Chapter 7 #2
His nostrils flared as he sucked in a deep breath. “Sorry, baby. The little sounds you make every time I kiss you are distracting as hell, but yeah, of course you can. Is that all you want to do? We don’t have to do anything else if you—”
“No, that’s not all I want,” he said quickly, forcing himself to hold Rooster’s gaze.
“Yeah?” Rooster slid one of his hands back onto his butt, a smile curving his lips as he petted the sensitive skin of his crease. “You want Daddy inside you?”
He swallowed and nodded. “Yes, please.”
Rooster pressed a quick kiss to his mouth and then moved over to the head of the bed and grabbed a pillow.
Before Emmett could figure out what he was doing—or how embarrassed he should be over the fact that he made noises every time Rooster kissed him?
—his daddy sat on the edge of the bed and put the pillow on the floor between his feet.
“Come here, little boy,” Rooster said, crooking a finger and then pointing down at it.
He was a little nervous, his need to make Rooster feel good almost overwhelming him, but he closed the distance and dropped to his knees on the soft pillow without hesitation.
His hands trembled a little as he came face-to-face with Rooster’s dick, the tip damp and straining toward him.
He couldn’t look away, dragging his gaze over the thick vein along the bottom of the shaft, the gentle curve on the top of his head, and his full, furry balls hanging just below.
“Have you done this before?” Rooster asked, and then he made a face. “Fuck, wait. I don’t know if I want to know.”
Emmett snickered and kissed one of Rooster’s knees. “Just once, so I’m probably not very good.”
He meant to say it as a joke, but the words caught in the back of his throat as he remembered the guy he’d briefly dated and given a blowjob to.
And how the man had told him afterward he wasn’t really looking for anything serious, especially not from a “baby gay” who didn’t know how to suck dick.
He’d meant someone inexperienced, but the words had struck a deeper, more vulnerable place inside him, leaving him devastated and scared to try again.
At least until he’d stumbled into Rooster’s club and back into his life.
When he glanced up at Rooster, there was a soft, understanding look on his face. He cupped Emmett’s cheek and brushed his thumb over his cheekbone. “You don’t have to—”
“No, I want to,” he said quickly, nuzzling into his rough palm. “Just… tell me how to make it good for you.”
“It’s going to be fucking amazing because it’s you,” Rooster said, practically purring the words.
He used his thumb to tug Emmett’s bottom lip down and then pushed inside.
“And because I’ll get to watch you. First, you’ll lick and suck a little, wanting to get a feel for me and how I taste.
But then you’ll try to take me into your mouth, and it’s going to be hot as hell to see you struggle but keep trying, pushing yourself to make your daddy feel good. ”
Emmett had to grab Rooster’s calves to steady himself, going lightheaded as arousal scorched through him. He wrapped his lips around the thumb in his mouth and sucked lightly, eager to prove he was willing to give it his all.
“That’s it, just like that,” Rooster crooned at him, slipping his thumb free and grabbing the base of his dick to hold it at the best angle for him. “Start with your tongue, baby. Get your taste of daddy’s cock.”
Feeling a bit like he’d been hypnotized, he leaned in and licked across the glossy head of Rooster’s dick. It was bitter and a little musky, but not in a bad way. This was Rooster’s essence, a part of him that Emmett could take inside himself and consume, and something about that was thrilling.
He ran his tongue across the little slit at the tip again, warmth blooming in his belly when Rooster made a muffled grunting sound. Taking his attention off the dick in front of him was hard, but he managed to drag his eyes up and found Rooster biting his bottom lip, eyes locked on Emmett.
With his next lick, he held his daddy’s gaze, wanting to see if he’d make the noise again. He didn’t, but his mouth did drop open a little, his breaths coming faster.
The obvious pleasure Rooster was already getting from his little licks gave him some confidence and made his next swipe bolder, going up the whole underside of his shaft.
“Fuck, just like that,” Rooster panted and spread his legs wider, giving Emmett all the room he could ask for. “Lick it all over, baby.”
“Like a popsicle?” Emmett asked, grinning at the idea.
Rooster snorted. “Exactly like a popsicle. Daddy’s cock can be your personal treat.”
“That’s silly, Daddy.” But he loved the idea, loved that he was the only one who’d get to have this delicious treat because he was Daddy’s little boy. He slid his lips up one side and over the head, letting it slip into his mouth and giving it a light suck.
