All he wanted to do was make me happy. He was practically vibrating with it. Foolish or not, how could I possibly resist falling for him? Ithadto be real.
I cleared my throat, because this wasn’t the time for that. Not when my boy was still aching and hard and counting on his Daddy to take care of it… or maybe not counting on it, actually, since he seemed to have forgotten what I’d promised already. Heseemed to think I was about to ask him to service me in some way.
He was wrong.
“What you need to do for me, baby, is tell me your favorite way to come.”
Jack’s eyes went wide, then his hips were thrusting into the air again, that gorgeous, wet cock of his flushed a deep, enticing red as it bobbed and slapped against his taut stomach. “You mean I… I can? You’ll let me come? Because Ineedto, Daddy.Please. Please make me. Daddy, I’m so horny. Ineed?—”
“I know, sweetheart,” I cut in, even though his frantic begging was like a goddamn aphrodisiac, all that sweet desperation of his already breathing life back into my spent cock. “And yes, you’re going to get to come, but—” I squeezed his wrists to remind him who he belonged to, “—you’re going to let Daddy be the one who makes that happen. No touching yourself.”
This time, I only said it to tease him. At this point, it was pretty clear that he didn’t actually want to. The boy loved me being in charge, and goddamn, did that ever work for me. And sure enough, the minute I reminded him that I’d be the one to take care of him, that gorgeous little cock of his gushed with even more slick, his balls tightening before my eyes and his shaft throbbing fit to burst.
He whined, rubbing his ass on the bed as he squirmed and tensed his thighs and gave me big, liquid-silver puppy eyes… but of course he made no move whatsoever to disobey me. He barely even tugged against my hold on his wrists, much less tried to give himself any true relief.
And that perfect submission of his, combined with the low, needy whine that I still wasn’t sure he realized he made whenever he got truly desperate? It didn’t just work for me; it made my possessive nature feel downright feral for a second.
This boy was meant to bemine. His sweetness triggered a deep, irrevocable need to protect and cherish and care for him… but fucking hell, that wasn’t all he inspired in me. Something about his constant, almost frantic desperation to please also made me want to pin him down and use him hard. To make sure he could never forget who he belonged to. To touch and tease and torture him until he was sobbing with need, then deny him until he broke… andthenpick up all the pieces and send him flying.
I wanted to wreck him completely and then have him cling to me for comfort afterward, and I wanted to do it over and over and over again, for the rest of my goddamn life.
I took a breath, getting a hold of myself.
The feeling was too much. Too fast. Too extreme. Like going from famine to feast now that the dam had broken on a lifetime’s worth of repressed sexuality and all the needs and proclivities I’d never dared acknowledge.
It was still true, though… and if that made me a sick fuck or an emotional deviant or any of the other thousand fears that had been partially responsible for keeping me in the closet for so long, I no longer gave a shit. Jack was perfect for me, and since I could already tell that everything I craved was exactly what he needed, too, I was bound and determined to show him that I could be perfect for him, too.
Although honestly, “perfect” didn’t even begin to do him justice.
When he’d deep throated my cock and practically asphyxiated himself on it? I’d lost all fucking sense right along with my restraint, but instead of scaring him off, he’d goddamnlovedit. And a delicate angel who also thanked me for getting a little rough? My brother had given me a bigger gift than he’d intended, and fuck if I wouldn’t have to remember to thank him properly for that at some point.
Later, though.
Right now, the only thing that mattered was Jack… who still hadn’t answered my question.
“Tell me your favorite way to orgasm, sweet boy.”
True, I’d never made another man come, never touched a cock other than my own with the exception of that too-brief touch I’d stolen over Jack’s shorts earlier, but now that every inch of him was laid bare for me, all mine for the taking, it was less a matter of not knowing where to start than it was about having toomanyideas. I wanted everything with this boy, but this first time, I was more than happy to learn what it was that he craved the most.
Instead of his usual headlong rush to be good for me, though, Jack just blinked up at me, his pale eyebrows drawing together in confusion.
“I… What?” he finally said. “I don’t, um, know? I mean, any way you want is fine.” He blushed again. “I almost come every dang time you touch me, Daddy. So, I don’t think it will take much?”
For a second, I almost pushed him for a real answer, but then I realized what he was actually telling me: no one had ever given him the chance to find out what he liked before.
For a moment, I saw red. But then I locked away the rage at that thought to deal with later.
Clearly, no one who’d ever had him before had deserved him, but that ended now, and while I may not have known which specific act he’d enjoy the most, I realized that Ididknow what he craved… and hell, I’d almost screwed it up just now by asking, hadn’t I?
“It will take as much as or as little as I decide to give you, sweetheart,” I said firmly. “Because?—”
“Because Daddy’s in charge,” he finished for me in a breathless rush, the tension in his body disappearing right before my eyes as he smiled again.
“That’s right,” I said, tracing that smile with my free hand. It was beautiful, and there was no way I could resist dipping down and tasting it. No reason I’d everwantto.
“Oh,” Jack said the moment my lips touched his, his voice filled with wonder and the word nothing more than a cum-scented puff of air against my skin. And then his mouth was mine, opening to me with a sweet groan as I cupped the back of his head, still restraining his wrists, and took it the way I’d been dreaming of since that first brief taste I’d had of him before.
Heaven.
