He nods and takes small steps into the room. Right. He’s still locked in the cock cage and he’s still got the plug inside him. It’s been longer than I’d planned, and I’m aching to lay him out and see him prepped and ready for me.
Maybe not on my desk, though.
And then Silas melts to the floor like he can’t stand up any longer and crawls on hands and knees around my desk. I swivel my chair to face him and he comes up in between my knees. His cheeks are pink and his lips red and puffy, like he’s been biting them. He shimmies closer and puts his elbows on my thighs.
“Hi, Daddy.”
“Hi, baby.” He looks expectant, and all the agonizing and self-recrimination I’ve been stewing in seems like not just a waste of time, but ungrateful when I have this precious boy on his knees before me, waiting to please me. Wanting to please me. “Would you like to suck Daddy’s cock?”
Silas grins. “Hell, yeah. I thought you’d never ask.”
His hands reach for my slacks and make quick work of the button and zip. He gets my cock out and his mouth immediately engulfs it. I run my fingers through his hair and clasp my hands at the base of his skull.
I hold his head lightly and let him set the pace. Until he gets really into it and he’s taking more and more of my cock down his throat. His tongue piercing scrapes the underside of my cock and his mouth is hot and wet and perfect. The next time he goes down, I hold him there, my hands pressing down on his head, the heels of my palms squeezing his neck.
I can feel air blowing in and out of his nostrils at the base of my cock and the soft give of his throat is going to make me come sooner than I’d expected. I let him up for air once and he sucks in a quick gulp, his eyes blinking around tears in his lashes. Then I force his head down again and hold him still while I pump short, quick jerks of my hips, up and up and up, into his throat. The choking noises he makes while I unload make my orgasm feel like it lasts longer than normal.
When I stop pulsing into Silas’s throat, I let go of his head and he pulls off my softening cock with a huge gasp for air. He’s got one elbow digging into the muscle of my inner thigh, bracing himself, while his back curls forward and he coughs wetly into his other hand.
I dig awkwardly into the pocket of my slacks for a handkerchief and hand it to him. “If you get come on my rug, I’ll stripe your ass hard enough you won’t sit comfortably for a week, boy.”
I don’t mean it. I just damn near choked him with my cock and if a little come drips onto the rug, I’ll clean it up later. But he looks up at me with his face shiny from tears and snot and come and grins a white-spattered toothy grin at me. “No, Daddy, I wouldn’t do that.”
His eyes are shining like he’s just been given the best present he could think of. Then his back curls forward again and he coughs into the handkerchief some more.
I stroke his hair until he settles and rests his head on my thigh. Then I gently grasp his upper arms, lifting him off me, and push my chair back. “I’ll get something to clean you up, sweetheart.”
He nods and sort of slumps sideways, leaning against my desk. When I come back from the kitchen with wet wipes and a glass of chocolate soy milk, he’s sprawled on his back on the floor.
I set the wet wipes and the glass on my desk and perch on the corner of it. “Come here, baby. Let’s clean you up.”
He rolls over and pushes himself up to his knees by my desk, his ass resting on his heels. He lifts his face and I clean it with wet wipes, scrubbing the come and tear tracks from his cheeks.
“My eyelashes are sticky,” he says.
“Which eye?”
He blinks a couple of times and I can see the lashes clump together. “Both of them.”
I take a corner of wet wipe and scrub gently at his lashes until they separate. “Better?”
“Mmm, yeah. Thank you, Daddy.”
He leans his head against my knee and I stroke his head, letting the silky strands run through my fingers.
“You’re such a good boy for me, Silas.”
He nuzzles his cheek against my knee and I could stay here for the rest of the afternoon, but it’s past time to take the cage off. I tap the back of his head. “Up you go, baby.”
“Don’t wanna,” he says and he sounds sleepy and content.
“You don’t want to go to my bedroom?”
Silas pops his head up, suddenly alert. “Oh! No, I definitely want that. Are you finally going to fuck me, Daddy?”
Fourteen
Silas
