“Because then I’d have to be punished?” I was failing to see the downside. I could tell him I had to go pee, rub one out in approximately twelve seconds, come back to bed, and I’d earn myself a Christmas morning spanking. Wins all the fucking way around.
“You might not like the ways I come up with to punish you, brat.” Brandon pushed himself upright, leaned forward, and pinched my nipple. As if that wasn’t bad enough, the jerk twisted it, too. I let out a pained cry. I was all for stimulation, but that shit seriously hurt. “Oh, you don’t like that, huh? Maybe I’ll get you some weighted nipple clamps. They’ll tug every time you move, reminding you why you need to be a good boy so Daddy can give you fun punishments.”
“That’s an oxymoron.” I was damned proud of myself for remembering a more eloquent word than ‘dumb’.
“No, fun punishments are either rewards when you do something right or they could be preemptive correction if needed,” he explained. Problem was, he kept talking and playing with my chest at the same time, which made it impossible to make sense of the words. “Maybe a cage so you couldn’t get hard without permission, or a spanking every morning before breakfast so your tender backside serves as a reminder that you’re Daddy’s boy and he cares enough to center you.”
That didn’t sound so bad. Brandon slid his hands up my chest, bunching the fabric as he went. “Hands up, Matty. If you’re my present, I think it makes sense that I get to be the one who unwraps you.”
“I like that idea.” And if he got to unwrap me, then I got to do the same because after tonight, there was nothing else that could possibly top what he was about to give me. But when I reached to tug off Brandon’s shirt, he batted my hand away again. “No fair. You don’t get to stay dressed when I’m naked.”
“No one ever said things were going to be fair,” Brandon scolded me. “You said you wanted to give me control. That means you don’t get to make the decisions. I’ll decide when you get to play some more. If you hadn’t decided to talk back, you could have my cock down your throat already. Now, I might make you wait.”
He wouldn’t. We’d both waited too long already, and the only reason he wouldn’t gag me with that missile he was packing would be if he was too eager to annihilate my ass with it. I sniggered, pretty damned proud of my wit. Brandon glared at me. “Sorry. You’re right. But I don’t think you should punish yourself just because I got greedy.”
Brandon flicked my nipples again before pushing me back on the couch. His reflexes weren’t affected in the least by his arousal, and he managed to slide a hand around to the back of my head, cushioning me so I didn’t slam my head against the worn-out arm of the couch. I tipped my head to the side, giving him access as he kissed and nibbled his way from my ear to my collarbone. Every graze of his teeth sent a jolt straight to my dick. “Please…”
“You know what to say, baby.” He inched his way down my body, looking up at me as he flicked his tongue over my pec. “Who’s taking care of you?”
“You are, Daddy,” I panted. My back arched off the couch as he rewarded me by sucking my tender nub. Without letting up, he flicked open the button on my jeans. I lifted my hips, allowing him to shove the fabric down my legs. As he continued tormenting me with love bites down my stomach, I kicked my pants to the floor. Brandon curled his hand around my length and started stroking me. My foot dropped over the edge of the couch, leaving me splayed wide for him. “Need you, Bran. Been waiting forever to have you inside me.”
“And you will before the night is over unless you keep rushing me.” He slid back on the cushions until I could feel his hot breath ghosting over my dick. He shoved a hand between my legs, fondling my balls as the tip of his finger pressed against my entrance. I wanted him in there. His dick would be better, but I was too needy I didn’t give a fuck if it was his cock, fingers, or tongue as long as something gave me sweet relief. Brandon nuzzled his nose in the crease between my hip and groin, inhaling deeply before licking a stripe beside my cock. I whimpered, pleading with him to give me more, but I wasn’t sure there were any actual words in there. “There’s a box on the floor. Can you reach it?”
I nearly tumbled off the couch as I blindly flailed around for it. My brows knit with confusion when I came back with a small box wrapped in dark green paper with a silver bow on top. “What’s this?”
