Chapter 7 #3
He whimpered and squirmed, wanting his whole mouth back on him. “Yes, Daddy. So good.”
“That’s good to know, but it’s time to flip over, little boy. I need to get that sexy ass ready for my cock.”
Emmett almost choked on his own spit, eyes going wide.
Rooster sat up and scooted back to give him space but then bent forward and swirled his tongue over Emmett’s dripping erection.
He hissed and shoved his hips up without thought, trying to get more of that wet heat, then flopped back down when Rooster got out of reach.
“Mm, delicious.” He grinned at Emmett and tapped his thighs. “Show me that ass, baby.”
It took a lot of effort, but he managed to twist around and lie on his stomach. Big, warm hands smoothed up the back of his thighs, the skin so sensitive he sucked in a breath and let it back out shakily.
“God, I could stare at this ass all day,” Rooster said, cupping the bottom of his cheeks. “It’s so round and lush.”
Emmett buried his flaming face into the pillows that smelled like Rooster.
No one had ever touched or looked at him the way Rooster did, like every inch was perfect just as it was.
He made a high-pitched squeaking sound when Rooster slapped the outside curve of his cheeks, making them clap together.
“Fuck,” Rooster groaned and did it again.
And again.
“I’m gonna eat myself some cake before we get to the main event,” Rooster said, voice like gravel under truck tires.
Emmett started to lift his head, brows furrowed. What did that mean? He was going to go out to the kitchen to get a slice of— “Ohhhh!”
Emmett. Emmett was the cake.
“Daddy,” he whined, pushing his butt back and shuddering as Rooster’s tongue dragged up the center of him and twirled over his hole.
If he’d thought his dick was sensitive… Maybe it was because it was such a new and unexpected sensation, but it was like his brain was melting out of his ears it felt so good.
Rooster’s beard abraded the thin skin between his cheeks, making him flinch a little, but then he just silently begged for more, pulling his knees up and under him to raise his butt higher in the air.
“Shit, you love this, don’t you, baby? Love having Daddy eat this sexy ass. I bet I could make you come just from this one day.”
Emmett gasped, legs quivering and dick weeping onto the bedding as Rooster wiggled his tongue right at the center of his opening, forcing it inside.
His tongue was inside him.
“Oh my gosh.” He fisted the comforter, eyes squeezed shut, and tried to hold back from coming. It took a few deep breaths, but he finally dialed things back enough that he wasn’t right on the cusp.
It also helped that Rooster moved over to nibble on one of his butt cheeks. At least until something a little firmer than his tongue pressed at his entrance. He tensed up without thought.
“Shh.” Rooster petted his thigh with his other hand. “Relax and let me in.”
He obeyed instinctually, his body listening before the words even processed in his cloudy brain.
Rooster’s finger pushed harder and sank partway inside him.
Emmett panted and wiggled his hips, the sensation of fullness new but not unpleasant.
In fact, it was actually really nice. There were so many nerve endings back there that as Rooster pulled out and then pushed back in, he moaned at the overwhelming pleasure swamping him.
“That’s it. Daddy’s little boy is doing so well.”
He keened low in his throat and spread his knees, arching his back to offer himself more fully. He loved the pretty words of praise Rooster was giving him almost as much as he loved the slow, steady penetration of his finger.
“Stay nice and relaxed, baby. I’m going to give you another,” Rooster said softly after what felt like hours of steady fingering but was probably only a few minutes.
“Okay, Daddy.” He lost himself in the sensation, floating in his body with only Rooster’s steady hand on his thigh keeping him anchored.
Two fingers were even better. There was the smallest pinch when they first went in, but then his body opened up, making space and welcoming them inside.
“How are you feeling?” Rooster asked, kissing over a cheek and nipping gently. “Feel good?”
“Feels amazing,” he said, turning his face to make sure his words were clear. “I think I’m ready.”
Rooster chuckled and squeezed his leg. “Easy, baby. Let’s do one more. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Emmett hummed and wiggled. “Because you’re so big.”
“You say the nicest things.” Rooster pressed another kiss into his skin and then worked a third finger inside him.
Moaning, Emmett had to concentrate harder on staying relaxed. He felt so full, but he knew Rooster’s thickness was going to be even wider than his three fingers. As much as he’d wanted to jump ahead, he was glad his daddy was looking out for him.
Rooster touched something inside him, and he groaned into the bed, pressing his forehead against the mattress. “Was that…?”
“Mhm, your prostate.”
He could hear the smile in Rooster’s voice, but before he could say anything else, he circled his fingers over the gland again, and Emmett’s back arched, fire shooting down his limbs. “Oh, oh, oh! Please, Daddy. Now. I need more, need you.”
Rooster cursed under his breath, his fingers making a spine-tinglingly wet sound when he tugged them free. A second later, he grabbed Emmett’s hips and pulled him up higher.
Something big brushed against him, and he clenched involuntarily.
As much as he wanted it, he couldn’t help but be a little nervous too.
“Keep breathing and push back against me,” Rooster instructed, his tapered head pressing inside his loosened hole.
That wasn’t too bad, but then he kept stretching as Rooster’s wide shaft inched inside, and Emmett tensed, the pain deeper and more intense than his fingers had been.
Rooster held still, not trying to shove forward and not pulling back out.
