21. Jude #2
One of his hands snakes its way into my hair, gripping my curls tightly, while the other clutches at my shoulder.
He drops his head back, exposing the smooth expanse of his throat.
Reaching up, I undo a few buttons on his shirt, baring more of his flesh.
Dipping my head, forcing his hand in my hair to pull tightly at the strands, I bite him deep, latching on and not letting go until I get a mouthful of blood.
I bite him harder, wanting the mark to stick around for a while—maybe one day I’ll take a page out of Tennant’s book and make sure it scars.
Pulling back, I lick the blood from my lips, enjoying the way it slides down his skin.
The teeth marks are vivid, and in a prominent place, so everyone can see he’s been claimed.
I fuck into him harder, the sight of him wearing a symbol of my claim, my love, making my cock throb with need.
One particularly hard thrust has Antonio crying out loud enough that I wince, but I don’t stop fucking him. Changing my grip on him, I squeeze his ass in my hands, stumbling back and falling into my chair.
The change of position forces my cock deeper into him, and his entire body shudders. Gripping his ass cheeks hard enough to leave bruises, I bounce him on my dick. His chant of “Daddy, Daddy, Daddy,” heats my blood and makes my orgasm build faster.
That title…the honorific one I never considered before him, but it is an honor to be this Boy’s Daddy. No matter how many people I have in my life, or what happens next, nothing will compare to hearing or seeing him sign that name.
Pulling him down onto my cock once more, I hold him there as I come, painting his insides with every drop I have.
Antonio moans and shivers, and I know, if I were to pull out and tell him to dress, he would. Despite what I told him, he would follow my directions because that’s what a good Boy like him does, but I keep my promises. So, as my cock begins to soften, I lift him up, ignoring his whine.
Moving him around like a ragdoll, I sit him back on the desk, spread his legs, and shove my fingers into his ass so he doesn’t lose any of my cum. Then I descend on his cock.
“Daddy!” His hands grip my hair painfully tight, but I don’t mind. I enjoy the sting of pain as I fingerfuck his ass while deepthroating him, tasting pre-cum in the back of my throat.
Lifting off him, I meet his glazed eyes. “Come for me, Sweetheart.” Sucking him back down, I moan, letting the sound vibrate down his dick, and it's his undoing. As his cock hardens further, it throbs, and I lift off enough so his cum pools in my mouth, savoring the taste of him before swallowing.
I lick his cock clean, before standing and lifting his face to mine. The kiss we share is soft, sweet, nothing like the hard fucking, but perfect all the same.
Tilting his head back, I expose his throat, studying the mark there, before I lean down to kiss it gently.
Once done, I sit back in the chair, dragging him off the desk and into my lap, letting him curl into me.
“You okay, Sweetheart?”
He nods. “Yes, Daddy.” I feel him shift and pull back enough to look into his eyes.
“I didn’t come in here for this,” he says.
“I just wanted to make sure you were okay. I know it’s been rough on you.
Lio and Roman are barely getting back to work—Roman is still on suicide watch, even though Lio’s restrictions were eased.
“I know Hollis and Ten are being pulled in a million different directions, and you took on the brunt of the Council work when Cole was missing and Keegan and Carter were focused on him and Marcus.
“I…I need you to be okay, Jude. You are…you’re every star in the sky for me. You’re my home, my safe place, and I want to take care of you.”
“You do, Sweetheart.” Brushing his hair from his forehead, I gently trace the edges of his healing skin. The degrading word that was carved into his skin is fading day by day thanks to his plastic surgery. Soon, only a faint scar and the memory of it will remain.
“You and the Stars are the brightest points in my life. I…I love you. Even when I’m not always sure what that means, because feelings…emotions are as hard for me as they are for Tennant. But I know when I’m with you, I will do anything and everything to make you mine.”
He grins. “I feel the same. I know it’s love because you make my breath catch and my stomach flutter in ways I never expected.
Falling for the twins was easy. They’re the other part of my heart.
You? You’re my moon and my stars, my night and day, and you're the only one who has ever seen me and accepted everything I am—even when I’m a mouthy brat. ”
I laugh a little. “I love it when you’re bratty. It means I can punish you.”
He trembles. “You’re very good at punishments, Daddy.”
“Why thank you.”
I kiss him lightly. “No matter what, Antonio, whatever this Family ends up looking like in the future, whatever you decide about your official job title…we’ll always have this. You, me, Nario, and Nicolo? We’re a sure thing.”
“Roman, Hollis, and Tennant too?” he asks.
I nod. “Yes. I’m not giving any of you up. Is that okay?”