I hum in approval. “That’s an excellent idea.” I lean back, and he falls to his knees in front of me. “Don’t take it out and no hands,” I warn him sternly.
He nods and begins mouthing at the silk of my panties.
God, what a good feeling. I’m going to make him sit at my feet and worship me while I work.
WTF?
I never think about more with guys.
No, it’s not just him, it’s the idea. Who wouldn’t want their dick sucked while working?
Yeah, that’s it.
“Oh fuck.” I lean my head back and forget about eating when he uses his teeth to nibble my head. “Hell yeah, that’s a good boy.” I can feel his smile against my dick, and I’m glad he’s enjoying himself too.
“I love these.” He runs his nose along my dick, and my fingers tangle in his soft hair. “So smooth and sexy.”
“I’ve got a whole collection.” We both still at my words. That sounds like it might mean more visits. “You’re lucky you got to see my best pair.”
“Black is sexy, but I bet red would really pop against your skin.”
“Good insight. Now stop talking and get to work.”
He looks at me and locks his lips with a turn of an imaginary key before throwing it away.
“You need your mouth open to suck dick.” So I pretend to reach for the key and unlock his lips. “Now get to work.”
He nuzzles and mouths at the silky fabric before speaking. “Yes, Daddy.”
That’s the second time he’s called me that, and I don’t think it’s an accident. I don’t know if he means it like, “Do me, Daddy” or “Diaper me, Daddy.”
I’ve never thought about having a Little, but the idea isn’t unappealing. I like spoiling people, I just don’t have anyone to spoil. I try to spoil my dad and Izzy, but they don’t really feel comfortable with it. Mom is too comfortable with it, and that’s why I don’t spoil her. She doesn’t appreciate it.
But if I had my own boy to dress and take care of… Nah. I’m too selfish. I wouldn’t make a good Daddy.
I look down at the handsome man on his knees and worshiping my cock. He doesn’t scream Little, but he’s definitely the submissive partner, and I like that.
I take a drink of my water and sigh.
His mouth is warm, and the rough scratch of his beard would be too much against my sensitive skin, but the silk gives it the right bite.
“That’s good, babe, real good,” I praise and tug at his hair. “Your mouth is so hot. I wonder how wet it is.”
His face pops up, and he looks excited. “Can I take it out?”
“Sure, baby. If that’s what you want.” I brush his hair off of his forehead.
He doesn’t answer me and instead pulls my panties down and under my balls before he dives on my dick.
“Such an eager cocksucker, but don’t make me come,” I warn, and he lightens his suction. “Yeah, that’s right,” I purr. “Take your time, make it last.”
Whit proceeds to give me the hottest blow job of my life. He runs open-mouth kisses up and down my shaft before licking back up. He rubs his lips over me and then strokes me as he buries his face in my balls, gently sucking each one in.
“Fuck, your mouth is amazing,” I praise him, and I’m getting close. He’s basically edged me into oblivion. “You have two options.” I lift his chin, and he licks at my head while watching me with his warm brown eyes. “Mmmm… I can come in your mouth or I can fuck you again.”
He gives me a sly smile and stands up. Then he pushes the dishes out of the way, bends over and pulls his boxers down, before lying with his chest flat against the table.
“You greedy bottom.” I run my hands over his ass before slipping a finger inside. Whit grunts and pushes back, sucking me in all the way. “You can’t wait until we get back to your room?” I add another finger.
