Chapter 9 November #3
Feelings of comfort and trust overwhelmed me, but I didn’t linger on them long before I mumbled, “Happy birthday, Daddy,” and fell asleep.
I woke with the sun shining from the warmth in my chest instead of the sky.
I looked over to see the side of Joey’s lovely face smooshed up in a pillow, his butt was pressed against my side.
I loved everything we did together, everything about him, and I wanted more—much more—of everything Joey.
I rolled over and pulled him into me, spooned against his smaller body, and whispered in his ear. “Wakey-wakey, baby-boy.”
He growled. “No…”
“Mmm…I had so much fun yesterday.” I pressed my morning wood against his ass. “Wanna play some more?”
“Why?” He hadn’t opened his eyes, and he was clutching the pillow tightly.
“I mean it. I had fun last night. You’re fucking adorable.”
His lips puckered like he was holding back a laugh, but he said. “So?”
“I want to do it again.”
“We’ll see.”
“How ‘bout I make breakfast, and we can talk about it?”
“We’ll see.”
My new boy was going to be stubborn, but I had a feeling I could get him out of bed. I got up and slipped into a clean pair of boxers and a T-shirt. When I looked over at Joey, he flinched, shutting his eyes. I’d caught him peeking. He was going to be trouble of the best kind.
Downstairs in the kitchen, breakfast supplies were at hand. Bread, cinnamon, butter, syrup. I started the coffee first, then pulled out an egg and milk. I hadn’t finished frying the first two pieces before he popped in.
“French toasties? For me?”
“Yep. You were such a good boy. Sit there.” I pointed to the bar, and he climbed up on a stool. “Coffee too.” I slid over a big mug, after filling it, along with the sugar bowl and creamer.
He fixed his coffee, then I put a plate of French Toast in front of him, sprinkled with powdered sugar and topped with plenty of syrup. Who didn’t love that?
“Yummy.” Joey dug in while I made a batch for myself.
By the time I sat next to him with mine, he was halfway finished, but he’d managed to get syrup everywhere. “I messy.” He held up a hand covered in the sticky sweetness.
I did what I had to do. I sucked one of his fingers into my mouth, then licked the palm of his hand. “You taste good. Wait. Got some here.” I leaned closer and striped a lick up his rough cheek. “You need to shave.”
Joey wiped his hands and face with his napkin without a word, and for a minute, I thought I’d crossed the line, but then Joey dropped to his knees and spun me around. He pulled my cock out of my boxers. “Joey?”
“Daddy needs a blowie.” How was I going to argue with that?
I wasn’t. Not when he sucked my cock into that precious mouth.
He licked around the head, sucking it like his binkie.
He was the most erotic and sexy man I’d ever known.
And if this was what he needed, I was damn sure going to give it to him.
But he was moving too slowly. Warmth spread through my belly, traveling to my cock, and I needed more suction, more friction, or maybe just more of him.
I grabbed his head and thrust my hips. Joey hummed in pleasure, so I did it again. And again. Until I slid from the barstool and stood over him, fucking into his mouth. I called out his name as I came down his throat, and he took it all in, swallowing as fast as my cock pumped it out.
Fuck! What had I been missing? I would have retired a few years earlier for sure if I’d known.
Joey sat back on his ass when he finally pulled off and looked up at me. “Damn.”
Then he stood up and grabbed his cock, pulling it out of his boxers.
He pulled on it and captured the precum leaking out of the tip in his palm.
The sight of Joey jacking off standing in my kitchen would stay with me forever.
I reached out and grabbed his shoulders, ready to help him out, when he grunted twice and came, squirting out all over the floor.
“Well. You might think that’s going to change my mind, but honestly, it’s kind of funny. And definitely sexy.”
Joey snorted a laugh and covered his mouth with his hand.
“But now we have work to do. We have to clean up this mess. Let’s get busy.”
With Joey helping, we got cleaned up fast. But then Joey seemed bored. “You want to work on the event?”
He shook his head. “No. Everything’s done, really.”
“Other clients or your social sites?”
“No.” Joey sighed. “I wanna play and you got nothing. No toys, no cars, no colors.”
“We can go over to your house and play? Or we can go shopping.”
“Shopping? You would buy me some toys?”
“I know you like that sort of thing, and I should have thought of it sooner.” Especially since I’d been thinking about what to buy for bath time.
This was all new to me, and I hated that it took him pointing out what I was lacking, but I needed to learn and that had to come from him. “We can shop online or go out.”
“If we go out, then we get things right away. I don’t have to wait.”
I raised an eyebrow. “My, that sounds like someone is getting spoiled.”
Joey bit his bottom lip and squirmed, which I was learning were his tells for not wanting to admit something. “Me?”
“Come here.” I pulled him onto my lap and kissed him. “I love spoiling you. Let’s get dressed and see what stores we can find.”
“Yay!” He ran around the living room with his arms in the air before dashing up the stairs.
I was in so much trouble, and I was going to love every second of it.