Chapter 36 #2
After making sure he was comfortable, I helped him get out of his heavy sweatshirt. When he grimaced as I tugged it over his head, I pulled up his undershirt, silencing his protests with a single raised eyebrow.
He let out a huff, but leaned back on the bed, letting me inspect the wound. The stitches had started to dissolve and there was no redness or sign of infection, which was good. All the swelling had gone down as of a few days ago, which I had been relieved to see.
“Do you need any painkillers, little bird?”
He shook his head. There was a mischievous look on his face that had me tilting my head, trying to figure out what he was thinking.
“I just need you, Daddy,” he whispered as he sat up and wrapped his arms around my neck. His lips found mine and I was never to deny him anything he wanted and I hummed in satisfaction as his tongue sought entrance.
Mindful of his side and the strain he was undoubtedly putting on it, I shifted our positions as gently as I could, lying down with him on my side.
“You always have me, little bird.” I nipped at his bottom lip, tugging it into my mouth and sucking on it. His hips rocked back and forth, rutting against my thigh. He’d been a needy little bird since I’d come back, but I had to be a good Daddy and put my foot down, despite hating to deny him.
He was healing and I couldn’t risk hurting him. It would kill me.
“Daddy,” he whined as he rocked faster against me, clearly ready to burst. I put my hand on his hip to steady him and he growled in frustration when he was unable to rock against me anymore.
I chuckled at his antics, but he scowled at me, clearly not amused. “Patience, little bird.”
“No. I’m done being patient, Daddy. I want you to fuck me.”
My heart stuttered. When did my boy become so petulant? But I couldn’t deny I loved him being so bold and demanding of what he wanted.
I reached up and caressed his cheek. His eyes fluttered closed and he nuzzled into my touch. “I don’t want to hurt you. You’re still healing.”
He slumped against me and made a pathetic noise that didn’t make me feel any better. I hated to deny him and if he was anywhere near as frustrated as I was, I could understand where he was coming from.
“If it’s too much, I’ll tell you. I promise. But I feel like I’m going to burst.” The look on his face was adorable. I wasn’t used to seeing him pout, but it was something I could get used to.
Or not, because I could feel my resolve wavering.
I heaved a sigh and looked at the heavens for the strength to do what was right by him. But he was a grown man, and if he wanted something, I should trust him to know his body and his limits.
My gaze met his and I eyed him warily.
“I need your word that if it’s too much, you say something immediately. We can start slow and build up to penetrative sex again. It doesn’t have to be that—”
“Yes,” he demanded, cutting me off, “it does have to be that. Now.”
A laugh tore from my chest at his blatant desire. But I quickly sobered at the way he glared at me. “Sorry, I’m not laughing at you. Not really. You’re just too cute.”
“I am cute. Which is why you should fuck me, Daddy.” He pouted.
Another chuckle escaped unbidden and I leaned up and stole a kiss.
“You want to ride Daddy’s cock, little bird?”
His breath caught in his chest as his eyes went wide as saucers. A low whine rumbled from his lips as he nodded enthusiastically.
I smirked as I leaned up and caught him under the arms, gently laying him down. “Stay here, while I get my little bird all prepped and ready for his Daddy.”
He threw his head back with a muttered, “Fuck.”
Slowly, I pulled his pants down and revealed his leaking cock that bounced back, and I swallowed it down as I reached up and put a hand on his chest to keep him in place so he couldn’t jump and hurt himself.
“Fuck! Daddy, yes. Please, fuck.” His hands fisted the sheets under him, and I grinned as I bobbed up and down his length, swallowing it whole.
While he was distracted with my mouth, I reached over and grabbed the lube off the nightstand and flipped the cap open and squeezed some onto my fingers. I rubbed them together, allowing the gel to warm a little before I brought them to his entrance.
The first finger found his entrance and he tensed for a moment before he relaxed, letting out a breath to let it in.
But I didn’t push. Instead, I circled around his hole and teased his rim, driving sounds out of him I’d never heard before.
But I wasn’t looking to drive him too mad, considering he was hurt.
