Elliot lay spread out on his bed. Cheeks flushed, sweat glistening on his pale skin. Head tipped back in ecstasy, one hand working over his length while the other gently rolled his balls.
Frustration marred his face, brows furrowed like he was chasing something just out of reach. Saliva filled my mouth as I thought about how he would taste. The feel of his silken length on my tongue.
God, how I wanted to be the one that tipped him over the edge. To see his expression when he came. I wanted to be the only one who gave him pleasure. Be the one who gave him everything he desired.
“Daddy…please…” he whimpered.
It took me a second to realize that his hand was strangling his flushed red head. Hazel eyes were locked on me as he panted. Chest heaving with every laboured breath.
“Yes, baby boy,” I answered before I could stop myself.
“Please, help me?” he whined and wriggled against his sheets like he was in pain.
Unable to say no to him when he needed me like this. That protective urge in me rose to the surface. I couldn’t let him suffer like this. I set the tray on the nightstand and pulled my henley off in one swift motion dropping it to the floor.
The space between us disappeared in the blink of an eye. One hand landed next to his shoulder the other cupped his face. Thumb brushing over his cheek. “What do you need, sweetheart?”
Elliot sucked in a shuddering breath. His eyes glistened as he furiously blinked back the tears threatening to spill.
“Make me come?”
“Is that how you ask me?” I groaned against his lips, tasting the depth of his desire. My tongue slipped inside and wrapped around his, feasting on him until he pushed me back with a hand to my chest.
“Please, Daddy, make me come.”
A sweet smile flickered on his lips as I kissed a path across his jaw to his ear and nipped the lobe.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes,” he breathed as I sucked at the delicate skin along his pulse point hard enough to mark his skin. My cock kicked against my zipper at the sight. One I never thought I’d see.
“Anything for you, sweet boy.” A full-body shudder rolled through him at my words. “You have a decision to make now.”
He whimpered against my lips as he pulled them back to his mouth. “What?” I didn’t hear the word so much as felt the shape of it as he licked his way inside my mouth with a hunger that mirrored my own.
My thumb and forefinger held his chin breaking the kiss and forcing his eyes back to mine. My free hand slid over his where it lay wrapped around his length forcing him to start stroking it again.
“Do you want my hand?—”
“Yessss.” His hips bucked in agreement, but he hadn’t heard all the options.
I chuckled. “Impatient. Let me try again.” I squeezed his cock hard enough to make him groan, but it kept his attention focused on what I was saying. “Do you want my hand or my mouth?”
The question hung between us for a suspended moment. His answer formed on his lips time and time again before he managed to find his voice. “Mouth. I want you to taste me, Daddy.”
“Now that I can do.” I took one final taste of desperation from his mouth before kissing my way down his body. His skin was salty sweet as I mapped every dip and groove with my tongue.
His hand slipped out from under mine on his dick and sunk into my hair. Positioned between his legs—spread wide enough to accommodate my shoulders—he looked like a vision from the gods. A temptation I would never have been strong enough to resist.
“I’m going to taste all of you now.” I groaned. Buried my head in the soft hairs of his groin and inhaled his musky scent heightened by his desire. The sour tang of precum that glistened on his shaft only aroused me more.
My lips kissed up the inside of his thigh. My hands explored his body as I shifted myself so I was resting on my elbows. I nipped the skin as the juncture of his groin and lifted his left leg over my shoulder exposing his tight pink hole to me.
Elliot squirmed when my fingers sank into his ass cheek and I pulled him open more. Baring everything he was to me. A deep groan of satisfaction rumbled in my chest as I took him in.
When I looked up his eyes were nothing but dark pools of need. Want was etched into every nuance of his face. Elliot licked his lips, trying to catch his breath.
I ran my nose along that dark shadowed place between his cheeks before sucking one of his balls into my mouth. Rolling it around on my tongue I teased him with one than the other until he was pulling at my hair. Writhing in desperation for me to touch his perfect little dick.
