Maybe he didn’t really know what he was doing or wanted. “You had a weird night. Are you sure you want something like this with me?” I gave the leather a little tug.
He shivered as I rubbed my hand over his, teasing his fingertips closer to his cock.
“I almost died yesterday, and you made sure that didn’t happen. It put a few things into perspective for me,” he murmured, then rocked his hips, enticing me to inch my palm down and cover his trapped cock. He was a sweet handful, and I rubbed my thumb along his shaft. Winter shuddered and bucked against my grip.
“Do you like this?”
“Yes. A lot.” He gave me a warm smile.
“You don’t have to do this or anything else with me. Are you sure you want it?” I leaned down and kissed along his cheek over to his ear. “You’re safe. I won’t hurt you, no matter what you say. Well, I might hurt you, but not in a damaging way.”
He grinned as I leaned back. “Yes. I like it when you say you’ll protect me, and I like—” He jutted his hips, and I rubbed him harder. “—this. I want this.”
I let go of the leather and traced my hand along his side because I loved looking at the slim curve of his body and touching him was even better. “You deserve to have someone who will respect you and treat you like gold, Winter. Do you understand that?”
He glanced away. When I gave his cock a light squeeze, he whined.
“But you disobeyed me. Go upstairs to my room and get in that big, comfortable bed. Take these off first.” I tugged at the side of his briefs, snapping the elastic against his skin.
“Okay.” He raised his other hand above his head and unwound my belt from his wrist, and I leaned in to kiss the pulse point on his neck.
“Okay, what?”
He flushed and teased his hands down the sides of his briefs, shoving them off. “Okay, Daddy.”
“Good boy.” I helped him peel the fabric down his thighs and stared as his thick cock came into view. He was surprisingly big for such a short guy. I’d known he dyed his hair, but it was almost a shock to see the neatly trimmed dark pubes surrounding his thick shaft. Fuck, I wanted to touch him. I moved down his body, dropping kisses in a line along the center of his chest and soft belly, then planted a kiss on the tip of his excited cock.
“More, more, shit,” he said, pushing his hips upward so that his cock waved in the air. “Please, Daddy? I want it, Daddy.”
Ah, the real Winter was a work of art. His skin flushed from his forehead down to the wide bell of his cockhead and precum beaded in the slit. He grabbed my shoulders and held on for dear life when I licked from the root of his shaft upward, tracing the veins, then popped my lips over the tip. The tiny, surprised gasps from him that filled the air made me consider blowing him until he flooded my mouth with his load.
“Fuck. Please. I need you, Daddy,” Winter sighed out, and a tidal wave of adrenaline rushed through me. This pretty man wanted me to touch him and make him feel good. I sucked the precum out of his slit, and he tried to fuck my mouth, but I sat back, leaving him glistening with my spit, legs splayed and chest heaving.
“Go upstairs and get in my bed, where you should’ve been already.” I lightly slapped his cock—not enough to hurt, only get him to move. It bounced against his abs. He squeezed his eyes closed and nodded, sitting up. When he stood his cock bobbed in front of him, and I couldn’t say why, but I found that adorable, too, just like the pout that had taken over his mouth. I sat up on my knees.
“Wait. Your punishment. I’m going to give it to you right now.”
“P-punishment?” he asked, staring at me with wide blue eyes. His toes dug into the carpet and his hands opened and closed like he couldn’t decide whether or not he should run, but his cock stiffened even more and curved up to try and kiss his belly button.
I winked at him and opened my mouth wide, taking him the whole way down. I wasn’t an instinctive deep throater, but I knew how to relax my jaw and took myself right to the point of gagging, working him with my lips and tongue until his natural sex drive took over and he started to rock his hips. When he really began to get into things, moaning and running his hands through my hair to tug on it, I sat back, turned him around, and sank my teeth lightly into one of his perky asscheeks.
“Ouch,” he said with a laugh. He glanced back over his shoulder at me.
“If I’d found you in my bed, you would’ve already been coming.” I winked at him. “Good boys who listen get the best treatment, and that includes coming in Daddy’s mouth.”
His nostrils flared and he nodded as he rushed toward the staircase. I winced when halfway up it sounded like he slipped and there was athump.
“I’m fine, Daddy,” he said with a laugh, then the sound of him scrambling the rest of the way up the steps had me chuckling.
Slowly, I got to my feet, giving him time to get to my bedroom, hopefully without any more accidents. I unbuckled my pants and stepped out of them, then peeled my socks off and left them on the floor as I stalked after him. I hadn’t intended to do this when I got home, and I was dead on my feet, but it had been so long since I’d trusted someone enough to bring them into my home. I still wasn’t sure this was a good idea or that Winter was telling me the truth. Hell, he could be working with Vance for all I knew, drawing me in to finish me off, but I wanted to plant my cock in that bouncy ass and fill him to the brim with my sauce.
Fuck it. I want him.I picked up my holster and slipped it back over my shoulders; although, I had no idea why. It wasn’t as if I was going to shoot him, even if he did turn out to be lying to me. I was too much of a fucking sap for that.
When I got upstairs, I wandered through the living room toward the master bedroom. The house was too big for just me, but it didn’t feel as lonely since Winter was here. The lights were all blazing, and I thought maybe they’d been on when I got home, but I didn’t honestly remember. I was too intent on getting inside. I tracked him down to my bedroom. He was lying on top of the green comforter, and he stole my breath. I leaned against the doorjamb.
“Jerk off for your Daddy,” I said lazily.
Winter stared at me and ran his hands down his flat abs, almost like he was apprehensive. “You’re sure?” he asked quietly.