The way Brandon’s cheeks turned bright red made me even more curious. He wasn’t the type to get embarrassed, but he tucked his chin to his chest as he worried his lip between his teeth. It was cute. He snatched the box out of my hand. “I couldn’t think of anything to get you for Christmas. And now, it feels cheesy. But…”
“But nothing.” I stole the box back. It was clumsy as hell to open it while flat on my back with my best friend between my legs and nothing but my erect dick between us. I tossed the bow over the back of the couch, then tore into the paper. The lid of the box popped off and a bottle clobbered me between the eyes. “Fuck!”
I ran a hand over the bridge of my nose. Brandon bent down and smoothed the hurt before kissing between my eyebrows. “That’s not how this was supposed to go. I swear, only you could wind up with two black eyes on Christmas morning because you were assaulted by a bottle of lube.”
My eyes widened, which hurt like a bitch because…hello, I’d apparently taken a bottle of lube to the face. Brandon was right, this was totally an injury only I was capable of. But that meant he’d planned on this happening tonight. It wasn’t just hormonal overload, hewantedtonight to be the first night for us. And that would have been worth it even if that fucking bottle had busted the hell out of my face.
I cupped Brandon’s face in my hands, pulling him close enough that I could kiss him. When he tried to pull back after our noses brushed and I couldn’t hold back a wince, I held tighter. He wasn’t getting away from me. I didn’t want him feeling bad about this. “On the bright side, now we can tell the story about how you tried breaking my nose on our first Christmas together rather than how you split me in two with that cock.”
“I’m beginning to rethink my gift. You’re never going to let me live this down, are you?” he grumbled, but the hard cock against my thigh told me he was lying about having second thoughts. He might regret giving me a booby-trapped gift box, but the contents would be put to good use.
“Nope, but you wouldn’t have me any other way,” I teased. “But maybe you should bereallynice to me tonight since you tried killing me with lube.”
“I didnottry killing you,” Brandon argued. He flicked open the cap on the lube, which he’d apparently thought ahead enough to dick around with the safety seals before wrapping. I shivered when I heard the squelch of him squeezing lube onto his fingers. “I wastryingto be a good boyfriend. I didn’t want something like a lack of supplies to derail the actual gift. Plus, it was either something symbolic like wrapping the lube and condoms or tying a bow around my dick.”
“I’d have paid money to see that.” I pushed myself up and glanced over the back of the couch. If I could get out from under him, I could grab the bow I’d so carelessly cast aside.
Brandon pushed me back down to the cushions. “Focus, Matt. After what happened with the first present you tried to unwrap, I’m afraid for my safety if you tried gift-wrapping me.”
“But it’d be fun,” I whined. Brandon glared at me as he started backing away. I held onto him for dear life. He’d promised me sexy times and he wasn’t running away until both of us were sweaty and sated. “Fine, not tonight, but you’d better think of some sexy fun times for my birthday. You’re setting a precedent here.”
“Oh, I am, huh?” Before I could respond, I felt a slick finger pressing against my hole. Brandon pushed the tip past my entrance. “Maybe I’d better not let you havetoomuch fun tonight then. I wouldn’t want to set the bar unachievably high.”
“No, no, it’s fine. Really. Set that bar like a world champion pole vaulter.” My rambling sent me into a fit of laughter as I caught myself before telling Brandon he could vault my pole anytime. Maybe that knock to the head had been harder than I thought. My laughter was cut off as Brandon added a second finger and pushed forward until I felt his knuckles pressed against my ass. “Oh fuck. More, Bran.”
The asshole pulled out, leaving my hole spasming, seeking more of the pressure he’d given me. “Who’s in charge here?”
Oh fuck.I was still having a hard time remembering he actuallywantedme to call him Daddy. It wasn’t a slip if I said it, it was giving him what he craved.
“You are, Daddy,” I whispered. Tears pooled along my lashes, but it wasn’t because I was in pain. Everything felt so…big. Brandon was giving me everything I’d ever wanted but thought I couldn’t have.
I was rewarded with Daddy’s fingers sliding into my ass again. When he grazed over my prostate, I nearly levitated. My cock leaked onto my stomach, and I wasn’t sure how much longer I’d be able to hold off my orgasm. I wanted to beg him to fuck me unconscious, but I knew I was already on thin ice. Daddy was in charge tonight and I needed to wait for him to decide he was ready.
