Chapter 44
Sabastian
Oakley did a great job with filling out the lists. I was surprised, as he didn’t leave too many things unmarked. The few things he did were easy to explain, even though towards the end, he seemed to be in his own world.
His eyes were closed as he leaned against me, mouth less than an inch from my hardened dick. His breath was warm, seeping through the pants I had on.
Did he know what he was doing to me? Heck, did he even know what he was doing, trying to touch me there?
Every so often, his fingers twitched, like he wanted nothing more than to touch, trace, and explore a part of me that he so far hadn’t paid a single second to.
And I was so close to letting him, too.
But if I did, what kind of person would I be? Telling him that nothing sexual was going to happen between us, then the next let him suck me off or touch me. Possibly both.
“Good boy, little one.” I ran a hand through his hair again. Every time I touched him, every time I told him how good he was, he’d scoot just a tiny bit closer and sigh, like he wanted to be the good boy he was.
“Do you need a reward for doing your chores?”
He nodded, eyes slowly opening.
I had a feeling his mental state was hovering between Little and Big. He fell into the little side so easily, as if it were natural. For him, it was exactly that.
I couldn’t wait to see how he’d grow into both rules as he gained his footing and opened up.
Today, he’d opened up more than I’d seen so far. Talking back like he had was a huge step, one that I couldn’t be any prouder of.
I wondered what he’d be like if he hadn’t had the sort of upbringing that he did. Would he have been a crazy boy who always sought out attention? Would he have found what he was looking for in college?
He’d have been everything I wanted then, too, no doubt. He was now, and I wanted nothing more than to help him continue to grow in the shoes he had.
“Reward?” He shuffled closer again, voice hopeful, as was the look in his eyes.
“What kind of reward do you want? We can do cuddles? Read a book? Make cookies?”
He shook his head, eyes dropping to my crotch before they came back up to meet mine.
From the list, he had given blowjobs, which was marked as green, as long as it was with me, he’d said.
Since he’d kneeled before me, he’s only had eyes for one thing.
“I guess since a little boy doesn’t have words-“
“I wanna touch.”
My lips stretched into a wide smile, knowing exactly what he was wanting. But I didn’t want to push him. This time, I was leaving it all up to him to make the first move.
“Go ahead.” I dipped my chin while in the back of my mind, my thoughts screamed that we hadn’t even kissed yet.
The hand under my leg slowly moved from the spot I put it in. I was surprised he kept it there, even though it’d have been easy for him to remove it, touching where he wanted.
Almost as if he were scared a part of me was going to jump out and bite him, his fingertips softly traced the length of me through my pants. It tickled, causing my cock to jerk. When it did, he pulled back his hand, and I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Kneel up,” I ordered. It took him a second to straighten up, putting him just a bit shorter than me. But I’d make it work. Cupping his face with both of my hands, his eyes wide in both wonder and need, I didn’t stop to think of my next actions.
I pressed my lips to his gently. He whimpered, pressing closer to me as he tried to chase my lips. So, I gave him a deeper kiss, taking control for a moment and holding him in place as he panted.
The kiss turned heavy, tongues colliding with one another as if his body knew exactly what to do.
When I couldn’t breathe properly anymore, I pulled away, loved seeing Oakley’s lips red and spit-stained.
Heck, I loved everything about him.
“Take your reward, sweet boy. Take whatever you want.”
With hooded eyes, he took a moment to look at me. As I sat back in the chair, I unfastened my pants and moved them and my underwear down a bit, letting my cock spring free.
If all he wanted to do was touch me, I may die with blue balls, but at least I’d die in love.
After a moment, Oakley kneeled back down fully, butt on his heels as he went back to tracing me with his fingers. The soft-touch slowly, achingly, turned sturdier, as if he were afraid to break it.
It took all my willpower to stay still. My cock would jump every once in a while as his fingers touched a certain spot.
This was torture.
“Oaks,” I moaned as a warm wet tongue licked around the tip.
I refused to look down. If I did, I was going to blow and ruin Oakley’s experience.
Right now was all about him exploring. It was hard enough to keep my hands where they were. One in his hair, gently holding his strands, the other clenched on my thigh to keep my impending explosion from happening.
I wasn’t going to last much longer either way. It’d been months since I hadn’t taken my own needs into my own hands.
I jerked when warm lips wrapped around the tip, holding me just right in his mouth. His tongue was magic, swirling around the tip as he slowly pulled me in further.
“Not gonna last long, little one.” I groaned, forcing my hips to not move.
He hummed, moving his hand to wrap around what he could reach with his mouth. A part of me was sad that he wasn’t taking me in, but also part was happy that he knew his limits and wasn’t pushing for more than what he could take.
“So good, little one. So fucking good.”
At my words, he eased up just enough as he shifted a bit. Somehow, he got one leg around one of mine, pulling my ankle and foot to be in the right place to rub his hardness against me.
Then, he sucked harder at my tip, milking me for everything I was worth.
I tried to hold off, I swear I tried, but Oakley knew how to work me better than anyone ever had before.
I exploded without warning, hoping he was okay with me spurting into his mouth as rope after rope went into his mouth.
He swallowed it down, the suction against my head causing me to groan out again deep in my chest.
As I began to soften, his hips thrust against my lower leg as he chased my dick, keeping it in his mouth. He sucked my dick as if it were a paci, and it tried to come back to life at that thought.
Just when it got to be too sensitive, he came, pausing on the sucking as warmth soaked through his shorts and a bit onto my foot.
“Come here. I want cuddles.” There was no way I’d be able to move for a bit. I was bone-deep sedated.
Clumsily, Oakley crawled up into my lap after taking off his shorts. He tucked his head into my neck, thumb in mouth.
“I think I love you, little one.” I wrapped my arms around him, holding him to me as tightly as I possibly could.
He sighed, either at my arms or my words, but didn’t say a thing. Soon enough, his weight leaned more on me as sleep claimed him.