Chapter 7 #2
“Tell me your favorite way to orgasm, sweet boy.”
True, I’d never made another man come, never touched a cock other than my own with the exception of that too-brief touch I’d stolen over Jack’s shorts earlier, but now that every inch of him was laid bare for me, all mine for the taking, it was less a matter of not knowing where to start than it was about having too many ideas.
I wanted everything with this boy, but this first time, I was more than happy to learn what it was that he craved the most.
Instead of his usual headlong rush to be good for me, though, Jack just blinked up at me, his pale eyebrows drawing together in confusion.
“I… What?” he finally said. “I don’t, um, know? I mean, any way you want is fine.” He blushed again. “I almost come every dang time you touch me, Daddy. So, I don’t think it will take much?”
For a second, I almost pushed him for a real answer, but then I realized what he was actually telling me: no one had ever given him the chance to find out what he liked before.
For a moment, I saw red. But then I locked away the rage at that thought to deal with later.
Clearly, no one who’d ever had him before had deserved him, but that ended now, and while I may not have known which specific act he’d enjoy the most, I realized that I did know what he craved… and hell, I’d almost screwed it up just now by asking, hadn’t I?
“It will take as much as or as little as I decide to give you, sweetheart,” I said firmly. “Because—”
“Because Daddy’s in charge,” he finished for me in a breathless rush, the tension in his body disappearing right before my eyes as he smiled again.
“That’s right,” I said, tracing that smile with my free hand. It was beautiful, and there was no way I could resist dipping down and tasting it. No reason I’d ever want to.
“Oh,” Jack said the moment my lips touched his, his voice filled with wonder and the word nothing more than a cum-scented puff of air against my skin.
And then his mouth was mine, opening to me with a sweet groan as I cupped the back of his head, still restraining his wrists, and took it the way I’d been dreaming of since that first brief taste I’d had of him before.
Heaven.
One I’d like to spend a lot more time enjoying… but after I gave him the relief he needed.
I pulled away, releasing his wrists. “Be good and don’t move, sweetheart.”
He nodded, keeping his arms stretched out over his head where I’d held them and lying as still as a statue for me, but instantly looking worried when I rolled off the bed.
Sweet boy, if he thought I’d ever actually be able to leave him, he was sorely mistaken.
He’d learn, though.
I padded across the room and pulled a tie out of the suitcase I hadn’t gotten around to unpacking yet. A silver one, to match his eyes.
“This is so we don’t have to worry about remembering not to touch yourself,” I told him, watching his eyes widen as I came back and fastened it to the headboard above him.
“You’re… you’re going to tie me up?” he asked, his voice trembling.
I assumed it wasn’t because he didn’t want it, though.
Not with the way his cock still twitched and jerked with excitement, so engorged now that it was lying flush against his stomach and drooling slick, sex-scented precum all over his navel.
“I’m going to help you be good for me the way I know you want to, baby,” I corrected him, looping the other end of the tie around Jack’s wrists.
I kept it loose enough that there was no chance it would cut off his circulation or hurt him—and, honestly, every chance that he could wiggle right out of it if he actually tried—but that was fine. Actually restraining him wasn’t what this was really about.
“Thank you, Daddy,” Jack said, his eyes still wide as he gave the tie one small tug to test it.
It held, and he practically melted into the bed as another beatific smile spread across his face, making him look exactly like the angel I was half convinced he actually was.
.. and that was what it was really about.
I’d already noticed that my boy needed to feel secure to fully relax and let himself go. The fact that having him tied up, naked, and hard for me was the sexiest goddamn thing I’d ever seen was just a welcome perk.
One that I planned on taking full advantage of, of course.
I lay down next to him, propping myself up on one elbow and resting a hand on his warm, quivering stomach. The male body in all its forms had always attracted me, but Jack? He was perfection.
His breath hitched, his cock straining as he bumped his hips, trying to get it closer to my hand. “Please, Daddy.”
Sweet, sweet boy. He knew that wasn’t up to him, but he loved being able to beg just as much as I loved hearing it, now didn’t he?
“Patience, sweetheart,” I said, just because I could and because he was so damn sexy when he was told to wait and reminded that Daddy was in charge. And sure enough…
He moaned—sexy as hell—and then he quivered.
And when I moved my hand away from his dick, stroking it up his slim chest instead of down where he wanted it, he huffed out a breath of sheer frustration—goddamn adorable—but then arched into my touch with a little gasp of surprise when my fingers found his pale pink nipples.
Definitely sensitive… duly noted.
Another one of those feral grins took over my face as I teased them into stiff peaks. And Jesus, when I moved on from there and earned a needy whimper by stumbling upon a brand-new erogenous zone in the hollow above his collar bone? It was like we were both learning his body for the first time.
