“Wrong.” Daddy dug the tips of his fingers into my hips. “Confidence is a massive turn-on. Do you like the way it tasted?”
“Uh-huh.” I wrapped my hand around his length and started stroking, paying attention to the top half because that seemed to get a better reaction than when I went lower. “I don’t know if I’m ready for blowjobs though. I’ve never done this before.”
“Whatever you want to do is fine by me, baby.” He folded his arms behind his back, spreading his legs in invitation. When I didn’t move, he nodded toward the empty space he’d created for me. “Well, go on. Don’t overthink things. Whatever you do to me is going to be more than enough.”
As I got myself settled kneeling between his thighs, Theron leaned over and grabbed a bottle of lube, tossing it to me. “Here, this might help.”
I was torn. I knew he was right and that the lube would make sure things didn’t get uncomfortable for him, but I might change my mind and want to taste him. I couldn’t imagine the lube would taste very good at all. But he wasn’t like me and needed something extra to keep the friction down.
I’d seen in porn how guys would use spit instead of lube. Maybe that was an option here?
“What’s wrong, baby?” Theron reached out for my hand. “You’re looking at me like I’m a complex math equation.”
Being inexperienced was the worst. He could have been with a hundred other guys he wouldn’t have to work through these stupid issues with. But no, he’d decided to pick me, and now we were both stuck. As horrifying as the thought of asking him about this was, time was running out. It was time to be a big boy and swallow my fear. “Does spit work instead?”
“It does,” Theron confirmed. “Not as well, but believe me, guys don’t always have a bottle of lube on hand when the mood strikes. Is that what had you upset?”
“Yeah,” I admitted, wondering if the room was bright enough for him to see how red my face was. “In case I want to change my mind, I was worried the lube would taste yucky.”
Daddy laughed, but I didn’t feel like he was laughingatme. He was amused by my uncertainty and clumsy attempts to get answers. “You’re not wrong about that. Just do whatever feels natural for you. If it gets uncomfortable for me, I promise I’ll tell you.”
“Okay.” I stroked his length as I worked up the courage to do what I knew needed to be done. It seemed gross, but also not. Before I could talk myself out of it, I bent down and spit on the head of his dick. Theron hissed, muttering about how good my hand felt. That gave me the courage to keep going.
It wasn’t long before he was thrusting into my hand, warning me that he was getting close. I cupped his balls with my other hand, turning it so my fingers grazed his taint. “Just like that, baby. Don’t stop. Oh fuck, that feels good. If you keep that up, I might make a rule that you give Daddy some attention every morning.”
“I’d be okay with that,” I told him. My chest puffed out, proud of myself for paying close attention to his reactions. “Can I lick it, Daddy?”
“If you do, you might get more than you’d bargained for,” he warned me. That was fine by me. Now that I was down here, I realized what a powerful feeling it was to bring someone this much pleasure. “You can do whatever you want to me, baby boy. This is your reward for being so good for Daddy.”
“Thank you.” I nearly went cross-eyed staring at his dick as I lowered my head. He cried out when I wrapped my lips around just the tip, sucking gently, dragging my tongue over the tip.
“Just like that, sweetheart. Don’t worry about taking all of it,” Daddy instructed me. “Press your finger a bit lower.”
That surprised me. I didn’t think Daddy would want me playing with his ass, but I was good at following instructions. Because I couldn’t be bothered to find the lube, I didn’t push my finger inside his hole, but what I was doing must have been enough. Daddy tapped me on the shoulder before lifting his hips off the bed. “Fuck, Sammy. I’m gonna come.”
I nodded, never taking my mouth off his dick. Daddy fisted the sheets as he thrust into my mouth again. His dick erupted with spurts of thick, bitter cum. It wasn’t the best flavor in the world, but I swallowed it, worried he’d think I was rude if I spit it out.
His dick twitched against my hip as Daddy pulled me over his body. “That was the best wake up ever, baby. Do you want me to help you out?”
“No, Daddy. Last night was for me. This was just for you,” I told him. Before he could insist on returning the favor, I hopped out of the bed. He’d made a comment last night about how there was no tally on who took care of the other more. Daddy needed to practice what he preached.
