I stared into his pretty eyes and let myself imagine a beautiful scene of Zayden spread out and ready to come with that toy in his ass. I’d also loved watching him frantically jerk off when he had a mouthful of my cock this morning, hand flying on his shaft while he strained to come, as if he couldn’t manage to do anything different in that moment.
“Every evening at six I want you on my bed, naked, with that toy in your ass.”
“Which one?” he asked, eyes widening.
“The purple one.” Buthis questionmade me want to ask more questions. I hadn’t known there were choices.
He tugged his phone from his pocket, let out a growl, and bolted up the stairs to the second floor.
The last time I’d tried dating someone it had been a chore, but this… was easy.Fun.I glanced upward and laughed as a thump and curse drifted down the stairs. How was this so simple with Z? Dread that I would mess this up somehow and hurt him bit at me, because I still had no clue about any of the kink stuff, but hopefully I could figure that out as we went.
My cock hardened until it was driving me insane as I took out my phone and checked the time. When all the frantic shuffling upstairs died down, I rubbed at my happy cock. I waited until exactly six and took an uncomfortable walk with my dick poking at the front of my suit pants. I made my way to my room and was stunned as I leaned my shoulder on the doorjamb.
Z made a stunning picture. I wasn’t sure what the hell he’d put on his body, but his skin gleamed in the low glow of lamplight and sunshine fighting its way through my closed curtains. The light scent of cherries drifted on the air, although I didn’t see any of his candles burning.
It was as if he’d tried to recreate that day I’d walked in on him. The little baby bump was around his middle. The dildo was deep in his hole. The only difference was that he’d stacked two pillows behind his head, and unless I was crazy, his nipples were still slightly swollen from this morning. He rubbed his hands over his baby bump while he rocked his hips. His cock stood straight up in the air—waiting for me. Pain, or maybe need, twisted his mouth down, and he had his eyes closed tight. I wanted to fuck him so bad, but I was still scared I might hurt him. His asshole stretched around the toy seemed… tender. Fragile. The idea of shoving my cock into him worried me.
I went over and dropped to the bed on my knees, between his spread legs.
He gasped and bit his bottom lip, eyes flying open. “Is this right, Daddy?”
“Yes,” I managed to force out. My hand shook as I gently grasped the end of the dildo and fucked the thick toy in and out of his hole. His mouth fell open and he let out a pleased little moan as he rocked with the motion, fucking himself on the toy.
“I brought more lube, Daddy. For you,” he said and pointed at the bottle where it lay on the bed at his side. I nodded and sweat made my clothes cling to me. I leaned forward to suck kisses on the soft skin of his inner thigh. He buried his fingers in my hair as I carefully fucked the toy into his hole while I sucked on his skin until I had created rosy splotches. I didn’t want to do it hard enough to hurt him, but I loved the way his skin easily changed color so I could see where I’d been. I ran my tongue along the crease between his leg and his groin and swore he tasted like cherries.
The soft hairs on his thighs tickled my tongue as I took my time, enjoying every second I spent nuzzling my nose against him, then licking and sucking. I kept going until I reached the thatch of hair around his cock, gently moving the dildo all the while. I increased the speed on the toy, and he clutched at his baby bump. Precum gushed from his slit and made his cockhead glisten. Thick drops dribbled down his solid shaft. His eyes were closed tight, and his hips moved with each slide of the toy.
My cock ached and I wanted to sink it into his heat. His mouth had felt so good this morning. I felt dumb, but moving the toy out of his body and replacing it with my cock seemed like it would be something I couldn’t gobackfrom. I didn’t want to get cold feet now—notbeing with Z felt too horrible to even contemplate—but I was worried I’d do this wrong and hurt him. I loved making him feel happy, though. Maybe I wasn’t confident enough to put my cock in his hole right now, but I could pop another one of my so-called cherries. I opened my mouth and licked his cock, earning myself a deep moan.
The taste of his juice was okay—not good or bad—but it didn’t matter because pure bliss rippled across his face when I licked him again, and his pretty sounds made me want to do it every second of every day. I laved my tongue along his shaft, chasing every gleaming drop. His pink cockhead was flushed rosy, like his nipples, and I groaned deep in my throat as I took a swipe over it with my tongue. He was longer than me, and I decided I liked that we were different. Yes, I loved the way his hard flesh felt—firm and excited. It was so easy to see he was having a good time, and that made my cock harder. I popped my mouth around his pink tip and sucked. He cried out and bowed off the bed, shoving farther between my lips. I sped up my thrusts with the dildo and got a real gasp from him.
“Daddy, please,” he begged.
I popped off him to say, “Anything you want,” before sucking on his cockhead again. I rubbed my palm over his cute little belly, and he clutched both of his hands to mine. He whimpered and his thigh muscles strained. I wasn’t ready for it when he spurted. His cum hit the back of my throat, and I coughed. Ropes of jizz sprayed into my mouth in a second burst, and I gagged on it because I tried to breathe at the wrong time. I turned my head to spit and got splattered on the cheek.
Z giggled, then it turned into an outright cackle. I glared up at him as his cock quivered and another small spurt landed on my nose. He kept right on laughing as he sat forward and snatched up his shirt, which he’d tossed on the floor earlier, and used it to wipe my face clean. I blinked at him, and he kept exploding into random titters. I didn’t loosen up until he pecked a kiss to my cheek before he flopped backward with a little moan.
“How do you feel?” I asked.
“So good, Daddy.” He wriggled high enough on the pillows that he could watch me without straining. I slid my hand up to play with his right nipple, and his eyelashes fluttered.
“I wasn’t ready to—” I tapped the dildo again, and his mouth fell open as he rolled his hips. Did he need to go again? His cock was thick but not hard. I moved the dildo and a furrow formed between his brows.
He launched himself forward at an awkward angle to avoid putting pressure on the toy and took me by surprise. I sat up as he caught me around the middle and hugged me tight. “Maybe you’ll be ready tomorrow after our date? Or… tonight? Or in the morning? You can ask me to be ready for you anytime,” he said in a rush, but it really sounded like he was saying I could fuck himallthe time… or he was begging for me to fuck himnow,without saying those exact words.
I kissed him until my lips felt bruised. My hard-on throbbed and I could barely catch my breath.
“You can fuck me, Daddy,” he whispered, with barely a breath of space between our lips. “I’m ready.”
“Not yet.”
His bottom lip jutted out. “Daddy, don’t you want to? I want you to,” he said and tried to smile, but I could tell there was some anxiety there by the way the crinkle never smoothed off his brow—and I knew why.
“Yes,I want to. The blow job this morning pretty much sealed the deal on that. I don’t know if I’m bi or what, Zayden, but I’m definitely here for you.”
“Then—”
“Z, I’m not rushing this.” I was surprised by how stern I sounded. Sometimes he got into these moods and there was no other way to handle him. Inspiration struck. “If you keep pushing Daddy, you’ll be punished. I know that’s something Daddies do. I won’t spank you or hurt you, but I’ll find something to teach you a lesson.”
