Chapter 7
Insides quaking, Emmett sucked in a breath and let his eyes trail down his daddy’s big, strong body. He’d shifted out of his little headspace not long after he orgasmed, but he didn’t mind.
The evening had been better than he could have ever imagined, and now he was going to get to make Rooster come too.
He couldn’t even remember why he’d been nervous about being Emmie in front of him. It had felt like the most natural thing in the world, letting go of everything big and scary and just letting himself play and laugh and get pampered by his daddy.
He wanted to ask when they could do it again, but he had something more pressing to do at the moment. He was a little surprised his fingers were steady as he started tugging Rooster’s shirt up his torso, moaning at the sight of his hairy abs and chest.
Leaning in, he nuzzled his face in the hollow between Rooster’s thick pecs and breathed him in for a second. He was tempted to let go of the hem of his shirt and let it fall over his head and just live against that warm, fuzzy chest forever.
Taking over, Rooster finished tugging his shirt off with a chuckle. “You okay down there, baby?”
“Got distracted,” he mumbled, rubbing his cheek harder and shivering.
“So fucking cute.” Guiding Emmett’s head back, Rooster stared down at him, eyes roving over his face, then leaned down. “Kiss me, little boy. Then do as Daddy said.”
A full-blown shudder racked his body, but Emmett still pushed up onto his toes to close the distance between their faces and seal their mouths together.
They’d kissed a lot since that night in the parking lot.
Like, a lot. And every time, Emmett was a little shocked at how good it felt.
How easily he fell into the feelings of being wanted and cared for, not giving the outside world a single thought.
Kissing Rooster was almost like being little, wiping his brain of all thoughts except how to get closer, more, harder.
The first touch of his daddy’s slick tongue against his own had his knees going weak, but strong arms wrapped around him, holding him steady and not letting him fall. Never letting him fall.
“Daddy,” he moaned, the skin on his neck prickling deliciously from Rooster’s beard as he kissed his way down Emmett’s throat. “Supposed to… Oh… Supposed to be making you feel good.”
“Just looking at you makes me feel good,” Rooster whispered against his damp skin, making him shiver again. “Touching you is like a shot of happiness right into my veins. And making you squirm and whimper in my arms? That’s my favorite thing in the world, baby.”
Heart beating heavily, Emmett let the words sink beneath his skin, absorbing into the achy, empty spots he’d lived with his whole life. “Being in your arms is my favorite thing too.”
Rooster lifted his head and smiled at him, so gently and full of understanding, Emmett’s eyes prickled hotly. “My sweet little boy.”
“I’ve never…” He glanced at the bed to his left. “Um, I mean, I’ve done some stuff, but not, you know, that. But I want to,” he rushed to add, grimacing at his rambling. “With, uh, you. I want to with you.”
Rooster looked like he was trying not to laugh, and Emmett really couldn’t blame him.
It wasn’t like they hadn’t talked about his experience—or lack thereof—before now.
During their last date, Rooster had spoon-fed him the most delicious fudge brownie and peppered him with questions about what he’d done, what he liked, what he was interested in trying—while big and while little.
But his brain was misfiring for some reason, and he felt the need to tell him again, like it might make a difference in what happened next.
“I want to with you too,” Rooster finally said, humor thick in his voice. “And it’s okay to be nervous. We’re going to go slow.”
Slow would be good. Not even because he was a little nervous—not a lot, but some—but because he wanted to remember every moment forever. To imprint it on his brain and in his soul.
“Yes, Daddy,” he whispered, reaching for the button on Rooster’s jeans and popping it open. And then he dragged the zipper down a centimeter at a time. He’d felt what was behind the material before, but seeing it was going to be different.
His heart beat faster, palms a little sweaty, as he grabbed the waist of the jeans and underwear underneath and tugged them both down at once.
The half-hard cock that flopped out stole the breath from his lungs.
It was… big. Like, really big. Thick in a way that made his butt clench just looking at it.
He was probably only five inches long, but his girth was impressive.
Under his avid gaze, it stiffened more and lengthened.
His eyes felt like they might pop out, they were so wide, his fingers reaching out without his permission to trace the silky skin.
It twitched and got a little longer.
Did that make Rooster a grower and a shower?