Having pity on him, I slowly slid the first finger in and he hissed in approval. His head shot up, gaze seeking mine as his teeth bit down hard on his lip to keep from crying out.
I let go of his cock and moved up his body to catch his lips in a bruising kiss. “Don’t hold back, little bird. I want all of your sounds. They belong to Daddy, remember.”
He nodded and cried out as I crooked my finger, finding that bundle of nerves inside him that lit him up like a firework on the Fourth of July.
My palm had to press down on him to stop him from trying to fuck himself on my finger. “Tsk tsk. Are you in charge, baby?”
With a pout, he shook his head, but it didn’t stop him from trying to swivel his hips to get me to brush over his prostate again.
I gave him a stern look as I slipped a second finger in and began to scissor him open. He threw his head back on the pillow and whimpered.
“Oh, God. Oh, fuck, yes.” I hadn’t even nudged his prostate again and his cock was pulsing like it was going to erupt.
Not wanting to end things early, I wrapped a fist around his base to keep him from coming and he whined in frustration. I let out a chuckle as I slowly stoked the fist up and down his cock as I continued to work his hole open, adding a third finger.
“I’m ready, Daddy. Please fuck me now.” His eyes were wide and pleading, with a tear in the corner that I chased away with my lips.
“So beautiful. And all mine,” I whispered as I released his weeping dick and ran my fingers up and down his torso. Tracing his old scars sent a shiver of anticipation through him, but I knew better than to go anywhere near the new wound yet.
“Yours, Daddy. All yours.”
I gave him a soft kiss and lay down flat on my back and let him maneuver himself at his own pace to straddle my hips. It took a minute, but I was glad to see him take the time he needed rather than rush and hurt himself.
“That’s it, baby. Easy does it.” Both of my hands were on his hips to hold him steady and keep him from tumbling as he sat above my waiting cock. “Hold on to my shoulders or the headboard, whichever you need, and I’ll hold myself still and you lower yourself down at your pace.”
He gave a quick nod, his eyes boring into mine. I wanted to tug his lip from between his teeth again, but I didn’t have the working braincells, or limbs, as he started to move down and sheath himself.
“Oh, fuck, little bird. You’re so tight.”
He keened and whined as he slid down my shaft, his knees pressing tightly into my hips. When his eyes rolled back in his head, I smirked, knowing he must have found his prostate again. But I had to be careful. We couldn’t get too wild or rough and risk him getting hurt.
Once he was sitting flush in my lap, I went back to gripping both of his hips to keep him steady and hold some of his weight as he began to move.
I knew it wouldn’t take either one of us long to come.
It had been too long and we were too worked up.
But that didn’t matter. Helping him find his pleasure was the only thing I cared about.
“Fuck, Daddy. Breed me,” he yelled, his head thrown back as he rocked back and forth in my lap.
I groaned, wishing more than anything that I could. “Yeah, you want to be Daddy’s little cum dump? Want to have Daddy’s babies?”
“Yes! Yes, Daddy. Fuck, I’m going to come.” Streaks of cum spread out up my torso and chest as he came untouched. It was a beautiful sight. And as his ass clenched around my shaft, he drove me over the edge and I unloaded into his tight little hole, leaving my cum deep inside him.
My hips bucked up into him, trying to drive it in deeper, to keep it there. To always have a part of me inside of him.
Aiden went to collapse on my chest, but I caught him before he could. Not only did I not want him to fall into the cum, but I also didn’t want him to hurt himself, so I shifted us as gently as I could to the side and laid him on his uninjured side.
He stared up at me with a sleepy smile and I traced my fingers over his face, still unable to believe that he had chosen me.
“You’re sure about this?” I asked him again as we lay there, after I’d cleaned us both up and I’d snuggled him against me.
He stared up at me as though I was the greatest prize he could have ever won, and I knew I would always do anything and everything I could for this man.
“For you, Daddy? Anything, always and forever.”
I let out a possessive growl and claimed his lips in a kiss, wishing I could claim his ass again so soon, because there was no way I would ever let this man go.
Not even in death.