Chapter 7
DAMIEN
My boy was light as a feather, but honestly, if he hadn’t needed me so badly, I probably would have staggered when I first lifted him into my arms, my knees weak and my heart still racing from the mind-blowing perfection of the orgasm he’d just given me.
Jack made me strong, though, and even though my balls had gotten some relief now—momentary relief, just enough to take the edge off and give me the stamina I’d need to fuck him the way he deserved later—I still had a burning need of my own that had to be sated.
The need to take care of him, just like I’d promised.
I laid him out on the bed. “So beautiful, sweetheart,” I said, feasting my eyes on his perfect form. “I want you naked, though.”
“Yes, Daddy,” he said breathlessly, scrambling upright as he yanked at the tiny top he wore, pulling it off and tossing it aside before I had time to blink, then reaching for his shorts.
A fierce, possessive smile spread across my face at his eagerness, but—
“No, baby,” I said, plucking his hands away and pushing him back down on the bed. “That’s my job, remember? Daddy gets to take care of you.”
He whimpered like the perfectly needy boy he was, but settled right down like I’d told him to without fighting me on it. If anything, that pretty little cock of his seemed to get even harder, jerking and twitching in his shorts like it had a mind of its own.
If I’d been even a decade younger, seeing his desperation on full display like that, having visible evidence of what being mine did to him, would have been enough to revive me for round two right then and there.
I was forty goddamn years old, though. I was going to need a minute.
“Daddy?” Jack whispered, the obscene-looking wet spot outlining the head of his cock spreading before my eyes as his slim shaft jerked against the paper-thin material of those slutty little shorts I couldn’t wait to get off him.
“Patience, sweetheart,” I said, taking a moment to get my clothes off too, then joining him on the bed and sliding my palms up his thighs.
They were slim, like the rest of him, with lightly defined muscles and the faintest dusting of the same silky white-blond hair I couldn’t seem to keep my hands out of on his head.
They’d also felt perfect around my waist when I’d carried him in here…
although the next time he wrapped them around me like that, I planned on being balls deep in his beautiful little ass.
I groaned at the thought, and my cock’s instant reaction to the needy whimper Jack gave me in return told me that maybe I wouldn’t need quite as much recovery time as I’d originally thought.
First things first, though.
I pulled his shorts down, letting his cock spring free.
“Oh God, Daddy, I’m going to come,” he gasped, slapping his hands over it as his hips thrust uncontrollably into the air.
I tossed his shorts aside and pinned his hips to the bed, something hot and almost unbearably sweet awakening in my chest as I held him in place and got another grateful, adoring look for it.
He was precious… and sexy as hell. He deserved to be treasured. Protected. And—I could feel a predatory smile spreading over my face—maybe tortured a little, too, the eager little thing.
For his own good, of course.
I pulled his hands away from his cock and pinned them over his head.
“No coming yet, sweetheart,” I said firmly, biting back another smile at the way the restraint already had him squirming again. “Didn’t we just cover this?”
He groaned, which was goddamn adorable, then his cheeks flushed bright red as he seemed to catch himself. “Sorry,” he whispered, settling down again and peeking up at me through his lashes. “I’ll… I’ll be good.”
Jesus, my heart.
“I don’t think you could be anything else, Jack,” I said, meaning it completely. I kept his wrists secured with one hand and ran the other down the side of his beautifully flushed body. “You’re incredible, baby. I’ve never had my cock sucked like that before.”
“Incredible” applied to far more than just his cock sucking skill, though.
He ticked all my boxes, every damn one, even the ones I’d never admitted to myself I actually had.
And I wasn’t too proud to admit, at least to myself, that if it turned out I was wrong about the feelings he stirred up in me, it was going to gut me.
I didn’t think I was wrong, though.
Fuck, I’d work my goddamn ass off, do whatever it took, to make sure I wasn’t wrong.
“Incredible,” I murmured again, repeating it because it was true.
Jack bit his lip, but it didn’t stop a sweet smile from curving his cheeks up as the compliment made him blush again. “I’m glad you liked it, Daddy. I did, too? And I could… could do it again? Whenever you want.”
Ah. He thought I’d just been referring to the blowjob.
His gaze flicked down to my cock with an appreciative look of near reverence before I could correct him on that, and he shyly added, “Maybe… maybe now?”