One of Rooster’s hands landed on the back of his head, holding him in place, and he hissed out a breath. “Just a little more, and then we have to stop.”
Emmett traced the curved ridge with the tip of his tongue and sucked a little harder before popping off to pout. “But I just started.”
“You’re too fucking sexy like this. I’m going to come if we don’t stop,” he explained with a grimace, like he hadn’t just given Emmett a crazy nice compliment.
“Really?” Emmett leaned in to nuzzle against the wide base and Rooster’s fingers, where he still held himself. “Just watching me is enough to…”
“Little boy, just touching you on the couch and having you squirm on my lap had me halfway there. Watching your eyes go all unfocused as you take me into your mouth, like it’s the best taste in the world?” Rooster shook his head, smiling ruefully. “Yeah, it’s more than enough.”
He was tempted to just finish Rooster with his mouth and postpone having sex for another night. He wanted to know what it felt like to have him pulse onto his tongue, swallowing down every last drop.
But he wanted his daddy to possess and claim him with his thick dick even more.
“Okay, but next time, I want you to finish in my mouth,” Emmett said, then traced that one vein along the underside that had been tantalizing him. He could swear he felt the blood pumping through it, making Rooster harder and bigger.
“Gladly.” He cupped Emmett’s chin and guided him up as he leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “I’ll feed you my come any time you want, baby.”
Emmett moaned and chased after his mouth when he sat back up. “Every day and twice on Sundays.”
Rooster laughed and ran his thumb over his lower lip. “Got it. Now, get up on the bed, hands and knees.”
He scrambled up, blushing when Rooster’s eyes caught on his erection and raised a brow, smirking. He wasn’t sure why he was embarrassed. There was no way he could have his daddy’s dick in his mouth and not get excited.
Climbing onto the center of the giant mattress, he glanced over his shoulder and nibbled at his lip. “Like this?”
Rooster was moving around the bed, stroking himself and running his eyes over Emmett’s body. “Perfect.” He grabbed the lube from his bedside table and then hesitated before pulling out a condom. “I’m negative, but I’ll get tested again before we go without.”
Emmett pushed out his lower lip and sat up, resting his butt on his feet. “Do we have to wait? I trust you.”
Rooster watched him for a second. Emmett could practically hear his brain arguing with itself, the EMT in him no doubt pushing to be completely safe. But Emmett really did trust him with this. He trusted him with Emmie and his body. He knew Rooster would never put him in danger.
“I know you do. Are you sure?” Rooster finally asked, watching him closely.
“I’m sure, but if you’d rather we wait, I understand. I didn’t mean to pressure you.”
Rooster dropped the wrapper back into the drawer and climbed up next to him. “You didn’t. I want to feel you without anything between us too. To fill you up with my come and leave my mark on your insides.”
Shivering, Emmett wrapped his arms around Rooster’s shoulders and tugged him closer, silently asking for a kiss and immediately getting one.
One kiss turned to two, then three. Then they just streamed together, their mouths locked and hands grabbing and smoothing and squeezing everywhere they could.
Emmett ended up on his back, Rooster settled between his legs and lazily thrusting against him.
The silky hardness moving against his own erection was heavenly.
Emmett finally had to turn his face away, gasping and sucking in air to soothe his burning lungs. Rooster grunted and licked down his neck, finding Emmett’s hands and threading their fingers together. The connection of their palms felt like their souls were touching too, making his eyes burn.
“I want to fuck you like this, but it’ll be easier for you from behind,” Rooster muttered against his skin, moving down his chest and sucking on one of his nipples.
Emmett’s hands jerked in his hold, instinctively wanting to hold him in place, the gentle tug of his lips driving him crazy. No one had ever touched his nipples like that, not even him. He’d had no idea they were so sensitive.
“Baby? Is that okay?” Rooster asked, then moved over and took his other nipple into his mouth, biting at the tip and laving his tongue over it.
Emmett arched against him, not sure what they were talking about. The low hum of his arousal had been ratcheted up to a buzz that was distracting as all get out. “What?”
“Next time, we’ll do it face-to-face, but this first time, you should turn over. It’ll be an easier angle.”
All Emmett could do was pant in response, the words not making sense in his lust-fueled brain.
Rooster lifted his head and quirked an eyebrow at him. “You with me?”
He shook his head. “That feels so good.”
Extending his tongue, Rooster watched him as he used the tip to toy with one of the tight points. “This does?”