Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
Knightly
I was missing the fine print because something was wonderfully funny and definitely wicked judging by the grin on his face.
“I already have you… I’m your Daddy.” I gave him the suspicious look he wanted as I turned over and narrowed my gaze. It got another giggle from my naughty cutie, but I hummed and played along as I pushed up on one arm. “I think you were sneaky. What did I agree to?”
Something that was still really funny.
Laughing, he collapsed over me and poked my chest and side. “Me. You agreed to me. Ha. I traded you, so you can’t worry.”
Huh?
“I can always worry.” I was really good at it according to my giggly boy. “It’s a Daddy’s job. You said so.”
When he was moaning about me worrying about what time he’d gone to bed.
“But you traded.” His giggles eased back but he was still pleased as punch as he sat up. “You traded.”
“You still haven’t told me what I traded.” I was going to ask more questions next time he sounded that reasonable. “You’re already my boy.”
So what did he want more than he wanted to hold his art set?
Doing a little happy dance, he pushed me over onto my back and straddled my hips so his ass was nestled over my dick.
My confused dick.
Up.
Down.
Up.
“Me.” Rocking his hips, he rubbed his slick hole over my erection. “I traded for me.”
The blanks were starting to get filled in… mostly because of the way his body was moving, not his actual words.
“You’re a cute toy, so I’m going to love playing with you.” Did that mean making love with me was on the same level as getting an art set? “How should we play?”
I probably shouldn’t assume even though I thought I knew what his plan was.
“Oh, I know.” I teased the end of his soft cock with my finger. “Kisses.”
He managed not to laugh as he shook his head, but it was close as he rocked his hips again. “Nooo… try again.”
“Hmm?” He was enjoying the game, so I knew my job. “A massage?”
Collapsing onto me, he nearly folded himself in half as he laughed. “A massage… an inside massage…”
Okay, maybe that was as funny as he thought it was.
I played dumb instead of laughing, though.
“I don’t understand.” Wiggling my hand under him, I poked his tummy. “Are you hungry? That’s inside.”
I was hilarious and clearly needed to go on the comedy circuit.
When he could finally breath enough to sit up, he shook his head as he reached behind him to stroke the end of my dick. “My bottom is hungry, Daddy.”
Okay, it was as funny as he thought.
I wasn’t sure if Daddies should laugh at something like that, but just the way my chest jerked had him grinning like he was the best comedian ever. Still, I had to double-check a few things, so I gently stroked over his cock. “Are we sure? This guy seems tuckered out.”
Nodding confidently, he wiggled again. “I’m all clean and I got banana’d.”
Clean and stretched were good things… so was the fact that I’d made him talk about all this already.
“Should we cuddle for a while or take a nap until he’s ready to play again?” While we’d talked about anal sex, I hadn’t asked his thoughts on more interesting ways it could go.
I should have, but he was adorably distracting.
“Nope.” His wiggles and my imagination had my cock back to full steam ahead, but he bent himself into a pretzel to reach behind him and give it a few full strokes. “Now. You traded.”
I was going to ask about the fine print next time we ran into this situation.
“Well, I traded.” Daddies kept their promises and it was technically good on my limits list. He’d even been thinking about it long enough to get distracted at home cleaning himself out. “And you’re really cute.”
That got more giggles and an ear-to-ear grin. “Yep.”
So confident.
Thankfully, smarter than his family.
“I got my plan, Daddy.” It seemed like he’d already figured out how this was going to work, but I was going to take some of the credit for that because I’d made sure to ask enough questions before we’d gotten to this point. “Kisses first.”
As I mentally guessed what that meant, I realized as he bent forward he actually was thinking about regular kisses.
I approved.
He started with adorably light ones, barely pecking over my lips. “Kiss. Kiss. Kiss. Mine. Mine. Mine.”
Me.
I belonged to him.
“All yours, little firecracker.” His smile that time was possessive and pleased, and my promise got me another kiss. Each one got deeper and slightly more grown-up, but before we got to full-on-adult tongue-twister-type kisses, he rocked back and slid himself onto my dick.
He was right… bananas were amazing.
“My Daddy. My toy. My cum.” Between cleaning and his fruit-based foreplay, he was tight but perfectly slick and wonderfully ready for me to fill him up in one smooth stroke. It was so good my eyes just about rolled back in my head, but thinking about my sexy boy held the best of the pleasure back.
