I captured Slade's hand in mine. “Did you want something?”
Slade whimpered.
“Are you in charge here?” I pinched his nipple, twisting this time to get his attention. Slade’s back arched off the bed.
“No, Daddy.” I rewarded his quick response with an equally brief kiss.
“You know what to do if you want something, boy.” I traced slow circles around his abused flesh, bending down to kiss it all better.
“Please, Daddy,” Slade pleaded. “I showed you mine, now it's only fair if you show me yours.”
“Life isn't always fair, Slade.” I felt his body tense beside mine, and waited for a sarcastic retort, but it never came. And I felt like shit for pulling him out of his lust induced stupor. “Lucky for you, I'm feeling generous tonight.”
I rolled onto my back, pulling Slade with me. “You may undress me, boy.”
Slade planted his hands on the mattress on either side of my head. He bent down, cautiously kissing the corner of my mouth. “Thank you, Daddy.”
I brushed the hair away from his face. “So sweet and polite for me.”
“Weird, isn't it,” Slade remarked. I wanted to force him to take the final steps out of his head, but that wouldn't happen tonight. Tonight was all about gaining my boy’s trust. Slade kissed his way down the center of my chest. His hands ghosted over my sides, making me squirm. “Are you ticklish, Daddy?”
I reached around and swatted Slade's ass. The crack of flesh against flesh echoed in the room. “There is still time for me to take away your playground.”
“My playground, huh?” Slade chuckled. “You know, I probably would've been a hell of a lot more interested in playing outside if there was equipment like this at the park when I was younger.”
Slade cupped a hand over my groin. My dick twitched and I felt a damp spot forming at the front of my briefs.
“Take it out,” I instructed him. Slade moved at lightning speed, as if he was worried I would take back the permission I had just granted. I lifted my ass off the mattress, allowing him to pull the jeans and underwear over my hips.
“Kiss it,” I told him. “Just the tip. And no tongue.”
Slade gaped at me, obviously unaccustomed to someone else telling him how to suck cock. I squeezed his ass. “Don't worry, baby. We'll get there, but I'm not as young as you. If you go too fast, or if you don't listen to me when I tell you to slow down, you aren't going to feel my dick filling your tight hole tonight. You don't want that, do you?”
Slade shook his head hard enough, his hair whipped around, slapping him in the face.
I chuckled. It'd been years since I enjoyed myself this much during foreplay. It was impossible for Slade to hide his enthusiasm, even if we did need to work a bit on his restraint. It felt damn good to be wanted. And, unlike the boys at The Lodge, Slade wanted me for what I had to offer him, not as a reason to brag to his friends that he had serviced the owner of the club.
It was an unfortunate drawback in my line of work. While there were some boys who were truly interested in letting me take care of them, even more saw me as a conquest. It was a part of my decision to remain celibate that I rarely discussed with anyone.
Once I felt a bit more in control, and less likely to explode the second Slade wrapped his lips around the head of my dick, I nodded for him to continue. I gathered his hair in my hand, holding it out of the way so I could watch as he took me into his mouth for the first time.
When his mouth closed around me, I bit down on my bottom lip to keep from crying out. His eyes never strayed from mine as he took my entire length.
“Good boy,” I praised him. “So fucking hot and eager.”
Slade hummed as he slowly released me. Before I could tell him what to do, he set his own pace, never applying too much pressure, his tongue swirling around my shaft as much as possible.
“One of these days, I'm going to keep you on your knees all day,” I told him. Slade moaned his enthusiasm for that idea.
“We’ll have to do it on a day when I’m not working so we aren’t rushed,” I continued. “I’ll let you pick a few movies for the two of us to watch together, but you won’t be allowed on the couch next to me unless I say. You’ll sit at my feet, your head resting on my knee, your hand on my dick. Whenever the mood strikes, I’ll pull you by your hair, reminding you where you belong. Because, sweet Jesus, you have a mouth that was made for sucking.”
Slade tried to smile, gagging when I thrust deeper into his mouth. I pressed a hand to his shoulder. “You okay, boy?”
Slade nodded. I closed my eyes, savoring every wet slide of Slade’s tongue over my erection.
Someday I would let Slade feast on my cock, but today wasn’t that day. His tongue and mouth were wicked pleasures and, as much as I prided myself on my self-control, he was going to make me lose it.
“Move,” I demanded, shoving Slade away from my dick.
