“Naughty boy,” I teased, sliding my palm lower as I followed the trail, finally resting it at the base of his flat stomach in the space just underneath his erection.
His shaft bobbed against the back of my hand as my fingers brushed the short blond hair at the root of his cock, and Jack whimpered, his precum dripping onto my skin as the engorged shaft started to jerk more violently, his balls pulled so tight to his body that they almost looked painful.
He was poised to come with the slightest stimulation, and the fact that his arousal was almost entirely psychological—he’d had almost no friction on his cock yet tonight—was a heady rush that made me feel like a god.
No, better: like hisDaddy.
“Please, Daddy,please,” he gasped, spreading his legs wide and humping the air again. “Touchme.”
I tsked, playing my fingers over the base of his cock without giving him anything as satisfying as an actual stroke. “Look at you, you greedy little thing. Trying to come without me?”
“N-N-No,” he stuttered, his abs flexing under my hand as he squirmed. Stopped himself. Squirmed again. “I wouldn’t,” he finally panted, the pink blush I loved seeing in his cheeks starting to spread everywhere. “I’m… I’m sorry?”
“Good,” I said, pinning him with a stern look that I completely ruined by grinning. But Jesus, he was adorable. “And since you apologized so nicely,” I said, framing the base of his cock in the V between my thumb and index finger, “I think you definitely deserve a reward for being so patient, sweet boy.”
His eyes went so wide it was a wonder they didn’t pop out.
“A reward?” he finally breathed out, like it was a foreign word he couldn’t make sense of. “For me?”
“That’s right,” I said, my own patience almost at its breaking point. “Daddy’s going to make you come now.”
His eyes went even wider, the flush on his skin deepening with excitement, and goddamnhe was sexy. “Thank you, Daddy.”
I wrapped my hand fully around the base of his shaft, seriously tempted to frot us both into cum-drenched bliss now that all his needy squirming and those sexy-as-hell moans of his had my own cock fully hard again. The only thing holding me back was the knowledge that I probably only had one more round in me tonight, and I planned on saving that for his ass. But goddamn, I’d underestimated how fucking erotic it would be just to touch him. To hear those sweet cries of his escalate as I started stroking his slim shaft. To throw one of my legs over his thighs, pinning him in place, and take his mouth again as he writhed against me, his hips jerking frantically and his breath becoming hot and ragged as he gasped my name—gasped “Daddy”—and finally exploded over my fist.
“Jesus, baby,” I murmured, milking him through it as he shuddered and trembled and finally went boneless, his pale skin covered in white ropes of cum and that angelic smile back on his face. “So beautiful. I want to see you like this always.”
Dirty. Sweet. Utterly relaxed for the first time since I’d met him.
“Thank you, Daddy,” he said, his voice almost sounding slurred as his eyelids fluttered shut and he whispered, “Please… please keep me.”
“Oh sweetheart,” I said, my heart doing a slow roll in my chest at the quiet plea.
Itwasreal.
I wiped the cum off my hand onto the bedspread and then cupped his face. “Is that truly what you want?”
Too late. The only answer I got was a soft sigh, his pale lashes resting against his cheek as his breathing evened out.
I grinned. Apparently, Jack was the type to drift off after an orgasm. Okay then. If my boy needed a nap, he was going to get a nap. But afterward?
We’d definitely be having this conversation again.
8
JACK
Greg’s couchwas super uncomfortable—not that I’d ever complain, of course, since I was so dang thankful he was letting me stay with him for a bit without asking much in return—and while most of the beds I’d had to sleep in while I’d been living with Maxhadbeen comfortable, I’d never slept very well there because of how he and his friends would wake me up so often without any warning and… and do things. And I didn’t actually remember all the places I’d slept back when I’d still been living with my mom since she’d moved around a lot, but I knew for sure none of them had ever beenthiscomfortable. So… so where was I right now again?
Probably dreaming, since I felt so good.
Which meant Ireallydidn’t want to open my eyes and ruin it.
Except… except…
“Daddy,” I gasped, my eyes flying open anyway as I bolted upright and looked around the super nice but totally empty hotel room in a panic.
I suddenly wanted to cry. Once he’d decided to let me stay, I’d assumed he’d want to fuck me, but since my butt wasn’t sore and I couldn’t remember us actually doing it, I was pretty sure that hadn’t happened. The last thing Icouldrememberhappening was the whole world shattering into a million glittering pieces when Daddy had finally made me come with his hand, and how floaty and wonderful and perfect and safe I’d felt afterward… which would have been the best memory ever if… if I wasn’t greedy, I guess.
