If we’d been naked, I was certain I’d have felt him dripping onto my thigh. I contracted the muscle, lifting my leg to give him the pressure he craved. His cries grew louder and incoherent. His body tensed as he shoved a hand between our bodies and started stroking my dick. The sensations were dulled by too fucking many layers of fabric. I didn’t want a single second of tonight muted.
We were horribly overdressed. Talking was overrated. He was uncharacteristically compliant, like he was waiting for me to make the next move. He wanted this, and I was powerless to deny him anything. I wantedallof him and I was tired of waiting for it.
“Open my jeans, Matthew,” I demanded with as much force behind my words as I could summon. If we were doing this, Matt wasn't going to call the shots. If he wanted me, he was going to have to take whatever I gave him.
Matt's pupils were blown, and he licked his lips as he flicked open the button on my pants. I pressed my thumb against his lips, applying pressure until his mouth fell open. I never realized there was a direct connection between the nerve endings in my hand and my cock but feeling the wet pressure of his mouth sucking me had me on the edge again. “Quit wasting time. I can think of much better places for those lips.”
Matt grunted his approval, never letting go of my thumb. If anything, he sucked harder as he fumbled to undo my zipper.
“Yeah, I think you like it when I tell you what to do,” I mused. It was foolish of me to think Matt would release my hand and slide down my body. He was a good boy, even if he had a bratty streak that burned bright most of the time. He was such a natural, I couldn’t believe we’d taken so long to get here. “Do you want me to tell you what to do, Matty? Do you need Daddy to help you please me?”
Matt nodded furiously. The air was forced from my lungs as he threw his arms around my neck and covered my body with his. I slid my other hand into his jeans, stilling him as he began to rut on top of me.
“Greedy boys don't get to come,” I warned him. “You don't want me to have to deny you the first time were together, do you?”
“You'd be denying yourself, too,” Matt sassed. Without giving myself time to second-guess, I pulled my hand out of his pants and smacked his ass hard.
Matt yelped.
I paused, waiting to see how he would react. The blissed-out, almost feral gleam in his eyes told me he liked being taken in hand. I would definitely have to remember that. I lost count of how many times I considered putting Matt over my lap and spanking his bare bottom when he went out of his way to irritate me. Now, I was starting to understand that was my little brat’s way of catching my attention.
“It’s going to be so much fun showing you everything I’ve kept carefully hidden.” I pushed on Matt’s shoulders, shoving him down my body. “Kneel, Matt. Show me you know how to wait for Daddy’s cock.”
I bit back a groan when he complied. Even still fully dressed, Matty was the picture of perfection. It was time to see him naked without having to pretend all that bare skin didn’t affect me. This was about to be the best Christmas for anyone ever.
7
Matt
The scents of Brandon had been seared on my brain throughout the years. I knew what he smelled like warm and fresh from the shower. The post-workout musk could wake me from the dead. But it was his arousal filling the air that had me light-headed and needy.
Brandon swatted my hand away when I reached for his dick. “Not until I say. You want to be with Daddy, you have to play by the rules.”
Daddy.
Brandon was Daddy.
It wasn’t all wishful thinking anymore.
“Yes, Daddy.” I sucked in a deep breath, feeling like a weight had been lifted from my chest. I didn’t have to hide how he made me feel anymore. And hewantedto be Daddy. It wouldn’t have surprised me if I woke up and realized that either this had all been a dream or I was dead. Those were the only logical explanations for how I’d missed all of this.
He patted my thigh. “Good boy. But Daddy wants to see you. Take off your shirt for me.”
I reached behind my neck, ready to rip the shirt I’d borrowed from him off my body.
Daddy smacked my thigh. I bit back a groan of pleasure and tossed my head back. If I thought it would get me what I wanted, I would have stripped in under five seconds and flopped onto the bed with my ass in the air. There were all sorts of spankings I wanted to explore now that I had a Daddy to call my own.
“This isn’t a race, brat,” he scolded me. “I want you to unwrap my present nice and slow.”
Brandon watched me as I slid my hands under the hem of the shirt. He kept rubbing my legs as I hitched the material higher. His tongue peeked out from between his lips and his cock twitched.
Idid that to him. He was already struggling to maintain control, and it was all because of me. Fuck, that was cool.
Without thinking too much about it, I swirled my thumbs over my nipples as I rocked gently. Brandon cupped my balls, giving them a quick squeeze. “Did I tell you you could do that?”
My mouth gaped open and closed a few times. The entire night felt like the world’s longest game of foreplay, and now he was upset that I was playing with my nipples as I stripped? Never mind the fact I was getting naked and putting myself on display becausehedemanded it. I was only human. He should be praising me for not shoving my jeans over my hips and jerking off until I marked him with my cum.
“If you keep that up, you’ll get me off and go to bed hard,” he warned me. “I’ll keep you wrapped in my arms until morning just to make sure you don’t try sneaking off to disobey me.”
