Chapter 9
DAMIEN
Between Jack’s delicate slenderness—too delicate, with too many ribs showing—and the barely restrained desperation with which he’d eaten from the gift basket earlier, I’d already known I wanted to get an actual meal in him at some point tonight.
Especially in light of how actively I’d like us to end the night later.
But honestly, I hadn’t originally intended to tie him up again, keep him naked, and feed him by hand.
Instead of being awkward or messy the way I might have expected if I’d tried to plan for such a thing ahead of time, though, it turned out to be one of the most sensual experiences of my life.
And not just because of how sweet and needy and grateful Jack was, qualities he seemed to bring to everything and which I was already hopelessly addicted to, or even because of the way he flirted with me—goddamn adorable and sexy as hell—by licking and sucking my fingers between each bite and peeking up at me through those long lashes of his as he ate, but because caring for him this way unexpectedly fed me, too…
that same part of me that had told him to call me Daddy in the first place.
Outside of practically raising my baby brother, I’d never had anyone of my own to care for before.
I highly doubted I would ever have admitted to myself just how deeply I craved it if Marcus hadn’t sprung this on me, but now that I’d had a taste?
There was simply no way, none, that I could see myself ever satisfied without it.
No, not without “it”… without Jack. He was the only boy I wanted.
“Oops,” I teased, smearing a few drops of sauce on his lips and then tipping his head back and licking him clean, just to hear that pretty little hitch to his breath. I grinned at him. “Delicious.”
“Daaaaaaaddy,” he whined, drawing it out. “I’m… I’m full?”
“Little liar,” I said, winking at him. “You’ve barely eaten enough to feed a sparrow yet, baby.”
“I don’t, um, I don’t normally eat that much? And—”
Jesus, he blushed so damn prettily I wanted to make it happen daily… hourly. Always.
“—and I don’t want to be too full,” he finished breathlessly. “If, I mean, if you still want to fuck me tonight?”
He sucked that plump bottom lip of his into his mouth, nibbling on it nervously as he held his breath and looked up at me hopefully, that gorgeous cock of his straining away from his body as it jerked and throbbed and made my damn mouth water in the pretty bindings I was now doubly glad I’d mastered during past solo sessions.
But, did I still want to fuck him? I almost laughed.
Did he actually think there was a single chance in hell that I wouldn’t want to?
But then a drop of the sauce fell onto his swollen cockhead, making him shudder and moan, and laughter was suddenly the last thing on my mind.
My boy was right. We were done eating.
I pushed the cart away and moved him off my lap and onto the sofa, then got down on my knees and did something I’d been dreaming of for fucking decades.
“Daddy,” Jack shouted when I engulfed the head of his cock with my mouth, moaning myself as the sweet sauce from his dinner mingled with the salty taste of his sex.
His panting breaths became ragged and desperate as I licked him clean and then experimented with depth and suction and all the ways I could torment him with my tongue.
He thrashed and squirmed and begged incoherently, his bound hands landing on my head and then flailing away, as if he wasn’t sure he had the right.
I popped off, my own cock so damn ready to go again now that I’d already soaked through my boxer briefs. “Settle, baby,” I told him, my blood thrumming in my veins. “Be good and let Daddy enjoy you.”
He nodded. Shook. Whined. Then pushed his hips up toward me with a pleading look of utter desperation that made me want to goddamn ravish him.
So I did.
I had no real skill, of course, but as close to the edge as Jack had been ever since he’d straddled my lap in the bedroom, I suspected it didn’t matter.
If I hadn’t bound his balls so tightly, I had no doubt at all that he would have shot the moment I first took him in my mouth…
and hell, I wouldn’t have been far behind.
I definitely wouldn’t be able to draw his pleasure out, not this time, but I also couldn’t give up the chance to play a little more now that I finally had it.
If I was being honest, I’d craved a taste of cock since I first found out what mine was actually good for, and Jack? He tasted like fucking heaven.
I shoved his thighs open a little wider and grabbed a hold of his rigid shaft, rubbing my other hand over his swollen balls in the improvised cock ring I’d decorated him with.
He hissed, then trembled, then broke down and started begging me again.
I grinned around his shaft, then sucked him into my mouth as deeply as I could. Thank fuck he was slim here, too. There was still no way I’d be able to take all of it the way he’d taken mine, but that was fine. I simply needed to sate my hunger a bit. I’d improve my technique later.
And there would be a later for us.
There had to be.
“Daddy,” he practically sobbed, his thighs shaking on either side of my head as I slowly bobbed over his cock, experimenting with just how much I could handle.
Not that much, if I was being honest… but enough, apparently, from the sound of it.
“Daddy Daddy Daddy please. Oh God. I can’t… I need… Daddy.”
