21
Stuart
I’vebeenwaitinginmy room for him, but not for long. I’ve barely undressed and arranged my pillows so I’m half-lying, half-sitting on my bed when Elliot pops his head around the doorway. He keeps the rest of his body hidden, peeking in as if he’s a little afraid of what he could find here.
“Come in, baby.”
He inches in, swinging his arms a little too much and then too little, and stands wide-eyed at the foot of my bed, twisting his body away from me slightly.
Aw. My little boy is feeling shy.
Given how loud he usually is and how much he usually dresses for attention, I find it disarmingly sweet to see him like this. Beguilingly sweet. Captivating, in fact.
“Oh,” he breathes, running his gaze up my legs, eyes pausing when they reach my erection. “It’s so big, Daddy.”
“You want these inches, baby?” He nods quickly. “How many do you want?”
His tongue darts out between his lips, moistening them. “All of them.”
My lips turn up on one side, and I make a soft, happy sound. I eye him up and down, taking in every part of his muscular body. Bulky pecs are tensed and fine lines furrow up and down his belly.
“Do you like it, Daddy?” he asks, looking down at his feet.
He’s almost naked. Smooth and sexy and awkward.
Jesus, I have a thing for that.
“Show Daddy,” I say.
He bites his bottom lip and hesitates for a split second before slowly spinning around. His hands float up behind him, covering his ass and then dropping quickly. He looks back over his shoulder, neck and cheeks bright red, as I take in the glorious sight of his ass decorated with bright-pink haphazard lines framed by the white jockstrap I bought him. His ass is beyond belief. Beyond perfect. It’s round and muscular, hard but fleshy enough to give me something extra to squish. Something to fondle and pinch. Something that jiggles when I slap it.
I motion for him to come closer, and he crawls into the space I make by parting my legs wide. When he’s close, I say, “Turn around, baby, I want to see that sweet ass.”
He shuffles around so he’s on his hands and knees between my legs, facing away from me.
“Closer.”
He inches back.
“Closer.”
He inches back more. He moves closer until the soles of his feet are all but under my ass and he’s close enough that I can run my hands up the back of his thighs without stretching. His hands float up again, trying to cover himself. Again, he drops them when he realizes what he’s doing. His head dips, almost like he’s trying to hide despite the fact he’s fully exposed. More than exposed. He’s on display.
He’s embarrassed by the state of his ass. Embarrassed to let me see him like this now that the spanking is over and we’ve changed gears to fucking. He looks hot and bothered. Uncomfortable and so, so cute.
I swear to God, no one wears embarrassment better than Elliot Gould.
He’s an adorable, hot, twitchy mess. The sight of him like this, blushing, pink in the face with lashings of pink across his ass cheeks, is almost too much for me. I’ve been hard since the second he walked into the study, and I promise you, the sweet little squeals he made when I took the belt to him did nothing to reduce my arousal. Him sitting on my lap, sore and squirmy, didn’t help much either.
Usually, I like to take my time with him. I like to go slow and prep him until he’s begging and I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that he can take me. I don’t just like it because it’s good for him, I like it for me too. I take pleasure in his pleasure. Infinite, immeasurable pleasure. So much pleasure.
Maybe more than I take in my own.
Today’s different though. I can feel my need stirring, rousing and moving as it snakes through me. I get the lube out of my drawer and drizzle a long stream onto the top of his crack. I watch, transfixed, as it slowly trickles down to his sweet, hairless hole. It takes everything I have to stop me from diving in with my face and licking and sucking and kissing and biting until I pass out from lack of oxygen. I wet my lips at the thought and my dick pulses hard. Hard enough to remind me I need to get into my boy right the hell now.
“Get ready for me, baby.”
“Daddy?”
