Instead of being awkward or messy the way I might have expected if I’d tried to plan for such a thing ahead of time, though, it turned out to be one of the most sensual experiences of my life. And not just because of how sweet and needy and grateful Jack was, qualities he seemed to bring to everything and which I was already hopelessly addicted to, or even because of the way he flirted with me—goddamn adorable and sexy as hell—by licking and sucking my fingers between each bite and peeking up at me through those long lashes of his as he ate, but because caring for him this way unexpectedly fedme, too… that same part of me that had told him to call me Daddy in the first place.
Outside of practically raising my baby brother, I’d never had anyone of my own to care for before. I highly doubted I would ever have admitted to myself just how deeply I craved it ifMarcus hadn’t sprung this on me, but now that I’d had a taste? There was simply no way,none, that I could see myself ever satisfied without it.
No, not without “it”… withoutJack. He was the only boy I wanted.
“Oops,” I teased, smearing a few drops of sauce on his lips and then tipping his head back and licking him clean, just to hear that pretty little hitch to his breath. I grinned at him. “Delicious.”
“Daaaaaaaddy,” he whined, drawing it out. “I’m… I’m full?”
“Little liar,” I said, winking at him. “You’ve barely eaten enough to feed a sparrow yet, baby.”
“I don’t, um, I don’t normally eat that much? And?—”
Jesus, he blushed so damn prettily I wanted to make it happen daily… hourly.Always.
“—and I don’t want to betoofull,” he finished breathlessly. “If, I mean, if you still want to fuck me tonight?”
He sucked that plump bottom lip of his into his mouth, nibbling on it nervously as he held his breath and looked up at me hopefully, that gorgeous cock of his straining away from his body as it jerked and throbbed and made my damn mouth water in the pretty bindings I was now doubly glad I’d mastered during past solo sessions. But, did I still want to fuck him? I almost laughed. Did he actually think there was a single chance in hell that Iwouldn’twant to?
But then a drop of the sauce fell onto his swollen cockhead, making him shudder and moan, and laughter was suddenly the last thing on my mind.
My boy was right. We were done eating.
I pushed the cart away and moved him off my lap and onto the sofa, then got down on my knees and did something I’d been dreaming of for fuckingdecades.
“Daddy,” Jack shouted when I engulfed the head of his cock with my mouth, moaning myself as the sweet sauce from his dinner mingled with the salty taste of his sex.
His panting breaths became ragged and desperate as I licked him clean and then experimented with depth and suction and all the ways I could torment him with my tongue. He thrashed and squirmed and begged incoherently, his bound hands landing on my head and then flailing away, as if he wasn’t sure he had the right.
I popped off, my own cock so damn ready to go again now that I’d already soaked through my boxer briefs. “Settle, baby,” I told him, my blood thrumming in my veins. “Be good and let Daddy enjoy you.”
He nodded. Shook. Whined. Then pushed his hips up toward me with a pleading look of utter desperation that made me want to goddamnravishhim.
So I did.
I had no real skill, of course, but as close to the edge as Jack had been ever since he’d straddled my lap in the bedroom, I suspected it didn’t matter. If I hadn’t bound his balls so tightly, I had no doubt at all that he would have shot the moment I first took him in my mouth… and hell, I wouldn’t have been far behind. I definitely wouldn’t be able to draw his pleasure out, not this time, but I also couldn’t give up the chance to play a little more now that I finally had it.
If I was being honest, I’d craved a taste of cock since I first found out what mine was actually good for, and Jack? He tasted like fuckingheaven.
I shoved his thighs open a little wider and grabbed a hold of his rigid shaft, rubbing my other hand over his swollen balls in the improvised cock ring I’d decorated him with.
He hissed, then trembled, then broke down and started begging me again.
I grinned around his shaft, then sucked him into my mouth as deeply as I could. Thank fuck he was slim here, too. There was still no way I’d be able to take all of it the way he’d taken mine, but that was fine. I simply needed to sate my hunger a bit. I’d improve my technique later.
And therewouldbe a later for us.
There had to be.
“Daddy,” he practically sobbed, his thighs shaking on either side of my head as I slowly bobbed over his cock, experimenting with just how much I could handle.
Not that much, if I was being honest… but enough, apparently, from the sound of it.
“Daddy Daddy Daddyplease. Oh God. I can’t… I need…Daddy.”
“Be good,” I said, coming off for a moment and jacking him with my hand. Fuckinghell, he looked incredible. Body flushed and trembling, cock swollen and wet, balls looking ready to burst in the beautiful wrapping I’d decorated them with. I groaned, ignoring the heavy throbbing of my own cock in favor of tasting him again.
This time, I closed my eyes to enhance the heady sensation of finally having a heavy cock slide over my tongue. Ididhave a gag reflex, unfortunately, but I took him as far as I could and held him there, inhaling the sweet musk of him that permeated my senses. I could fucking live off it. His taste, his scent, those sweet, needy whines and gasps he was making. Then I flexed my tongue, sucking hard as I grabbed his balls again andtugged.
