My heart pounded so hard he should be able to hear it. The tips of my fingers tingled as I stepped backward until my knees hit the bed, and I fell onto the white blankets. “Undress for me. Slowly, boy. Put on a show for Daddy.”
What was I doing?
Phoenix slid his hands over the material of his T-shirt across his abs, fingers dancing under the hem almost like he should’ve been swaying to a sexy song. His hips pivoted and rolled, and I couldn’t take my eyes away from the bones that protruded from his waist. He was so much fuller and healthier than he’d been when I first met him, and Mamma had made sure he put on weight.
He slowly stripped the shirt up and over his head, revealing inches of creamy skin and puckered nipples that had my mouth watering, and it was difficult not to reach out and touch his soft belly. The naughty imp flicked the nub of his right nipple and moaned. My dick twitched and I ran the heel of my palm over the bulge that was growing in my black pants. I wouldn’t touch myself, not yet. I wanted to move slow, for me and him.
He sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, gazing at me from under long lashes as he dipped his thumbs behind the loose waistband of his jeans. He pushed and his underwear went with the pants, sliding down long legs until he stood in front of me naked and hard as an altar candle. His dick was fatter than I remembered and curved upward. The head was thicker than the shaft, and while he was about the same length as me, I’d never seen someone with a thick piece like that, even during the times I’d fucked my way through St. Loren’s gay community. Phoenix was something else.
“What do you want me to do, Daddy?” he asked quietly, a faint pleading in his voice.
Get dressed, my mind begged.Get dressed and go to sleep.
I couldn’t say it, though. I didn’t want to. What I really needed was for him to come closer and kiss me again, but I didn’t ask that of him. Not yet.
“You’re beautiful, boy,” I said, my words catching in my throat. “Turn around for me.”
He fidgeted, twiddling his fingers together, and the nervousness in his gaze had my gut warming.Like me, his face pleaded, but he’d have no problem with that. I already did.
Slowly he turned, giving me a view of his round, curvaceous ass, which bounced with his movements until he was facing me again. His dick leaked, precum teasing the slit, and I sighed in pleasure.
“What do you want, boy?” I asked, breathless.
He didn’t move. “Anything you want, Daddy.” His words were barely a whisper. “Please let me pleasure you.”
It was hard to say no, but my mind still protested. He’d been traumatized. Abused. I wasn’t the man I used to be anymore, but Phoenix wasn’t the type of person I’d chased in the past.
Jericho was in the other room, and if he’d been sober, he would’ve been my cheering section and told me I’d cut off important parts of my needs to become a priest. I’d been thinking more and more about this lately, and I wouldn’t regret it. I couldn’t. Phoenix had taken hold of me in every way, and he would keep my head on straight. He would be part of my motivation to stay away from alcohol, and even though he wasn’t religious, he still came to the church and helped me and the nuns. He cared. That was more than a lot of other people could say.
Phoenix was special. Mine. I wanted him.
“Come here,” I ordered. “Pleasure Daddy.”
His face lit up. “Yes, Daddy.”
13
PHOENIX
Daddy staredat me with serious brown eyes, and I loved the way his gaze roved over my body. I’d felt like I was his from the beginning, but now? With that hungry expression on his face and his cock pushing against his pants for me, I could barely contain my excitement. I stumbled and fell to my knees between his strong thighs.
“Oh, you’re my good boy, Phoenix,” he whispered, and the pleasure that brushed through my belly and settled as a pulsing throb on my cockhead stole my breath. Leaning forward, I rubbed my cheek against his hard-on.
“That feels good.” He brushed his fingers across the back of my neck, and I shivered at the soft touch. “Are you okay?”
Nodding, I nuzzled Daddy’s cock again, and a thrill shot through me as it jerked and twitched in his pants under my cheek. Usually this would be the point where, in the past, something bad would start when I was having sex—I would fuck up and it would go from nice to a nightmare. My heart beat faster, and I tried to shove those thoughts away. I had a good Daddy now.
He pressed lightly on the back of my head, then ran his fingers through my hair, and it felt so good. I caressed my lips along the firm lump of his cock and put pressure on it. When he twitched hard under my mouth, I rushed to unbuckle his belt. I wanted him out now. The scent of his musk was light through his pants and I wanted the taste on my tongue. Wanted him to rub it on my face, coat me from head to toe with it.
“It’s okay.” He brushed my hair back from my forehead. “You don’t have to hurry. We have all night together.”
With my hand already wriggled into his pants, I froze and stared up at his small smile. His lips looked soft next to his dark stubble, and I wanted them on me. “In your bed, Daddy? Are you sure? Do you promise?”
“Yes, pretty boy,” he murmured, brushing his thumb along my cheekbone.
A punch of heat and joy slammed into my stomach, close to an orgasm, and I moaned. My mouth watered as I drew the thick, pink-tipped cock out into the open, and I barely had time to appreciate the gleam of precum gathered in his slit before I bent and wrapped my lips around his wide cockhead. The burst of his musky flavor hit my tongue and reminded me of the way he smelled after a day at work. I loved his natural scent, and delight raced through me. I had a part of Daddy inside me, and I wanted to keep him there forever. If I could figure out a way to suck him and never move again, I would. I slurped down his length until I gagged, backed off to cough, then dove in again until his hard flesh jabbed my throat.
“Slow down, sugar. We have all night,” Daddy said, but his voice went mellow and breathy as his hips rocked up to meet my lips. I loved how a small, pleased sound from him filled the room and it encouraged me to bob my head faster. When I peeked up, he was looking at me like he thought I was doing something special. I sucked down and tried to relax enough to get him in my throat. I wanted Daddy to keep me for good, and that meant doing the best job possible.