He glanced up at Rooster, hand hovering, and he nodded permission, so Emmett wrapped his fingers around the massive shaft and stroked a few times.
Rooster groaned above him, startling in the quiet of the room, but Emmett wanted more of those sounds, wanted to drag every ounce of pleasure out of his daddy that he could.
His cock was so warm, the soft skin of his shaft tantalizing in a way he’d never experienced before.
How would it feel in his mouth? How much would fit?
He doubted he’d be able to get even half in there, but his mouth watered as he gave the base a little squeeze and licked his lips.
“Fuck, the way you’re looking at me…” Rooster trailed off, and then his hands were grabbing at him. One cupped the side of Emmett’s face and tilted it up, the other wrapping around his throat. “You look hungry for my cock, little boy.”
Emmett was about to melt into a puddle of goo, a rush of heat flooding his body and making the edges of his brain wobbly. “I am. I… I want to taste you, Daddy.”
Rooster hummed, the corners of his mouth tipping up and the fingers around his throat giving the barest squeeze. Not anywhere near what it would take to cut off his air, just a subtle but powerful reminder of his control over Emmett.
Control he was more than happy to hand over.
Shivering, Emmett let his eyes fall shut, sinking into the feelings swirling through him.
He wasn’t sure he’d ever been so happy or content in his life.
No, that wasn’t true. He knew he never had been.
Growing up, he’d been isolated from his family; the oddball, the weirdo, the quiet one. The chubby one.
It wasn’t until he’d moved in with Roni that he’d started feeling comfortable in his own body and with his own wants and needs. Her easy acceptance of him had felt like the greatest gift he’d ever receive. And while he’d always love her, he’d been wrong about that.
“Ask me nicely,” Rooster rumbled, his lips brushing against Emmett’s ear.
He couldn’t stop himself from smiling, a thrill running through him and awakening all the sensitive spots on his body. His onesie was still hanging on him, and the soft fabric began to tease at his skin every time he squirmed.
“Can I please taste you, Daddy?” he whispered, ignoring how red his face must have been.
“Just like that,” Rooster said, voice deep with arousal and approval. “Fuck, little boy, that’s perfect. I love how sweet you are.”
His lips landed on Emmett’s, kissing him a little more roughly than before, those long, callused fingers still wrapped around the front of his neck and holding him exactly where he wanted him. Emmett lost himself in the taste and feel of his daddy, whimpering uncontrollably and arching against him.
Rooster ripped his lips away and took a step back, his wide, furry chest heaving. He watched Emmett with possessive eyes as he pushed his pants and briefs down the rest of the way, stepping out of them and his socks.
Emmett barely had time to enjoy the view of his muscular thighs and thick shoulders before Rooster was on him again, lips moving over his and then across his jaw and down his neck as his hands pushed the edges of Emmett’s unzipped pajamas off his shoulders.
The onesie was loose enough that it fell all the way to the ground without any more help than that.
His hands were everywhere the second Emmett was naked, their mouths sealing together once more. Which was probably a good thing, his brain getting swamped in yes, please, more instead of worrying about Rooster seeing him without clothes for the first time.
He slipped his arms around Rooster’s shoulders, going up on his toes to make it easier to reach and then moaning into his mouth when those wandering hands grabbed his butt cheeks and squeezed.
Despite his mind-melting orgasm fifteen minutes before, his dick was already trying to rally.
He barely noticed though, his whole focus on the taste of Rooster’s tongue and how warm his hands were as they skimmed back up over his hips.
“You didn’t actually answer,” Emmett mumbled, arching his head back and digging his fingers into Rooster’s shoulders when he got a rough bite to his throat. “Can I?”
Rooster grunted but didn’t release his hold or raise his head, seeming intent on leaving a mark on the base of his neck. Hopefully, it’d be low enough he could cover it with a collared shirt, or he’d never hear the end of it from some of his feistier residents at work.
“Daddy?”
“Yeah, baby?” Rooster raised his head, and Emmett’s chest got a little tight at how gorgeous he looked. His long hair was messy, like Emmett had been running his fingers through it, but he didn’t remember doing that, and his lips were darker, a little swollen, his eyes half-lidded and hazy.
Emmett had to wet his lips before he could speak. “You, uh, you didn’t say whether I could taste you or not.”