“Daddy, maybe you should just fuck me.”
“Why?”
“I’m afraid I’ll… hurt you.”
I chuckled. “You’re the sweetest boy. Worried for your Daddy? No, Daddy won’t let you hurt anyone—me or yourself. How do you want me?”
He bit at his lips again and my cock jerked with need. “What’s the best way, Daddy?”
I kissed his nose, and he wrinkled it when I landed a second one in the same spot. “Thank you for asking, boy. I just want you inside me.”
He groaned. “Yes, Daddy. Will you…. Um.”
His face crumpled for a second, and he was so pitiful, I offered, “Back or stomach?” I leaned close and nipped his earlobe lightly. He shivered and I felt it through my entire body, from where our chests were pressed tight. “It’s nice to push against someone underneath you and just be able to close your eyes and focus on how your cock feels. If someone’s on their stomach, it’s more about you, and how good it feels to fuck. Would Daddy’s boy like that?”
He whimpered and nodded.
“If you have me on my back, it’s nice because I’ll be able to see your eyes and kiss you. Do you want Daddy’s kisses, Max?”
“Daddy, I….”
“Daddy could fuck himself on you while you lie on your back, but I’d like you to be able to move your hips and choose the speed.”
“Daddy….” He closed his eyes and his sweet smile had me swiping my fingers through his hair. I wanted to touch him and hold him, even though we were both going slowly crazy. “How can I make you feel good?”
I kissed him so hard it hurt my lips. “I’ll tell you once you’re inside me. Now, how do you want me?”
“I… can we… I’ve always wanted to fuck someone on all fours. I like… I want to see you that way.” He flushed and his embarrassment was delicious. I kissed him and fucked my way into his mouth, taking time to swirl our tongues together, since this was the last kiss we’d have for a while.
“That’s how I’m going to fuck you, then, too. You sure?”
His nostrils flared. “Yes, Daddy. Yes.”
Carefully I climbed off him, but when he went to sit up, I pushed him down again. I grabbed the forgotten length of velvet and looped it once around his waist, tying a loose knot and then taking the length in my fist as I turned around. He moaned as I glanced over my shoulder at him. The way he stared had me feeling pretty damned good about myself.
“Lube Daddy’s hole, Max. Get it wet for your cock.”
“I…. I know we just douched, but—”
“If you can’t put your finger in there, you can’t put your cock in there.”
That seemed to be sufficient motivation because the next thing I knew, a very slippery finger was traveling between my asscheeks. Not even when I’d been a virgin had the man I was with explored me so carefully and softly. I’d miscalculated, because the tease of fingers was worse than what I’d prepared for: him to shove in too quickly and my asshole to burn. He swirled and barely pressed against my hole. He petted my rim, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to laugh or scream.
“Boy, it’s fine. Do it.”
Still, he was tentative, and barely slipped the tip of his finger into me.
I jerked on the velvet, and he gasped as he rocked against me and his hard cock brushed my hip, leaving behind a damp trail of hot precum that cooled quickly in the air.
“Oh.”
“Daddy’s ready to be fucked, Max. Are you going to be my good boy?”
“Yes, yes, Daddy.”
He slipped two fingers in, gentle as a kitten’s kiss, and I wanted to laugh but it felt good, and my body wanted more. I pushed back and tugged on the velvet, and he moaned as his fingers slid deeper into my body. His fingers were long, and if he ever figured out what to do with them, he’d fucking annihilate me before his cock ever touched me. I knew damned well where my prostate was, and I tensed, reaching for more every time he almost brushed over it but didn’t quite do it.
“Fingerfuck Daddy’s ass, boy.” The words sent a filthy thrill through me.