It shouldn’t have.
He might not have gotten hard, but as he sat up and started riding my cock, he was clearly having a good time.
“It’s even better than being banana’d, Daddy.” As I made a mental note that we needed to try giving him an anal orgasm when he was wearing a cock cage, I nodded and ran my hands over his chest. That got another pleased sound from him and had him bouncing faster. “I love cuddles.”
That was what we were calling this?
“Cuddles are the best.” And watching him enjoy it so completely made it even better. “You’re so sexy, baby.”
Oh, that giggle.
Seeing him so happy and thoroughly enjoying the game he’d instigated made it easy to stop overthinking it.
If he didn’t need a hard cock and an orgasm to have fun, I wasn’t going to force it on him.
“It goes deeper than the banana, but if you lean forward I think it’ll bump your button, little firecracker. ”
The toy was definitely a good way to open himself for more fun and his enthusiastic use of it made it so there was nothing but pleasure on his face.
“This is so much fun.” Rocking faster, he used my cock hard and snickered every time he gave himself a rush of pleasure. “This way… this way I won’t get distracted and miss any of the fun.”
Oh.
I’d think more about that tidbit later, but for the moment I gave up thinking and let him use my erection like a dirty carnival toy. There was nothing sexier than watching him wearing such a big smile and loving every second of our new game.
Rocking his hips, he made sure I hit his prostate with every stroke and clenched his muscles as I bottomed out. Every sexy move had pleasure rushing through both of us but I loved watching his body writhe over me as he had fun making love to me.
Because getting reactions out of me was definitely a big part of the game.
Squeezing tight, he pulled almost all the way off me before sinking lower and giggling as he made me moan. “I’m so good at this game.”
My rough mix of laugh and moan proved his point and gave him a thrill that had more giggles bursting out… and made him focus on making me crazy.
I tried to fight it and even shook my head and squeezed my eyes at one point, but laughter vibrating through him turned him into my own kind of toy. “You’re… you’re going to make me explode, little firecracker.”
“Special boys. Special bottoms.”
He was adorable.
And sneaky because as I closed my eyes again and tried to go backward through the alphabet, he cheated.
One set of naughty fingers pinched my nipple and another set wrapped around my balls.
“Fuck.”
Cheater.
Oh, those wicked giggles.
My beautiful boy kept up the wonderful pleasure as I finally exploded in him, filling him with my cum and making him as dirty as he’d said he wanted.
And judging by his pleased sounds and wiggles, he’d been very honest about that adorable desire.
“Daddy’s dirty boy.” He collapsed on top of me as I finally came down from the high he sent me on, doing the cutest happy dance as he grinned ear to ear. “You trade good, Daddy.”
“You do too.” My adorable nut loved that and gave me a smacky kiss as my cock slipped out of him. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” He tried to look serious but that was even cuter. “I’m ready for playtime, Daddy.”
At some point I was going to figure out where he got all his energy from.
“I don’t know… I think I need kisses first.” Pretending to frown, I furrowed my brows and did my best to look dramatic. “I need hugs too and you need to tell me how special I am and what a good job I did.”
Nodding, he kept up his serious face. “Aftercare. Got to take care of you.”
“Thank you.” I made sure that was just as dramatic as my pout and huffed. “I’m special.”
“You’re my good Daddy.” He barely held on to his serious face as he petted my head. “You’re very special.”
It was my turn to give him a kiss that time. “You take good care of me.”
“You saved me from the invaders and bought me a banana. I had to be nice.” His shrug said something fun was going to come next. “And inside sex was on our list. Check.”
Checking off his list.
Brat.
“I’m going to need to see the rest of that list.” Narrowing my gaze had him pressing his lips together to keep his sillies inside. “I have questions.”
“After you’re my good helper, Daddy.” Cheek kisses said I was being adorably manipulated. “Because you promised to be my good laundry helper. Kisses and inside sex mean lots of finding and washing and folding.”
Fine print was going to be very important with my naughty cutie.
“I’m going to be an expensive helper next time.” My stern glare had him losing control and snickers escaping. “You just wait.”
Yep, I learned lessons very thoroughly and I was going to have to start working on my list of bribes very soon.
After more kisses… and our conversation about what leads up to keys… and his laundry.