A delicate blush stained his cheek, making his freckles darken a few shades. His eyes slipped closed and he shook his head before they locked on me with renewed determination.
“I want to taste you this time, Daddy.”
My heart stuttered. I’d dreamed about his lips being wrapped around my cock as it tunneled inside his sweet mouth. How he’d lay on the sofa just suckling for comfort not just chasing my release. There were so many things I wanted with him. Things I never believed I deserved but maybe…one day.
“Are you sure?” I asked. “You’ve been through so much today baby, I just want to make you feel good.”
The smile that lit up his face outshone the sun. “Yes.”
His answer was a simple truth.
Already on edge, I wrapped my hand around the base of my shaft and squeezed tight and dropped onto my back. Elliot started to crawl down the bed, but I caught his ankle in my grasp.
“No, sweetheart.” He looked at me in confusion, a cute little furrow between his brows. “I want you on top of me.” I pointed to my face. “I want to taste you too.”
He sucked in a shaky breath. Tilted his head to the side like he was processing my words. His lips quirked into a smile, then I helped guide him into position. My hands spanned the entirety of his waist, thumb dipping into his crease.
Elliot wiggled his hips until he felt comfortable. All it did was highlight the dimples just above his ass that I wanted to fill with my cum.
“Fuck,” I ground out as his hand wrapped around my shaft. “That feels so good baby boy.”
Elliot snorted. “I haven't done anything yet.”
I hummed in response. “It's been me and my right hand for too long.” I confessed. “I’d forgotten how amazing it felt to be touched by anything other than a mechanical touch.”
“Oh, Daddy,” he breathed over the tip of my cock and tightened his grip.
The sensation made my hips roll without my permission.
“Someone wants to play,” Elliot muttered, dragging his nose down my length, a moan slipping from between his lips as he inhaled.
Heat dripped onto the head of my cock before I felt the first tentative swipe of his tongue. It traced the shape of my tip, like little kitten licks that felt like sparks of electricity straight to my balls.
Indescribable pressure hit the next second, and he moaned loudly. It took my brain a second to come back online and realize he was sucking the precum right out of me.
“Elliot,” I growled in warning.
I wouldn't last if he continued like this. For someone who had no previous experience, his confidence in the bedroom shocked me. But I welcomed it. I hoped it was because I made him feel safe. Wanted. That he felt comfortable enough to explore everything he desired.
Without warning his lips wrapped around me, and he swallowed me down. His tongue curved to the shape of my dick. He took more than I expected on the first pass, and it took everything in me not to thrust straight to the back of his throat so he had no choice but to swallow around me.
My thumbs pulled his cheeks apart. There it was, his tight pink entrance. It looked so small and sweet. Too small to fit my di?—
“Holy shit,” I shouted as he sucked so hard on my dick that my vision whited out. “Elliot!”
He hummed around me, saliva slid down my length which he used to smooth the glide of his hand. Elliot hummed, the tip of my cock pressed to the roof of his mouth. Fuck it was exquisite. The vibrations had my cock thickening on his tongue, no doubt stretching his mouth to the point it ached.
But nothing seemed to deter him. He took me deeper this time. Enough to make him gag. I was about to tell him not to push himself, but if anything, it spurred him on. His hunger for me, ravenous.
Not one to be outdone, my eyes dropped to the vision before me. I spat on his hole. He locked up for a split second as the sensation registered, then he melted in my hands. His body malleable to my needs.
The first swipe of my tongue had him popping off my dick. Moaning loudly, he thrust his ass back into my face. Offering. Begging for more. There was nothing in this world that could have stopped me now.
My lips sealed around that tight ring of muscle. I licked and sucked on it until it softened enough for me to work the tip of my tongue inside him. His earthy flavor exploded over my taste buds. The groan that rumbled in my chest sounded like a starving man having his taste of nirvana.
Ravenous, I devoured him. Elliot met me thrust for thrust of my tongue taking me deeper every time. When he'd softened enough to work one finger inside him, he couldn’t focus anymore. He collapsed. Head against my thigh lips suckling me for comfort, nothing more as he gave himself over to me completely.
With one hand, I pulled my drawer open, grabbing the lube and licking my fingers. My teeth skimmed over his cheek chasing the freckles I found there. His body welcomed my slick fingers without hesitation as I scissored them, stretching him enough to add another.
