Chapter 25 #2
“Ryell,” he gasps as he looks up at me with so much affection that it blows me away.
“Let me take care of you, baby boy,” I murmur. “Let me make you feel good.”
He nods, a soft expression crossing his face. I reach over to the nightstand, grab the lube, and give him a quick kiss after I set it beside him.
Sitting back on my heels, I look down at his body laid out for me. His long, toned legs trailing up to his lace-covered cock and balls. His beautiful, toned belly and hard pecs, muscled arms and creamy skin.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Lane.” My eyes flick up to his. “So fucking mine.”
Again, he nods and stretches his arms over his head, posing for me in a different way.
With gentle hands, I grab Lane’s left foot and place his leg on my shoulder. Softly, I kiss up his calf to his knee. Lane arches up, his fingers digging into the muscles of my thighs.
Grabbing the other foot, I do the same, kissing and licking his skin.
With both of his legs on my shoulders, I lean forward and kiss Lane deeply, loving how his tongue strokes against mine, following my lead. Shaky hands thread through my hair.
I’ll never get enough of Lane, never have my fill of him. He’s everything I’ve wanted in a boy.
Fuck, I can’t let him go.
Breaking the kiss, I move his legs from my shoulders and kiss down to his neck, sucking more marks into him. Even if no one sees, I want him to know he belongs to me and only me.
“More, Daddy,” Lane groans, writhing under me. “Your mouth feels so fucking good. God, more.”
“Needy boy.” I smile against him as I move lower, kissing along his pecs. When I get to his left nipple, I roll my tongue around before drawing the hard peak into my mouth. Lane arches into me more, holding my head close to his chest while I suck at his sensitive nipple.
His dick pokes me in the belly, stiff in his pretty panties. I can feel the throbbing of his cock through my scrub top, hot and thick and ready for me.
Letting his left nipple go with a pop, I move to the other, laving it until the bud hardens. I pull it into my mouth, sucking and nibbling to hear him moan.
“God, Daddy. I need you. Please.”
Surging up to his ear, I lick around the shell before I nip at the lobe. “You have me, sweet boy. You’re mine.”
“Yes. All yours.”
I pull back from Lane and snatch my shirt over my head, my pants and underwear following right behind. When I’m naked, I blanket him with my body, feeling his hot skin flush against mine.
Fuck, he’s everything. Everything I’ll ever want and need.
I’ll find a way. I’ll find a way to make sure he’s free, that we can go out on dates, that I can show off my boy while remaining free. I want to give him that, because I can’t kill him. A world without Lane would be darker than I could ever imagine.
Flipping him over, I raise him up on his knees and push his chest down to the bed. Then I explore every inch of his skin with my lips and tongue, mapping out the dips and curves of him.
When I get to his ass, I drag down his panties while I suck marks into the soft meat of his ass. Lane gyrates his ass in my face, and I slap it, watching how the pink blooms.
“Yesss,” he hisses, pushing back into my hand.
Again and again, I spank his ass, watching how it turns from pink to red. Lane cries out, sobs breaking free from his throat, but he begs for more.
When his ass is a blazing red, I stop my spanking and squeeze his cheeks in a firm grip. Lane shouts, his body trembling. He peers over his shoulder at me, tears leaking from his eyes, but he looks so fucking beautiful, so fucking ethereal that it takes my breath away.
I lick the tears from his face, tasting his submission.
“Thank you,” he whispers. My hard cock slips between his crease, and I thrust into him, my cockhead bumping his balls.
He seeks out my lips, and I kiss him deeply, flicking my tongue against his.
“Make love to me, Ryell. Please.”
Giving him one last kiss, I turn him over to his back, then slide his panties the rest of the way off. His cock bobs in the air, precum leaking down his shaft.
Sticking out my tongue, I lap up his salty, masculine taste. I groan when I swallow, wanting more. So I engulf his mushroom head, sucking him in deep.
Lane keens and thrusts up, pushing his cock in another inch. I relax my throat and swallow around him. His strangled moan greets my ears, making my dick throb.
Flicking my eyes up to Lane, I watch as his pupils blow wide, and his mouth drops open to express his arousal.
I slowly bob up and down, humming so he feels the vibrations along his length. I use my hand while I suck him, stroking the wetness of my spit along his shaft.
Blindly, I reach up and grab the lube. I slick my fingers, then drag them over his hole and tap at his entrance.