His uninhibited responsiveness was sexy as hell, but as eager as I was to finally get a chance to play with that pretty little dick of his and make my boy come, I was in no rush to hurry through these other explorations, either.
Had I known squirming and whining and adorable blushes were my turn-ons before Jack? Not precisely. I sure as hell did now, though.
“You’re so damn sexy, sweetheart,” I muttered, dipping down to trail my mouth over all the areas my fingers were exploring. And the sounds my boy made… holy hell.
Part of me wanted to just roll right on top of him, pin his lithe body to the bed to hold him still and rut against him like a beast. Keep him tied up and under me and make sure he never left. Or tell him he couldn’t come, not at all, not ever, until he promised to truly be mine.
I knew I wouldn’t need to resort to that, though. Jack had worn his heart on his sleeve from the moment I’d first opened the door, and despite my earlier concerns, I was entirely confident—or at least, almost entirely—that he would want more than just one night.
But that was a conversation for after we’d both come. Repeatedly, if I had my way.
Which I would, of course.
I grinned. I was Daddy now. And fuck if that title didn’t feel like just as perfect of a fit falling from Jack’s lips as I’d ever imagined it would. Speaking of—
I moved my hand back down his body, his warm, silky skin intoxicating. He had the faintest treasure trail, the hair there just as pale as on the rest of him and feather-soft, that I followed in a maddeningly slow exploration that finally broke him.
“D-D-Daddy?” he blurted hopefully, right on cue as he twisted his grip on my silver tie. The wet tip of his cock nudged my hand and he gasped at the contact, his eyes practically rolling back in his head. “Ohhhhh.”
“Naughty boy,” I teased, sliding my palm lower as I followed the trail, finally resting it at the base of his flat stomach in the space just underneath his erection.
His shaft bobbed against the back of my hand as my fingers brushed the short blond hair at the root of his cock, and Jack whimpered, his precum dripping onto my skin as the engorged shaft started to jerk more violently, his balls pulled so tight to his body that they almost looked painful.
He was poised to come with the slightest stimulation, and the fact that his arousal was almost entirely psychological—he’d had almost no friction on his cock yet tonight—was a heady rush that made me feel like a god.
No, better: like his Daddy.
“Please, Daddy, please,” he gasped, spreading his legs wide and humping the air again. “Touch me.”
I tsked, playing my fingers over the base of his cock without giving him anything as satisfying as an actual stroke. “Look at you, you greedy little thing. Trying to come without me?”
“N-N-No,” he stuttered, his abs flexing under my hand as he squirmed. Stopped himself. Squirmed again. “I wouldn’t,” he finally panted, the pink blush I loved seeing in his cheeks starting to spread everywhere. “I’m… I’m sorry?”
“Good,” I said, pinning him with a stern look that I completely ruined by grinning.
But Jesus, he was adorable. “And since you apologized so nicely,” I said, framing the base of his cock in the V between my thumb and index finger, “I think you definitely deserve a reward for being so patient, sweet boy.”
His eyes went so wide it was a wonder they didn’t pop out.
“A reward?” he finally breathed out, like it was a foreign word he couldn’t make sense of. “For me?”
“That’s right,” I said, my own patience almost at its breaking point. “Daddy’s going to make you come now.”
His eyes went even wider, the flush on his skin deepening with excitement, and goddamn he was sexy. “Thank you, Daddy.”
I wrapped my hand fully around the base of his shaft, seriously tempted to frot us both into cum-drenched bliss now that all his needy squirming and those sexy-as-hell moans of his had my own cock fully hard again.
The only thing holding me back was the knowledge that I probably only had one more round in me tonight, and I planned on saving that for his ass.
But goddamn, I’d underestimated how fucking erotic it would be just to touch him.
To hear those sweet cries of his escalate as I started stroking his slim shaft.
To throw one of my legs over his thighs, pinning him in place, and take his mouth again as he writhed against me, his hips jerking frantically and his breath becoming hot and ragged as he gasped my name—gasped “Daddy”—and finally exploded over my fist.
“Jesus, baby,” I murmured, milking him through it as he shuddered and trembled and finally went boneless, his pale skin covered in white ropes of cum and that angelic smile back on his face. “So beautiful. I want to see you like this always.”
Dirty. Sweet. Utterly relaxed for the first time since I’d met him.
“Thank you, Daddy,” he said, his voice almost sounding slurred as his eyelids fluttered shut and he whispered, “Please… please keep me.”
“Oh sweetheart,” I said, my heart doing a slow roll in my chest at the quiet plea.
It was real.
I wiped the cum off my hand onto the bedspread and then cupped his face. “Is that truly what you want?”
Too late. The only answer I got was a soft sigh, his pale lashes resting against his cheek as his breathing evened out.
I grinned. Apparently, Jack was the type to drift off after an orgasm. Okay then. If my boy needed a nap, he was going to get a nap. But afterward?
We’d definitely be having this conversation again.