Chapter 8
I sucked on the candy cane for a moment, literally.
Daddy took it from my mouth and handed me another.
He was at my ass, eating me out and being oh-so gentle about it, and then I felt the stickiness of the candy cane.
I knew where it was going, it was so very obvious, but I wanted to play innocent about the whole thing.
“Oh my god,” I said with the candy cane in my mouth, slobbering all over his bed sheets. “It’s so—”
“Sticky,” he said, pulling it out, and the warmth of his face pummeled my ass once more. My back couldn’t arch into the bed any further, pushing my ass up and out into his face like I was about to try and suffocate him.
All I wanted was a little treat, and he’d gone above and beyond, devouring my hole and spreading the peppermint sugar residue from the candy cane over it, and then eating again and again. He was ravenous.
He took my second candy cane and replaced it with another, much thicker one, and I did my best not to use my teeth, even though I loved the way these things could be used to make peppermint bark with chocolate.
He went deeper with that second one, and then with his tongue it felt like he went just as deep.
I pulled the thicker candy cane from my mouth and flicked my head back.
The intense tingle running through me was an absolute blast of pleasure I didn’t know I’d needed to feel in my life, and yet, here it was, pulsing it’s tickle through me as his tongue pulsed and licked while his hand cupped my balls and played with them as if they were billiard balls in his hand.
“You like that?” he asked.
“Don’t stop.”
“I’m not going to.” He took the other candy cane from me, and that seemed to be the biggest one he’d brought—there were others, probably backups, which were probably the ones I was allowed to eat.
I’d shoved many things up my ass to get off before and touch the male g-spot, a.k.a. the prostate. If he hadn’t been holding my balls, almost pinching them, I’d be coming.
I was now on my back, and he continued, but this time, the sticky peppermint candy cane was being compared to my cock. Getting all the flavor on it, he took that as an opportunity to suck it. It was far more than I deserved, because I thought I was being punished.
“Your turn,” he said, standing up between my legs. And with my cheeks coming together, the stickiness of the candy cane residue made it feel like my cheeks would never come apart again.
Daddy stood there in his power position—hands on hips, dick bouncing for attention, and his head slowly nodding, as if I couldn’t see his cock entertaining me. “I might tease you,” I said, taking the thickest candy cane. “Oh whoa.”
“I’m thicker,” he said. “If that was what you were thinking.”
Seeing it for myself, he was thicker. I sucked on the candy cane, getting it on my lips before I put it on his cock, getting it just as sticky. He didn’t care, he just wanted me to suck it, and there was no teasing him it seemed. Daddy was getting what he wanted, and it’s what I wanted too.
I sucked his cock with so much effort, I should’ve been reward with some type of town commendation for services to man. I played with his balls as I jerked him with a hand—or two, especially for him—and I might’ve heard my jaw click as I opened wide.
Daddy pushed gently on my shoulders. “Don’t ruin all the fun,” he said. And then again, he pushed me to the bed, where I found myself striking an elegant pose. “Stay right there.”
“I’m not going anywhere.” And why would I?
Daddy grabbed the lube I’d left, and condoms. Although this condom came from his jacket pocket. I perked up on my elbows, watching him finally walk back and grab my teddy from the edge of the bed. “I wanna see you use it,” he said. “Fuck it for me.”
Pouting, I nodded. “Anything for Daddy.”
“See, you can be a good boy.”
I giggled as my shoulders shimmied with a shiver. It was obvious I knew how to be a good boy, but sometimes I liked to be a brat so that they appreciated the times when I was actually just really good and pure of heart—which was all of the time.
My teddy had been used so much as a fleshlight. I loved pushing my lubed cock inside it and just squeezing down on the furry body. It was fuckable. All teddies should come with a little surprise in the bottom—and if not, the stuffing would do.
“How does it feel?”
“Good, Daddy.”
“Now look at me, stare into my eyes,” he said, as he opened the condom and then put it on his cock while his eyes were on me. My hands trembled as they held the teddy, staring into Daddy’s eyes. “Now look at my cock.”
“Oh my god.” It was a white and red striped condom, in the same swirling pattern as a candy cane—it made sense he’d fuck me with it, since I’d already been fucked by the real thing. “I want it.”
“You’ll get it,” he said, pouring lube on it and stroking it down his shaft. “And I’m sure you’ll love it.”
I nodded. “Yes, yes, I will.”
As I continued to fuck my teddy, he pushed my legs back until my knees connected with my chest. My cheeks parted with the motion, and there was a slight twinge as my skin unstuck itself. I pushed the teddy down hard with the force of my knees in anticipation of him.
Daddy was gentle and kind, toying with the tip. He’d spent time eating my ass, and with the lube, I wasn’t exactly squeezed tight. He slipped right inside. I gulped hard, and he heard and chuckled. “Relax, baby,” he said. “I’m trying to make sure you feel it all.”
“I am.”
His cock felt so hot, melting any of the stickiness still left inside me. He pulsed and I tried to squeeze my hole on it, but that only made him jolt with his excitement of being inside me. Each of his movements forced my cock deeper into the teddy. He was controlling both of us now.
We could’ve been captured in a photo and framed with the way I felt, because we must’ve been a portrait of gorgeousness—you know, one of those older portraits that were kinda dark and you had to squint to see, and then someone on the art history channel would tell you exactly what it was you were looking at.
That’s what we were right now with our bodies entangled.
He pounded me hard and fast, forcing my cock to pulse in the teddy bear.
But it all exploded the moment he leaned in over the pretzel shape he’d made of my body and kissed me.
His sweet lips, coated in sticky sugar peppermint locking our mouths together, forcing our tongues to fight and fuck each other for control of the other’s mouth.
I’d come, but I didn’t want it to end. There was no stopping this roller coaster of pleasure, though, and my skin could’ve powered the town with how electric it felt.
Daddy’s sweaty body clung to me, then released, allowing me to move. He stood and pulled the condom off. “Where do you want it?” he asked.
I pulling the teddy fleshlight off my cock and cum dripped out down my still-chubbed cock. “Right there, Daddy.”
Daddy jerked furiously before unloading several spurts of thick, hot, white cum all across my cock, mixed in with my own cum. He pressed his cock against mine, wiping it off on me, making sure I had every last drop. “That’s your reward,” he said.
Lying back on the bed, with a light, relieved chuckle in my throat, I stared at the ceiling. “How about room service as my reward?”
Bouncing on the bed beside me, he lay down and hooked his arm under my head.
“Absolutely, but let me get you cleaned up first,” he said, kissing my cheek and bouncing off the bed again to fetch a towel.
Watching him take care of me was nice, my cock still hard from it.
I was a sucker for a man who could commit to the play—but I wasn’t sure if this was playing, or genuine.