“You want to help Daddy undress?” He nods. “Tell me what you want,” I demand, and he shivers.
“I want to help you undress, Daddy.”
“Good boy.” I move my hands to my sides, and he knee walks over to me before pulling my tie loose. Then he works the buttons open.
“You’re so handsome,” he whispers. “These big muscles and all this sexy hair.” He makes a yummy noise. “This body is a work of art.” His hands still when he gets to the scar across my stomach. “What happened?”
“Remember how I told you about the angry man?”
“Yes.” His fingers trace the long but thankfully shallow scar.
“He’s got a lot of enemies, and someone tried to stab him during a fight.”
“He better have retired after that,” Rory growls, and I laugh.
“He did.”
“Was it really bad?” Rory looks worried, so I tilt his chin to me.
“It didn’t even need stitches.”
He nods and resumes undressing me.
“Will you promise to be careful? I just found you, and I don’t want to lose you.”
“Nothing will ever keep me from you.”
“Promise?” His slender arms push off my shirt before crossing behind my neck. He stares into my eyes with his bright green ones. Not many people can hold eye contact with me, but he can.
“I promise.”
“Good.” Rory grabs my shoulders and pulls backwards so I tumble on top of him with a chuckle.
“Careful, rabbit.” Thankfully, I catch myself before I crush him.
He wraps his slim but strong legs around my hips before leaning up and whispering in my ear, “I want to feel your body on mine.”
“Maybe you should suck me first. I wouldn’t want to drip all over you.” He groans like the idea gets him hot. “You want my milk on you, baby boy?”
“Yes.”
“But that would mean less for you to drink,” I tease.
“I’d still get the milk.” He winks and pinches my nipple.
“You sneaky little thing.” I bend down to kiss him, and he pulls me tight. My tongue sneaks over his lips and he parts for me so sweetly, but then he suddenly freezes and starts shaking.
I roll off him in case I made him feel trapped. “Rory? Baby? Tell me what you need.” He just sits there for a moment, and I’m just starting to get really worried when he throws himself into my arms and buries his face in my neck.
“I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” His head shakes no against my skin. “Is this like last night when you couldn’t talk?” He nods yes and snuggles closer. “Would suckling make you feel better?”
Rory wiggles lower in my arms and teases my nipple until it’s hard enough to latch on to.
“Such a good boy.” I card my fingers through his hair, and he grins. “Thank you for helping me.”
When I wake up the next morning, Rory is already latched on, and he’s thrusting gently against my thigh. I’m about to tease him for his eagerness, but he’s still asleep. This boy is so sweet and scared, but his body betrays what he truly wants. He misses intimacy, and I can give that to him, so I stay still and experience the sweet torture of his mouth and watch as he thrusts his hard little dick against me. It makes a cute tent in his pajamas. I ignore my own throbbing erection which is making a much more impressive tent in my pajamas. I’m tempted to reach down and squeeze it to relieve some of the pressure, but I don’t want to wake him, so I suffer in silence.
Suffer?
