“Are you ready for your reward?” Danny nodded sleepily. I hooked my hands in his armpits and lifted him off the ground. He collapsed on top of me, still not completely recovered. “You were so good for me. I’m almost sorry I made you wait so long.”
“You can make it up to me.” He smirked as he pressed his lips to mine. I loved the fire he showed. He might be submissive, but he enjoyed keeping me on my toes. He wasn’t afraid to speak his mind.
“I plan on it.” I hooked my leg around his and flipped us, so he was under me. “Starting now. Put your hands behind your head anddon’tmove them.”
It was less than a minute before Danny’s body was bucking off the bed, chasing my mouth every time I moved away from his body. “Don’t rush me. I haven’t had a chance to properly savor your body yet.”
“Who’s fault is that?” Danny sniped. My hand cracking against his hip echoed off the high ceilings in my townhouse. Danny moaned, and I rewarded him by taking his entire length into my mouth.
I sucked hard and fast, massaging his balls while my fingers pressed against his taint. His entire body vibrated with the effort he put into keeping still.
“Please, Sir. I need to come!”
“Any time you’re ready, boy.” Permission seemed to be the only thing holding him back. I pulled off, suckling the spongy head, coaxing him over the edge. “That’s it, sweetheart. Come for me. Let me taste you.”
Danny’s hands never moved from under the pillow as I sucked him dry. His body twitched, but I didn’t relent until he cried out in pain. As he recovered, he reached out for me. “Please, Sir. This morning calls for cuddles.”
“I can’t disagree with that.” There was no rush. We could sleep a bit longer, then try again to restart our day with important conversations.
* * *
Sated by mutual orgasms,it was a matter of minutes before Danny and I succumbed to sleep. Dust motes danced in the sunlight when I woke up a few hours later. This time, I was careful to not wake Danny as I snuck out of the bed. I slowly shut the door behind me, hoping he’d keep resting until breakfast was ready.
Earlier in the week, I had stocked the kitchen with Danny’s favorites, hoping I could convince him to spend the weekend with me. I pulled out the pineapple and blueberries, creating a simple fruit salad. While the coffee brewed, I whipped up the eggs, milk, and spices for French toast. Personally, I was burned out on the dish, but he loved it. Then again, he hadn’t eaten it four nights in the past couple of weeks, trying to perfect everything as a surprise.
There was still no sign of life from the bedroom when breakfast was done, so I loaded everything onto the tray I’d told my sister I’d never use when she was in one of her decluttering phases and insisted I’d get more use out of it than she would. This morning, I was grateful she’d shoved it in one of my cabinets and told me to see who was right.
And now I’d have to thank her. I swore she did shit like that just so I’d be beholden to her.
The tray looked a bit bare after I loaded a heaping plate of French toast and bacon onto it along with orange juice and two mugs of coffee. I ducked outside and snipped a few fresh flowers from my neighbor’s beds. She’d told me to help myself, and I hoped she meant it.
Danny looked so peaceful curled up in my bed. He hugged one of my pillows to his chest. I carefully set the tray on the nightstand before climbing into bed next to him.
“Time to wake up, Danny,” I whispered. His nose scrunched up and he buried his face in the pillows. “Come on. I have a surprise for you, but not until after you eat.”
He pulled the pillow away from his face, sniffing the air. “You made bacon?”
“I did.” I laughed because I’d learned there wasn’t much Danny wouldn’t do for bacon and coffee. The one thing I knew for sure was this morning’s breakfast included all of his favorites. I plucked a piece off the plate and held it out for him. “There’s also French toast, pineapple, and coffee.”
“Careful, I might start to think you really love me,” he teased.
My heart skipped a beat because I’d had the same thought recently. It was too soon, but he was exactly the type of boy I could fall in love with. Our kinks lined up perfectly, his insecurity fed my need to take care of him, and the sex was hot as hell. If all that wasn’t enough, he was a great guy I enjoyed spending time with.
“Or I just want to butter you up so you’ll bend over for me later,” I quipped, needing to change the topic before I said something I couldn’t take back.
After Danny sat up, I placed the tray over his lap and grabbed my coffee. Being the sweet boy that he was, he alternated between taking bites for himself and feeding me. He scooted around until he was leaning against my side. “Thank you for inviting me to stay with you last night.”
I pressed a finger to his lips before he could say anything about what had happened to derail our plans. His tender heart dwelled on those who were in a worse place than him, and I didn’t want him worrying about Justice. He was as safe as he could be. We’d check in on him and offer him whatever help we could to keep him from going back. None of that was Danny’s to worry about.
Besides, we had much more important things to discuss. “I want to talk to you about something you said this morning.”
Danny tensed. When I placed a hand to his chest, I felt his anxiety building in his rapid heartbeat. “We don’t have to go bare. It was probably stupid of me to even suggest it, but that’s something I’ve never done with anyone else. I want there to be something that isn’t tainted by my past.”
“Easy, boy,” I soothed him, pressing a finger to his lips. It bolstered my ego knowing that this was something he craved from me, that when the time came, I would be the only one who knew what it felt like to fill his sweet body with my release. “Know that I’m not opposed to the idea, but it’s not something you can bring up to me when we’re in the middle of an encounter.”
“I didn’t mean to. I’ve been thinking about it since even before the first time you fucked me, and it just sort of came out,” he explained in a rush. “Like I said, it’s not something wehaveto do. I know a lot of guys aren’t into unprotected sex. I’m not, either, but there’s something about you that makes me want it.”
“Shhh, it’s okay,” I whispered before kissing his neck. “I feel the same way about you. That’s why I went and got tested a few weeks ago. I want us to get to the point where we share the level of trust and commitment ditching the condoms requires.”
