Chapter 27
What has Pops’ cheeks shining a bright pink? I doubt it’s anything Memphis has said; he’s too busy trying to make up after running away. So, it has to be me. I’ll enjoy teasing it out of him.
“Pops, you’re blushing. What have you been up to?” I pull Memphis against me and kiss the top of his head.
“Nothing. I’m just asking if Memphis likes the flat.” His blush deepens.
“Sure, you were. You can stop worrying about us now, maybe it’s time for you to focus on your other two sons.” He looks at me. “What do you think of the place?”
Robin answers before Memphis even opens his mouth. “He says it’s hard to see with everyone in here, so I’m going to be kind to you and make them all leave.” He pats my cheek and saunters away to gather everyone up.
“You’re going to take it, right?”
“Yeah, it’s great. It will be better when it’s just you and me.” Memphis lifts his face up to be kissed, and I eagerly comply. I probably shouldn’t have made it quite so X-rated, but it’s been too long since I’ve kissed him properly.
“Oh god, pack it in. We get the message,” Drake calls out. “Catch you all later.” He walks out, Knox and all but my dad follows him.
He shoves his hands in his pockets and rocks back on his heels. “Well, Memphis, when do you want to move in?”
I tune out their conversation and get a chance to look around it.
The furniture is all stuff we’ve used; I wonder if Memphis will want to keep it.
I imagine he has his own. We haven’t talked about his life in Lincoln, only about his ex and his friend, Finn.
I wouldn’t mind going with him to collect his belongings, check out his other life, meet his friends.
Will he want to do that, to share his past with me?
He knows about mine, most of it, the important parts.
I was in college when I found him, I haven’t given the age difference a thought.
It’s not as big as the one between Saint and Noah.
In fact, I think they like the big gap, it suits the dynamic of their relationship, just as much as the size difference. Noah loves how Saint can manhandle him.
Now that thought has me wanting to play with my boy. A bit of rough and tumble is a good way to spend the afternoon. We can test out the bed; my hand is itching to redden his perfect arse before burying my dick inside him.
“Royal,” Dad says my name. “I’m going home, you and Memphis can iron out the details of getting him in here.”
“Yeah, no prob. Thanks, Dad.” We hug and then it’s just the two of us in here. “Well, what shall we do now?” I prowl over to him and hoist him up, so he has no choice but to wrap his legs around my waist.
“Which room first?” Memphis grins, then leans in to lick up my throat, nipping my Adam’s apple before traversing my chin to my mouth. His kiss is greedy and deep, his tongue seeking mine to tangle with.
I head to the bedroom just off the hallway. The bed has been made up since Noah moved out, and Pops has kept it clean and dust free. Instead of dropping him onto the bed, I lower him down my body, keeping him close until he’s steady on his feet.
“I want to spank you,” I whisper, my mouth still close to his.
His breath hitches as his eyes dilate; he wants this as much as I do. “Yes, Daddy.” His words are raspy, already full of need.
“This is for fun, but I don’t know your limits, so we’ll use the traffic light system for now. You good with that?”
He nods. “Yes, but it is a favourite of mine, so I think you’ll be okay.”
“Then strip, boy.” I step back, unbutton my jeans, and throw a sachet of lube on the bed, but I don’t do any more than that. I can tell how keen he is by the messy heap of his clothes by his feet. “Pick up and fold your clothes.” I want to see if he’s going to put on a show of bending over.
I’m not disappointed as he turns his back to me and bends from the waist, his legs wide, giving me a delicious glimpse of his hole. He repeats this with each item of clothing, leaving them in a neat pile by his trainers. “Good boy.”
I sit on the edge of the bed with my legs spread and pat my lap. Memphis dutifully gets into position with his hips tipped up, beautifully presenting his high, firm bum. As my hand roams over the warm skin, he lets out a low whimper. So responsive.
I lift my hand up a few times, wondering if he will tense, waiting for the first strike, but he doesn’t.
He’s calm, pliant, eager for me to start.
My hand comes down hard, hitting the left cheek in the centre, and he moans.
I don’t pause but hit the same place two more times before checking in with him.
He sighs a breathy agreement. I’m not counting; I want to enjoy him, reading his signals and learning from every sound he makes.
I’m good at this. It’s a favourite of most littles for pleasure and punishment, and after having my own arse paddled as I learnt limits, I know how easy it is to reach sub space with this. “How are you feeling, boy?”