“Be good,” I said, coming off for a moment and jacking him with my hand.
Fucking hell, he looked incredible. Body flushed and trembling, cock swollen and wet, balls looking ready to burst in the beautiful wrapping I’d decorated them with.
I groaned, ignoring the heavy throbbing of my own cock in favor of tasting him again.
This time, I closed my eyes to enhance the heady sensation of finally having a heavy cock slide over my tongue.
I did have a gag reflex, unfortunately, but I took him as far as I could and held him there, inhaling the sweet musk of him that permeated my senses.
I could fucking live off it. His taste, his scent, those sweet, needy whines and gasps he was making.
Then I flexed my tongue, sucking hard as I grabbed his balls again and tugged.
“Daddy,” he shouted, almost jackknifing upright as a flood of precum shot into the back of my throat.
I pulled off, grinning. “Careful, sweetheart. Daddy hasn’t said you could come again yet.”
He stared at me wide-eyed and dazed for a moment, then a gorgeous full body shudder rippled through him.
“I’ll be good,” he whispered. Then he licked his lips, his cheeks flushing such a deep shade of pink it almost rivaled the color of his engorged cock.
“May I… may I please come when you fuck me, though?”
“Fuck,” I gritted out, grabbing myself through my boxer briefs as his shy, hopeful request almost made me lose it. “Yes, baby,” I finally rasped, breathing carefully through my nose as I took a minute to calm myself down before I touched him again. What this boy did to me. Jesus.
If I had my way, there would be plenty of time later for me to play with his cock and learn every last way I could make him moan for me, but right now I had to stop fooling myself about how much control I actually had around this sweet boy.
If I was going to fuck him the way I’d been dreaming about, I needed to get inside that sweet little ass of his before one of his needy requests or erotically uninhibited responses tipped me over the edge and made me spill in my shorts like a teenager.
“Turn over,” I said… a mistake.
I grinned, not bothering to hide it since he couldn’t see, even though I kept my voice stern. Because oh, he’d done it, all right. Flipped right onto his belly the moment I’d told him to, obedient and eager as always.
I’d just forgotten to add that I didn’t want him humping the damn sofa as he presented his ass to me.
I swatted him, the sweet sting on my palm almost as satisfying as the delicious gasp it earned from Jack. “Settle, sweetheart. You know Daddy doesn’t want you getting yourself off. That’s my job. Put your knees under yourself and lift your ass up so your cock isn’t touching the cushions.”
He whined, fucking adorable, but did as I’d told him, looking like a goddamn wet dream as he spread his knees and arched his back, revealing his tight little hole to me like the treasure it was.
“Oh, you beautiful boy,” I said, holding his cheeks open wide as I ran my fingers over the tight little pucker, making it flex and quiver, as if it was begging me to use it. “Look at you.”
“Please fuck me, Daddy,” he begged, his whole body vibrating with his arousal. “I need your cock so bad. So, so bad.”
I spanked him again, because his ass looked fucking gorgeous in red. “Patience. You’ll get what you need when Daddy decides to give it to you.”
And that for damn sure wouldn’t be until I’d prepared his tight little hole for me, no matter how sweetly he’d urged me to take him dry and raw back in the bedroom.
“Thank you, Daddy,” Jack said with a grateful-sounding sigh as the stinging smack eased all the tension out of his body. And Jesus, was there anything more perfect than seeing the sweet relief it gave him, every time I reminded him that I was in charge?
“That’s my good boy,” I praised him, rubbing the pink handprint I’d left on his smooth, pale ass cheek and then sliding my hand between his legs to pull his swollen, bound cock back through his legs.
“You have no idea how beautiful you are like this,” I said as I fondled him, giving in to my own burning need for a moment and using my other hand to stroke myself at the same time.
“You’re the boy I always dreamed of, sweet Jack. ”
He made the most perfectly needy sound I’d ever heard in my goddamn life, and it was so damn erotic that despite my best intentions, I was sorely tempted to give him exactly what he’d asked for, balls-deep and unprotected, right then and there.
I pushed air out through my teeth, pinching the head of my cock to calm the fuck down.
That was not going to happen. I may not have ever fucked a man before, or had any experience with anal sex up until now, but I had done a fair amount of…
let’s call it “research.” Enough to understand that he did need prep, despite what he’d said to me earlier.
And since I’d stashed the supplies I’d need to assist with that prep back in the bedroom, supplies that the concierge had conveniently sent up with our dinner since sex—especially the kind that would require lubrication—had been the furthest thing from my mind when I’d packed for this trip, there was no way I could take him out here on the sofa.
Then he made another one of those sounds, that tempting little hole of his winking right at me, and I grinned.
That didn’t mean I couldn’t give him something while we were here, though.