Popping off his cock, I say in a voice I hardly recognize, “Open up for me, sweet boy. I need to get you ready to take my cock.”
Lane whimpers as he spreads his legs wider, giving me access to his sexy fucking pucker.
As I ease in one finger, I go back to sucking him off, swallowing the copious precum that leaks into my mouth. Lane curses as he rolls his hips, pushing deeper down my throat and working his ass onto my fingers.
One finger leads to two, then three as I pump into him. I feel around for that magic button inside him, and when he shouts and pushes further into my mouth, gagging me, I smile around his cock. I push onto his spot again and again, wanting to drive him wild.
“Ry. Oh god, Daddy,” he sobs, pushing into my mouth. “I’m close. Oh fuck, I’m there. Please.”
No, I don’t want him to come, not yet. Not until I’m buried deep inside him.
I give him one last suck before I pop off him and remove my fingers. Lane relaxes heavily onto the bed, panting as he stares at me with lust-drunk eyes.
Gripping his chin, I give him a soft, quick kiss before I drizzle lube on my dick. Lane watches me stroke myself with greedy eyes. I smile when he licks his lips, his eyes not straying from my length.
“Like what you see?” I joke, stretching my dick up to my belly, then letting it go so it bobs in the air.
Lane’s gaze flicks back up to mine, and he nods. “Yes, Daddy. I want you so bad.”
I settle between his legs until my cock presses to his hole. As I bend to kiss him, I ease inside. Lane gasps into my mouth as I sink inch after inch into him until I’m fully seated.
I keep kissing Lane as I pull my hips back and plunge forward, grunting as his warm hole clamps around me. Lane’s blunt nails dig into my back, urging me on.
Pulling my lips from his, I groan and look down at him. “You were made for me, baby boy. You were meant to be under me like this, taking my dick.”
“Yes,” Lane moans, his pupils so blown that all the light brown is eaten up, reflecting dark orbs back at me. “I want this…always…fuck, I always want you like this. I always want to be yours.”
I growl and grab his hips with firm hands, surging harder into him. I peg his prostate, dragging my crown over the sensitive spot, pushing him closer to his release.
But I don’t want him to come. Not yet.
Rolling us over, I bring Lane on top of me and hold tight to his hips. “Ride me, baby.”
Lane gazes down at me with a filthy smile, and I have to fight not to blow my load. He looks so fucking hot up there, so fucking good. I want nothing more than to fuck into him hard, to make him come all over my chest, but I want him to take his pleasure from me more.
Slowly, Lane undulates his hips in an obscene way.
“Fuck,” I curse, tossing my head back. He feels too fucking good for words.
All I can do is pant and groan and watch as Lane fucking claims me with every gyration of his body.
Lane rests his hands on my chest as he raises and lowers himself, his loud moans filling the room. I grip his sexy ass, feeling the heat coming off his flesh from my earlier spanking.
He picks up the pace, coming down hard on my length, his thick cock bouncing in the air. I grab onto his shaft, stroking him from base to tip to match his strokes.
He throws his head back, showing me the column of his throat and his Adam’s apple. Letting his cock go, I sit up, one hand on his back and the other gripping his ass as I lick along his throat.
“Oh fuck, Daddy,” Lane moans as he wraps his arms around my neck. “I’m coming, oh fuck, I’m coming. Ryell!”
His warm seed sprays across my belly, his dick pulsating between us. His ass contracts on my cock, pushing me into my own unexpected release. I bite down on the soft skin of his throat with a groan as I come, painting his inner walls and claiming him as my own.
Lane trembles in my arms as I gently rock him back and forth over my dick, wanting to drain every drop of his cum from his balls.
With a long sigh, he collapses against me, soft mewls leaving his lips as I continue planting soft kisses where my lips can reach.
“I can’t move,” he says after he tucks his neck to cut off access to my searching mouth. “I was supposed to serve you dinner after your long day at work.”
I chuckle and pull back so I can kiss him. “It’s okay, baby boy. Let me clean you up, and I’ll carry you downstairs. Still want to eat outside?”
He nods tiredly. “Yep, you owe me a date.”
Smiling, I kiss his nose and slide off the bed, my dick still half hard inside of him. “Shower, then I’ll take you on a date.”
Lane sighs and places his head back on my shoulder. “Best Daddy ever.”