37. Sutton #2
“Forever,” he blurted. “I won’t settle for anything else, Sutton. I’m going to move into this house, make myself at home, and focus on healing and being your good boy.”
I actually chuckled at his breathless declaration, my smile wobbly as fuck. “What about living your own life?”
“ That’s the life I want,” he declared. “It’s my idea of a dream come true.”
“You won’t miss the big city? All the excitement?”
“I’d rather be snuggled up in the arms of the man I trust more than my own thoughts.”
Something else Darla never had or ever would have said to me.
I tucked Jimmy in closer, nuzzling his hair, elation flooding clear through to my soul and easing some of the heaviness from the day.
“What about Darla?” he asked, as though aware of where my mind had gone.
“She tried to manipulate me again, but I wasn’t having it.”
“I tried to do the same,” Jimmy pointed out while gently tugging on my chest hairs.
I grasped his wrist. “Yeah, but Darla never loved me. She simply used me, drained me of everything.”
“Do you have anything left to give?”
I held his face in my hands and met his gaze straight on. “Every piece of my heart,” I promised. “It never belonged to anyone like it does to you.”
Jimmy shivered, attempting to wiggle closer. “Like Gram tricked me into admitting, you’ve owned mine since I realized what attraction was. I love you, Sutton—have for years but never thought I was good enough for a man like you.”
“You’re all I want and more, Jimmy. Don’t ever doubt my feelings toward you.”
My sweet boy muscled me onto my back and settled atop my hips, hands on my chest. His slight weight felt so damned right hovering over me, and regardless of the emotional upheaval and weariness sagging me into the mattress, my dick perked up.
“Say it,” he demanded. “Say the words I need to hear, Sutton.”
I smiled up at him, gyrating my hips enough he would be aware my cock thickened against his plump ass.
“I love you, Jimmy Riley. Cared more than I probably should have even before you were of age, but it’s the man you’ve grown into, the empathetic, caring, sweet soul that I’ve fallen head over heels for. ”
“Goddamn.” He huffed and shimmied down my body. “I’m gonna blow your mind—” He paused, mid-shuffle down my torso. “Do you…can I? Or am I being too much right now?”
Goddamn, this boy.
I smiled, my chest welled with affection.“Take what you want, baby boy. I’m yours.”
He swallowed down my semi, moaning and tonguing me, manipulating my nerve endings and keeping my mind focused on the present. Within seconds, I’d become fully hard, and he hummed in appreciation before shoving me deep into his throat.
“Jesus, baby.” I grabbed hold of his hair in a firm grip but remained still, allowing him to have his way with me.
“So good—fuck, your mouth is perfect.” Hissing, I fought the need to thrust up into the tightness of his throat.
A few more curses spilled from me, and he popped off, shoved down his panties, tossed them to the floor, and attacked me again with his adoring lips and talented tongue with its teasing metal piercing.
He sucked on and wet his fingers.
Reached around his hip to stretch his hole.
“Lube, baby,” I insisted, but he shook his head while lathing at my cock, soaking my shaft.
“Don’t need it—just you.”
My lips pressed tight as I’d learned not to question Jimmy over what he thought he did or didn’t require to take my cock. I had to trust him to know his own body and heart, and I yearned to be connected with him too much to argue.
He climbed over me, rose to his knees, and grasped my base to hold my rigid shaft upright.
“Easy,” I murmured, clasping his waist to make sure he didn’t hurt himself in his haste to fill himself with my dick.
“Mmm,” he hummed while pushing down until his hole clutched at my cockhead. “I like the sting.”
“Jimmy.” I groaned, muscles trembling with the desire to thrust balls deep in his tight heat.
He sank down, taking more of me. Lifted and lowered, slowly stuffing himself with my length.
I hissed, and he repeated the action, settling his ass onto my groin.
“Your dick is perfection,” he moaned, leaning back, hands on my knees. “Want it every day—tell me I can have you whenever I need you.”
“Anytime, baby,” I promised, my voice wrecked from the amount of love in my heart for this dear boy.
He hummed his appreciation and began to move, rocking his hips, dragging my cock in and out of his hot hole, easily keeping me in the moment with him.
“Your ass…fucking perfect for me, boy. You were made for me.” I ran my hands up his taut stomach to his pecs, flicking the rings in his nipples.
“Yes,” he hissed. “You make me feel so fucking good.” He cursed again, sitting forward to sink his fingers into my chest hair. “Better than my fantasies, every wet dream I ever had of you.”
I chuckled, gently thrusting in time with him riding my dick like he’d been born to do. Toying with his nipple rings caused him to shudder and shake until sweat beaded on his brow and slickened our skin where we rubbed together.
Pupils blown and lips parted, Jimmy stared at me like I was the one who made the sun rise on his face every morning, as if I gave him reason to open his eyes to greet another day.
“Christ, Jimmy,” I choked out, emotions swelling in my chest to the point my heart felt like it was going to explode. “You’re so goddamned beautiful—my sweet angel. Fucking love you.”
“Love you too, daddy,” he stated breathless, a sassy smirk on his lips.
I swatted his ass, grabbed his shoulders, and yanked him down, clasping him tight in the cage of my arms. “Told you not to call me that.”
“What are you gonna do?” He trembled on the edge of release, panting against my mouth while gyrating his hips to fuck himself on my cock. “Spank me? Please?”
“Later,” I promised, easing up on my hold of him so I could snake a hand between us. “Right now, I want you to come all over me. Rub your spunk into my skin so a part of you will always be with me.”
“Oh God,” he croaked, his hips speeding up as he chased release.
“Then I’m going to love on my needy boy until you’re hard again, begging me to let you come.”
Jimmy whined and sat upright, hands on my knees while arching, working in time with my upward thrusts. “Oh, fuck—right there.” He moaned, pouty lips parted. “Gonna come,” he gasped, and I took him in hand.
“Yes—my good boy. Give it to me.” Two strokes, and he cried out, dick pulsing in my grip, spurts of wet heat splattering over my chest and abs. “That’s it, baby,” I crooned, while stabbing against his prostate and milking him dry.
He shuddered and stilled atop me, completely spent.
But his loving had revived my body, given energy to my depleted muscles and mind.
I pulled my aching cock from his warmth and flipped him onto the mattress. Smearing some of his spunk into my skin, I stared at his flushed face and lush mouth. With what was left of his release, I lubed up my dick and sank into his gaping hole.
We both hissed, and I lifted his knees, pushing them toward his head. “Ready for me to wreck you, baby boy?”
“Please,” he whispered up at me, tears welling in his eyes. “Need it—need you . Fill me up and make me whole, Sutton.”
I leaned forward and took his mouth, setting my focus on loving him fully until he passed out from pleasure beneath me.