mattress. “Was that…?”
“Mhm, your prostate.”
He could hear the smile in Rooster’s voice, but before he could say anything else, he circled his fingers over the gland again, and Emmett’s back arched, fire shooting down his limbs. “Oh, oh, oh! Please, Daddy. Now. I need more, need you.”
Rooster cursed under his breath, his fingers making a spine-tinglingly wet sound when he tugged them free. A second later, he grabbed Emmett’s hips and pulled him up higher.
Something big brushed against him, and he clenched involuntarily.
As much as he wanted it, he couldn’t help but be a little nervous too.
“Keep breathing and push back against me,” Rooster instructed, his tapered head pressing inside his loosened hole.
That wasn’t too bad, but then he kept stretching as Rooster’s wide shaft inched inside, and Emmett tensed, the pain deeper and more intense than his fingers had been. Rooster held still, not trying to shove forward and not pulling back out. His thumbs traced shapes on Emmett’s cheeks, and he kept expecting him to say something. He didn’t though, and Emmett realized he was patiently waiting for him to do as he’d been told.
Emmett took a deep breath and let it back out.
“Good,” Rooster murmured.
After a couple more breaths, Emmett gathered his courage and pushed back. The pain, which had already been easing, dissipated completely. At least until Rooster worked a little more of his dick inside him and Emmett had to do the whole thing over again.
