Looking down, I realized exactly what he was referring to. I’d have to start paying property taxes or some kind of land fees if my erection didn’t go down soon. “What can I say? Hearing you beg like that really did something to me.”
“Didn’t we already discuss the whole not getting too full of yourself thing? I don’t think you took it to heart if we did.”
I picked up my first slice of pizza, holding it in my hand. “I think I’m allowed to feel a little full of myself from time to time.”
Moon was a damn messy and loud eater. Usually, I’d find it offensive. With him, I found it endearing. He hadn’t even swallowed yet when he sassed back at me. “Arrogance doesn’t look good on you.”
“Says who?”
“Me.”
“I don’t think you’re the best judge of that.”
“Are you saying I’m arrogant?”
“I’m saying you’re a brat. Swallow your food. Have you never been told it’s rude to talk with your mouth full?”
He rolled his eyes at me, only further asking for an argument. But, to his credit, he did swallow his bite. “I’m usually far betterbehaved when my mouth is occupied. But you know that, don’t you, Daddy?”
That was not helping my current situation. It was taking every ounce of self-control I had not to blow my fucking load right at the dinner table. Every slight movement had my cock throbbing for more, begging for friction, screaming for release right then and there. I’d been focusing on the pizza on my plate, hoping it’d bring me down enough to actually exist on the same plane as Moon without jumping his bones again.
I wanted to see him look desperate. I wanted to see him beg and plead until he was red in the face. I wanted to hear every filthy sound that came out of his mouth end with a ‘Daddy.’ “I do indeed. I also know you’re being quite the brat to me, despite what I did for you earlier.”
“What you did for me earlier?”
“Mhm.”
“Care to elaborate?”
“I let you come. I kept an eye on the clock so I could give you five solid minutes to do so. I could’ve just left you dripping and begging once the pizzas were done, but I didn’t, did I?”
The dark brown of his eyes brightened. I could see his Adam’s apple bob as he gulped, and his chest rose and fell with shallow breaths. “You wouldn’t have. You were desperate for it, too. I know you were. You wouldn’t have had the balls to walk away.”
Leaning forward, I placed my arms on the table and looked him straight in the eye. “You can test me all you want, brat, but I can and will show you just how serious I am. In the end, you’re the one who folds the moment my hands are on you. Be more grateful, or I can promise right now that next time? You won’t have such a happy ending.”
“You want me to be more grateful?”
“What, is that too much to ask of you?”
He tilted his head. “How grateful do you want me to be?”
“Enough that I won’t have to toy with you too much.”
He hummed, pushing his plate away from him. “Deal.”
My brows came together in confusion. “Deal? We hadn’t agreed on anything.” My little brat didn’t say another word as I watched him slowly slink down from his chair and onto the floor. I tried to look beneath the table. “What’re you doing?”
Hands rubbed up my inner thighs, shocking a gasp from me. “I’m showing my gratitude, Daddy. Isn’t that what you want?”
I bit back a groan as his fingers worked my button and zipper. The table was blocking my view of him, but I could feel him everywhere. His hands roamed all over my legs just before gripping my waistband, tugging at it. I lifted just enough for him to pull my pants and boxers down, finally releasing my throbbing cock. The moment he wrapped his palm around me, I almost fucking combusted.
He gave me a few experimental strokes before leaning in, laving his tongue over my shaft as he moaned. “Fuck, Daddy, you’re so fucking big. And you taste so good.”
“Yeah?” It was barely more than a breath.
“Keep your hands on the table.”
“Is that a limit, or is that an order?”