“Ahh, good, so, so good, please don’t stop.”
I chuckle. “I’ve hardly started.” I pick up speed but still vary the severity of each slap.
My jeans are soaked with his precum as his dick drips between my legs.
He really is letting go and loving it. I’m not going to keep it up for much longer, my own cock wants in on the fun.
I finish by counting down from ten, giving the final smack where his arse and thighs meet.
Memphis lets out a cry, and I think he’s going to come, but he holds it back.
I have him on his back, his knees pushed to his chest, and I unzip my cock, snatch the sachet, and tear it open. I squeeze the lube directly onto his hole and start to stretch him with one hand and coat lube over my dick with the other.
“Enough.” He is wriggling. “I want the burn.”
“Christ, I thought I wanted the little side of you, but I’ve gotta say this demanding, know what you want attitude is hot as fuck. I think I want to hear more from you.” I grin at him.
I press the blunt head of my incredibly hard and aching cock to his entrance, slowly press the pucker, sliding inside only millimetres at a time. Hopefully, Memphis will get the hint and start talking.
“For fuck’s sake, Royal, just get that monster dick inside me,” he snarls ineffectively, because he’s just too cute. “I need you to fuck me.”
“You sure you don’t want more lube? Because this monster dick, as you called it, isn’t going to stop pounding you into the mattress.” I nudge my cock further in, just popping the first ring of muscle. He’s a little slick but not much; I’ve no doubt he’ll feel the stretch and burn just as he wanted.
“Do it,” he snaps and pulls his legs up to his chest. A growl escapes me as the handprints on his arse become visible.
I spit on my dick and his hole, then plunge deep inside. One thrust and I’m balls deep and feeling every fucking ripple from his channel as I pump in and out. Memphis’ eyes are shut tight, his mouth open as I rut into him. “Open your eyes, boy, look at me.”
His pupils are blown wide as his face relaxes; his slack mouth turns into a grin. “Fuck, you feel huge.”
A huff of laughter bursts from me. “I am huge, although you’re not small yourself. I think I’d like that inside me sometime too.”
I get back to fucking him as he processes the thought of fucking me. It’s obviously not something he’s thought about, making me wonder if he’s ever topped. Something to think about another time, right now I want to make him come so I can. “Stroke yourself; I want to watch you come.”
My original thought was to pull out and cover him in my cum, but the memory of his last partner coming over his body, rather than inside him makes me think again. I don’t want him to have any reminders of his past.
“I don’t need to, the way you’re pressing on my prostate is doing the job nicely, thank you very much.”
I pick up speed whilst still focusing on the delicious buddle of nerves he’s enjoying.
His hands go up above his head, elongating his already beautifully stretched out torso.
I wonder how he’ll feel about being restrained.
I can feel the tell-tale sign of my own impending orgasm, my nerve endings come alive and like a detonator wire, sparks down my spine and up my legs to reach my already tingling balls.
Memphis looks as lost in pleasure as I feel, but I don’t know him well enough to read all his cues. For now, I cheat and give his balls a nudge. Then with the Dom in me, I command him to come.
Spunk flies from his cock, splattering his stomach before pouring a stream of the creamy, sticky cum up his sternum to his pecs. My own orgasm is simultaneous as I pump my load deep inside him. Pulse after hot pulse.
Drained, physically and figuratively, I withdraw and flop down next to him and just relax. With a sigh of contentment, I turn my head to face him. He looks how I feel. Complete. I ask. “Did I hurt you?”
He mirrors my action, but with a wry smile playing on his lips. “When you spanked me to oblivion, or when you fucked me blind?”
My concern evaporates, and I smile, letting my dimples pop. “Hmm, either, both. As long as you’re happy with what happened, I’m good.”
“Always the caring Daddy coming out.” His voice is low, the post orgasmic glow still in his eyes.
I told him that even without him being a little with me, I’m not going to change.
“That part of me is never going to change. I don’t mind who you are or how we play, but if you think you’ve moved on from needing a caring lover, someone who puts not only you, but your happiness, wellbeing, and your safety first, you’re wrong.
“I love your bratty side as much as this, the side that wants me to cuddle and look after you.” I kiss him; he eagerly opens his mouth, letting me dip inside the wet heat and stroke his tongue with mine.