His thumbs traced shapes on Emmett’s cheeks, and he kept expecting him to say something.
He didn’t though, and Emmett realized he was patiently waiting for him to do as he’d been told.
Emmett took a deep breath and let it back out.
“Good,” Rooster murmured.
After a couple more breaths, Emmett gathered his courage and pushed back. The pain, which had already been easing, dissipated completely. At least until Rooster worked a little more of his dick inside him and Emmett had to do the whole thing over again.
It took ages, but Rooster just kept petting him and telling him how good he was doing and how perfect he was, and they eventually got to where Rooster’s pelvis was pressed against his butt, his dick fully inside him.
It sort of felt like he was going to split in half, his breaths labored and quick.
He was so stretched out he had a feeling he’d never fully close up again back there, but when Rooster leaned over him, plastering his front to Emmett’s back, and whispered in his ear, “I knew you could do it. You were made for me, Emmett,” all of the work was worth it.
They stayed like that for a while, Emmett’s whole lower half thrumming with tension and Rooster pressing worshipful kisses into his neck and shoulders. He was almost fully relaxed again when Rooster eased his hips back a little, dragging his length partway out.
Emmett gasped. That had felt way better than going in.
Except, when Rooster pushed in again, it was easier than it had been the first time, most of the pain gone and leaving behind an achy feeling of wonder and bliss. Then he did it again, pulling out even farther before plunging back in, and Emmett moaned.
He totally got the fuss now.
Rooster kept a slow pace, checking in with him frequently, and it felt good—heck, it felt amazing—but it soon wasn’t enough. Every gentle movement of Rooster’s thick length pressed him against Emmett’s prostate and tugged at his sensitive rim. But he needed more.
Whimpering, he turned to look over his shoulder. “Daddy?”
Rooster’s big body blocked out most of the room, his full concentration on where he was working himself in and out of Emmett.
When he said his name though, Rooster stopped moving and looked up at him, running a hand through his long hair to push it out of his face.
It was somehow the sexiest thing Emmett had ever seen.
“What’s wrong?”
He shook his head and swallowed. “Nothing. I need it faster though. Please?”
Rooster raised his brows and shifted one of his hands until Emmett felt a finger trace around his stretched opening. “Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t. It feels so good,” Emmett assured him. “I just need more.”
Humming, Rooster skimmed his hands up Emmett’s sides and started urging him up onto his knees. “Come here. Give me a kiss, baby.”
He craned around, more than happy to seal their mouths together.
Rooster slid a hand up his throat and cupped his jaw, holding him right where he wanted him, then pulled out partway before slamming back in.
Emmett gasped against his lips, nodding and moaning and reaching back to touch wherever he could.
There wasn’t a lot of room for a large range of motion, but Rooster made every thrust count, picking up his speed and the intensity until Emmett couldn’t concentrate on the kiss and was just panting against Rooster’s mouth.
“This what my little boy needed?” Rooster said, breathless. He gave one of Emmett’s nipples a hard tweak and sucked on the skin of his shoulder. “God, you sound like…”
Emmett never found out what he sounded like. He’d barely been aware he was making continuous noises as he held on for dear life. Rooster’s dick was going to punch his soul right out of his body, he was sure of it.
Rooster ground against him, panting in his ear, and pushed him forward again. He caught himself on his forearms, letting his head drop between them. Rooster pulled almost all the way out and then drove back in, knocking the breath from his lungs in a low grunt.
“Fuck, yes. That’s it,” Rooster groaned and did it again. “I’m going to watch your ass jiggle from how hard I’m fucking you for the rest of our lives, baby.”
The words tripped some wire in him, and he couldn’t stop himself from reaching down and wrapping a hand around his painfully hard dick.
“Hell, yeah. Make yourself come on my cock. Daddy’s perfect little boy.”
“Oh, oh.” Emmett moaned, stroking himself fast. “Oh my goodness!”
The headboard slammed against the wall, and Rooster’s hands were holding his hips so tightly he was sure he’d have bruises in the morning.
And he wanted that, almost as much as he wanted to come.
He wanted to be able to look at them and press a finger to the impression from Rooster’s fingers and remember how good he felt.
And how Rooster wanted to watch his butt for the rest of their lives.
“Daddy. Daddy, I…” he babbled, not sure what he was going to say, but it didn’t matter.
His balls drew up and exploded, shooting come out of him for the second time that night.
This time though, he squeezed down on a massive intrusion inside him, and it made everything more intense, his orgasm rippling out from his stretched hole all the way to his fingertips.
He gasped, worried he was going to pass out from the ferocity.
“Fuck,” Rooster snarled, hips barely moving, and Emmett felt it, the liquid heat of his release filling him up, so deep he wasn’t sure how he couldn’t taste it.
He collapsed onto the mattress, and Rooster followed him down, keeping them connected. His hair fell into Emmett’s face, enveloping him in the scent of his shampoo and sex.
“That was…” He still couldn’t catch his breath, and he didn’t really have words for how good it had been anyway.
Rooster nuzzled against his face, scratching him with his beard. “My thoughts exactly. Give me a minute, and then we can clean up and talk.”
Emmett yawned loudly, his body growing heavier by the second. “Okay, Daddy.”
The last thing he remembered was Rooster chuckling and kissing the back of his neck.