“Don’t swallow,” I demanded.
He glanced up with wide eyes and held me in his mouth until I was finished twitching in ecstasy. I stood, then kicked my chair back out of my way, and it fell with a clatter as I went to my knees in front of Max. I raided his mouth for a taste of myself, and another dirty thrill socked my stomach as the flavor of my own spunk coated my tongue. His lips were sloppy with the white gloss of my leavings, and it slicked his chin so that he was slippery and sticky under my mouth. I licked and slurped to clean him. His fingers wriggled against his thighs and he whimpered, his cock glistening at the tip and waving sadly against his belly. I wrapped my hand around his dick and jacked him off rough and fast—no mercy—and he jolted against me like he couldn’t stand to be touched, but he only whimpered and moaned and didn’t ask me to stop. He thrust his hips and chased my hand when I slowed for a gentler caress, so I figured fuck it, and went after his orgasm like it was my own.
But then again,it was mine. Everything about him was mine.
“You’re my boy. I own you,” I whispered.
He nodded fast. “Yes, Daddy, yes.”
A few more strokes and his mouth fell open against mine. I sucked on his bottom lip and muffled his yell as his cock swelled and jerked in my hand. Hot cum spurted onto my fingers and coated my palm. I didn’t let him go, kept holding that precious part of him as he lurched forward against my chest, then I gave his forehead a kiss and fell back on my ass. Finally I let him go to drag him close, and I untied the bows on the velvet quickly—one pull on each side was all it took to set him loose. Once he was free again, I tugged him firmly onto my lap to finish loosening the knots around his wrists.
“The cum. Was that too much?”
He stiffened, and I began to berate myself mentally, but finally he shrugged. “You cleaned it up. I wouldn’t want to hold it in my mouth long, and I want a shower. And mouthwash. But it was… different.”
“Good.”
He bit at my neck, and I was wondering if that was going to be my cue from now on, for when I was getting close to a conversation he didn’t want to have. It wasn’t the worst way for him to tell me things, especially since it sent a swirl of tingles radiating away from where his mouth touched my skin.
“I don’t care how much you yell at me, I’m not letting you go,” I said. “I’ll hold you until you feel better. Hit me. Scream. Just let me hold you.” I pressed an open-mouth kiss to his cheek, spent, but wanting to give him the comfort he might need.
“Daddy, I’m okay. Are you?” he whispered against my neck and then dropped a kiss there.
“More than. I… I can’t think. Safewords. We need to talk about safewords later,” I mumbled, and he let out a low, throaty chuckle and snuggled against me.
“We did that.”
“Nonverbal safewords.”
We sat there so long laying kisses on each other in random places that Max’s cum cooled in my hand and got sticky—okay,stickier. My phone vibrated where it sat on the table beside my laptop, and I huffed out a laugh as I blindly groped for it with my clean hand. Max didn’t move. He had his head tucked beneath my chin and I loved that. I wanted him there forever.
“Hello?” I answered, not really caring who was calling or why. I had everything I needed right here.
“I just had an awful experience,” Vane said cheerfully.
“Yes, sir. Tell me the issue,” I murmured, more than ready to let him babble. I kissed Max’s forehead.
Vane chuckled, and it was more hiscity hall just caught on fire, but what can you dolaugh than an entertained one. “I might have lost us a big donation for next year. You know how Judge Kalinski ran a fundraiser for me? She did that whole dinner thing. Well, she knows where I live because of that, and she was here with that wet noodle husband of hers demanding to know where Max is.”
“Fuck.” The information should have been important, but I was too happy right now. I took in the news like it had nothing to do with us.
“Mm-hmm. You are doing that, aren’t you? You sound fucked out. Anyway, I told them he is an adult, and if he didn’t tell them his business, then I sure as shit wasn’t gonna. The judge didn’t like that one bit.”
“I hear a ‘but’ in there somewhere.”
Vane grunted. “They had their daughter with them and left her in the apartment lobby. She caught Jaxson coming in from a run. Sweet-talked him. He had no idea her parents were with me, being assholes.”
“They know my address?”
“Yup.”
Max tensed in my arms, and I hushed him. “Regrettable, but not the end of the world.”
“The mom played it up like she was worried, but there was something not quite right there. I got a bad vibe. You know how I know people. I couldn’t give you a real reason I felt that way, they’re just… full of shit. Heads-up is all. The husband is… cold. They apologized that Max was such an issue for me that I’d called them, and assured me they would make sure it didn’t happen again. I tried to tell them it was fine, and they wouldn’t listen. The whole fucking thing was a trip to Bizarro town. It took me a few minutes after they left to find my phone.” There was a definite hint of embarrassment in his tone now. “Jaxson and I were exercising our snow-day freedom before he went on his run, and it took me a while to dig it out from between the couch cushions because I had the ringer off. And I didn’t remember where—”
“Noted, sir,” I said with a sigh. “Thank you.”
Vane said something else, but a heavy-handed knock on my front door had me ready to smash my phone against the wall.
