“Baby, you’re always good for me.”
And Jesus. For all his talking and despite the fact that I could see the bulge in his jeans thickening, he stayed right where he’d landed, pressing his cheek against my hand as he looked up at me and telling me without words that he wanted me to be in charge now.
He was perfect. My perfect boy.
“You’ve had me half hard all day, sweetheart. So if we’re going to go five hours, you’re going to need to take the edge off.”
“I can do that,” he said, his voice getting rough as he licked his lips and dropped his gaze to where my cock had started straining against my fly.
I tipped his chin back up and his eyes snapped up to meet mine. “Take the edge off forme, Jordan. I don’t want you getting yourself off, okay, baby? You know how I like you to come.”
His breath sped up, a gorgeous flush spreading over his skin. “Yeah.”
“Tell me.”
He swallowed. “You want to get me off yourself.”
“That’s right, baby.” And if I hadn’t already known it before, the way his dark eyes flashed with heat would have told me how much he wanted that, too. “And why do I want to be the one to make you come, Jordan?”
“Uh, because it’s fucking hot?”
He wasn’t wrong, but—
I tunneled my fingers through his hair and then gave it a sharp tug. “Be good,” I said, grinning down at him. “Why does Daddy get to make you come?”
He made a beautifully needy sound that made my cock twitch, his eyes starting to take on that unfocused look that told me he was already slipping into the headspace where he got lost in his submission.
“Because you… you want to spoil me,” he said after a minute in a husky whisper. “Because you like to take care of me. Because you’re in charge.”
“That’s right, baby,” I said, running my fingers over his plush lips and then pushing them into his mouth. “Show me how you’re going to suck my cock.”
His eyelids fluttered closed as he did what I’d told him to, andGod, I was normally a stickler for making him look at me. Couldn’t get enough of seeing his need reflected in his eyes. But he was so gorgeous like this, letting everything else go and just focusing on being good for me, that I didn’t want to change a thing.
“So beautiful, sweetheart,” I said, running my other hand through his thick hair. “You could do this all night, couldn’t you?”
He made a needy little sound that I knew was agreement, and it was tempting, even without our cocks involved, to just go with it so I could give him more of that. Let him stay just like this, feeling cared for and loved and wanted and like he wasmine, for a long as he wanted.
But I could give him that another way, too.
“You can have my cock for as long as you want it,” I said, pulling my fingers out of his mouth and unzipping my fly. “Suck me exactly the way you want, baby,” I said, stroking myself a few times as he dragged his eyes back open and stared at it hungrily. “Take whatever you need.” I guided it to his lips, rubbing the tip across his lips and biting back a moan of my own at how good even just that felt. “But later, once you’ve swallowed everything I give you, it’s going to be my turn, sweetheart. I’m going to spend the rest of the night making you come on my cock, baby. Are you up for that?”
“Want it,” he said, rubbing his cheek against my erection, his end-of-day stubble almost too much in contrast to the plush softness of his lips a minute before, the tiny jolts it sent through me making me hiss at the intensity of the sensation, suddenly desperate to be inside the wet heat of his mouth. “Want it for Christmas, Daddy.”
“Then you’ll get it, baby,” I promised, pulling his chin down to open his mouth and pushing my cock inside. “Now suck…Jesus. God, baby, you’re...perfect.”
I had to grit the words out through clenched teeth, already struggling not to come as I gripped the back of his head and groaned when he took me straight down his throat. And sure, I’d meant to let him get me off quickly so I could focus on him until I wrecked him, but notthisquickly.
His mouth, though.
“Jordan,” I panted, thrusting before I could help myself. “Just like that,Christ.”
His mouth was going to kill me, and it was exactly how I wanted to go… especially because of what it was doing to my boy. How blissed-out he looked. The hot, muffled sounds he made. The dirty, wet rhythm he set and the way his fingers dug into the backs of my thighs, keeping him from reaching for his own cock.
“Petal,” I gritted out, the orgasm I’d never had any real hope of holding back suddenly rocketing through me. “Coming, baby…fuck.”
I couldn’t help it. Didn’t even want to with his eyes locked onto mine, exactly the way he knew I liked and filled with a raw, hungry need that made them burn. Wouldn’t have held back even if I’d wanted to with Jordan looking at me like that.
And Jesus, then he did somethingmagicalwith his tongue, almost making my knees give out, and I shot so hard I saw stars. Watched him choke on it, then swallow, then pulled him to his feet and licked the taste out of his mouth as he ground against my thigh until he was panting.