“Greedy boy,” I teased, even though the way he so easily forgot about his own need in favor of mine made him anything but.
“Sorry,” he said, thankfully with a sparkle in his eyes this time instead of the flash of fear I’d seen the first few times he’d apologized to me tonight.
“Your mouth is heaven, baby,” I told him with a wicked smile, “but you’re right, I’ll use it whenever I want. Daddy’s in charge. And right now, there’s something else I want from you.”
“Yes, Daddy,” Jack said, so eagerly there was no way it could be anything but utterly genuine. “Anything. I’ll do anything.”
This boy. Jesus.
He’d been a hair’s breadth away from coming without permission a moment ago, but the minute he saw the chance to please me instead, his entire focus shifted.
All he wanted to do was make me happy. He was practically vibrating with it. Foolish or not, how could I possibly resist falling for him? It had to be real.
I cleared my throat, because this wasn’t the time for that.
Not when my boy was still aching and hard and counting on his Daddy to take care of it…
or maybe not counting on it, actually, since he seemed to have forgotten what I’d promised already.
He seemed to think I was about to ask him to service me in some way.
He was wrong.
“What you need to do for me, baby, is tell me your favorite way to come.”
Jack’s eyes went wide, then his hips were thrusting into the air again, that gorgeous, wet cock of his flushed a deep, enticing red as it bobbed and slapped against his taut stomach.
“You mean I… I can? You’ll let me come? Because I need to, Daddy.
Please. Please make me. Daddy, I’m so horny. I need—”
“I know, sweetheart,” I cut in, even though his frantic begging was like a goddamn aphrodisiac, all that sweet desperation of his already breathing life back into my spent cock.
“And yes, you’re going to get to come, but—” I squeezed his wrists to remind him who he belonged to, “—you’re going to let Daddy be the one who makes that happen. No touching yourself.”
This time, I only said it to tease him. At this point, it was pretty clear that he didn’t actually want to.
The boy loved me being in charge, and goddamn, did that ever work for me.
And sure enough, the minute I reminded him that I’d be the one to take care of him, that gorgeous little cock of his gushed with even more slick, his balls tightening before my eyes and his shaft throbbing fit to burst.
He whined, rubbing his ass on the bed as he squirmed and tensed his thighs and gave me big, liquid-silver puppy eyes… but of course he made no move whatsoever to disobey me. He barely even tugged against my hold on his wrists, much less tried to give himself any true relief.
And that perfect submission of his, combined with the low, needy whine that I still wasn’t sure he realized he made whenever he got truly desperate? It didn’t just work for me; it made my possessive nature feel downright feral for a second.
This boy was meant to be mine. His sweetness triggered a deep, irrevocable need to protect and cherish and care for him…
but fucking hell, that wasn’t all he inspired in me.
Something about his constant, almost frantic desperation to please also made me want to pin him down and use him hard.
To make sure he could never forget who he belonged to.
To touch and tease and torture him until he was sobbing with need, then deny him until he broke…
and then pick up all the pieces and send him flying.
I wanted to wreck him completely and then have him cling to me for comfort afterward, and I wanted to do it over and over and over again, for the rest of my goddamn life.
I took a breath, getting a hold of myself.
The feeling was too much. Too fast. Too extreme. Like going from famine to feast now that the dam had broken on a lifetime’s worth of repressed sexuality and all the needs and proclivities I’d never dared acknowledge.
It was still true, though… and if that made me a sick fuck or an emotional deviant or any of the other thousand fears that had been partially responsible for keeping me in the closet for so long, I no longer gave a shit.
Jack was perfect for me, and since I could already tell that everything I craved was exactly what he needed, too, I was bound and determined to show him that I could be perfect for him, too.
Although honestly, “perfect” didn’t even begin to do him justice.
When he’d deep throated my cock and practically asphyxiated himself on it?
I’d lost all fucking sense right along with my restraint, but instead of scaring him off, he’d goddamn loved it.
And a delicate angel who also thanked me for getting a little rough?
My brother had given me a bigger gift than he’d intended, and fuck if I wouldn’t have to remember to thank him properly for that at some point.
Later, though.
Right now, the only thing that mattered was Jack… who still hadn’t answered my question.