Chapter Thirteen
Iwas barely holding on. Cullen’s mouth felt like heaven. With every brush of his lips and the way his throat constricted around me, I wasn’t going to last long at all. I twisted my fingers through Cullen's soft hair and tugged just to feel him moan around me.
I tugged again on Cullen's hair, and his bright hazel eyes blinked open at me. I saw my own lust reflected. I wanted to draw this out, but Cullen's mouth was going to make short work of me. It didn't matter. We had all the time in the world now together.
“Just like that, baby.” Cullen twirled his tongue in such a way that I nearly shot my load there and then. “Just like that, Princess, I want to feel myself coming right here.” I caressed Cullen's throat.
Cullen whimpered, and I was gone, my hips bucking, my fingers tightening in his hair.
“I’m going to come, baby.” Cullen didn’t pull off; instead, he increased his suction, taking me deeper and using his tongue to tease and torment me in the sweetest way possible.
I came with his name on my lips and my fingers buried in his hair.
The orgasm knocked the air out of my lungs and all clear thought from my head.
All I could think of was the sweet boy nestled between my legs.
I came to my senses feeling Cullen gently suckling on my spent cock, soft kitten licks and tiny kisses along my sensitive skin. It was almost too much, but I didn’t want to move just yet.
“Come up here, baby, I want a kiss.” I murmured, gently tugging on Cullen to pull him along my body. Cullen obliged and crawled up my body. He smiled, looking pleased with himself. He’d lost his shirt at some point and just wore his skirt, its tulle folds doing nothing to hide his erection.
I pulled Cullen against my chest, then sat up. “Do you want Daddy to help you with that?” Cullen nodded eagerly.
“Turn around, baby.” I sat up so our legs hung over the sofa, Cullen's legs resting outside of mine. I spread my legs wider, forcing Cullen’s open, then pulled up his skirt to show off his pretty lace panties.
“Tell me, Cullen, do you want me to take care of that?” I ghosted my fingers over the soft lace of his panties.
Cullen tipped his face towards my neck. I could feel the warm puffs of his breath as I kept my teasing touches light.
Cullen rocked into my touch. “Answer Daddy, baby, and I can make it all better.” I smiled at the small huffed out breath Cullen made and the soft whine that followed.
“Help me please,” Cullen answered.
I kissed the side of his face. “Lift your hips, baby.” Cullen lifted his hips, and I pulled his panties down low enough to hook under his balls, and his cock sat up once free of its lace prison, red and needy.
Cullen's breath stuttered as I wrapped my hand around his length and started to stroke him, using his pre-come as lube. I tipped my head so I could watch Cullen's face. With one hand, I stroked him slowly, the other, I ran over his chest, tugging on his nipple rings.
“Fuck, you’re sexy like this.” Cullen bucked and arched in my arms. I moved my hand from playing with his nipple rings to holding him firm against me.
“Next time, Princess, I'm going to make you ride me while you're wearing one of your pretty skirts, maybe even rip a hole in your panties so you don't have to take them off.”
“Daddy.” Warm ropes of cum covered my fist, and I couldn't stop looking at Cullen's face, his head thrown back, lips trembling as he came.
“That's it, Princess, give it all to me.” I moved my hand, milking Cullen of every last drop until my hand was coated. I brought my cum-covered fingers up to my mouth. Cullen's eyes tracked my movements and darkened as I licked every trace of him off my fingers.
“We are doing that again soon,” Cullen rasped huskily.
“We are but next time I plan on fucking the cum out of you.” Cullen groaned in my arms and slapped at my chest ineffectually.
“Don't get me all turned on again” I don't think I can take it.” Cullen yawned and relaxed against me, chuckling. “I think I'm actually ready for bed.” He wrinkled his nose adorably and plucked at his skirt. “I need to wash this. I think I've come all over it.”
“Don't fret. Let's get you upstairs and cleaned up, and I can pop this in the basin and wash it.” I lifted Cullen under the arms and stood upright.
“You don't have to, honestly.”
“Sweetheart, Daddy is going to make sure you’re all cleaned up and snuggled in bed before I set foot outside this house, alright?” I watched Cullen and wondered if he was going to argue with me on this. There was a momentary flash of defiance in his eyes but that passed quickly.
Cullen leant his weight against me. I could see the exhaustion setting in. “Will you stay until I fall asleep?”
“Gladly. Here, let me take this off.” I turned Cullen and unzipped his skirt, lowering it so he could step out of it. “Do you have many of these? They are very pretty.”
It was only because I was looking directly at Cullen that I saw the flash of vulnerability in his eyes before he dropped his gaze to the skirt in my hand.
“That and one other are all I have.” Cullen's eyes dropped to the skirt, his fingers playing with the soft material.
“I’ve always loved skirts. I always dreamt of finding one of those gorgeous ballroom gowns women wore in those 1950s movies, the huge skirts and fitted bodices, all glitzy and spectacular.
I thought it would be amazing. I'd feel like a real princess wearing one of those, and I wouldn't give one fig what people thought about me.” At that moment, through hell or high water, I was going to find Cullen his princess gown.
“I think that would be amazing, Princess. You would look spectacular.” I slowly twirled him around and an idea struck me about how I might be able to make Cullen's princess of the ball dream come true.
“Daddy, why are you smiling like that?”
“I've had an idea, but it's going to have to be a secret until I talk to someone.” Cullen scowled obviously not a fan of surprises.
“Good surprise?” Cullen queried as I led him upstairs to his bathroom.
“I think so, but you’ll have to wait and see.
” I stopped talking when I walked into Cullen's bathroom.
It was huge and a big clawfoot tub seemed to be the centrepiece for the room, everything else was designed around it.
A sleek shower was off to one side, but it was the bath that took my attention.
“Do you like it?” Cullen stood to one side looking shy. I expected not many people had come up here. I knew I was the first person he'd let into his bedroom in a long time.
“I love it. You wouldn't know there was so much room up here when looking from outside.” I could see Cullen's eyes sparkle with pride.
“People forgot it was two cottages until the previous owner had joined them. It gives me room for my surgery and my house all together.” Cullen beamed at me, and I couldn't resist kissing him soundly.
“You are a very smart man.”
“Boy, Daddy, I don't want to be too grown up yet.” Cullen's eyes darted to a mesh bag sitting near the tub. I walked across the tiled floor to the foot of the tub. The mesh bag seemed to hold action figures and a couple of monsters. I could recognise Godzilla amongst them.
“Did you want a bubble bath, Princess?”
“Could I? I know you've spent a lot of time looking after me tonight. I understand if this is a bit too much.” I shook my head and touched Cullen lightly on the lips with my forefinger.
“Princess, did I say it was too much? Or are you making assumptions again?” I knelt by the bath and dipped my fingers in the running water, then adjusted the cold tap a little. I didn't want to risk my sweet princess burning himself.
“Um, yeah.” Cullen gave a one shouldered shrug, then dropped his eyes to the bag in my hand. “So you'd stay let me have bath time?”
“You bet. Do you have a favourite bath bomb or bubble bath you like to use?” Instead of answering, Cullen turned on his heel and dashed to the bathroom vanity.
Kneeling, he opened the doors and pulled out a wicker basket full of bath bombs and bottles of different kinds of bubble bath.
Cullen started to pull out bombs and a large bottle of blue bubble bath.
“This one smells nice.” Cullen held up the blue bottle. “And this makes the water look all shimmery.” Cullen held up a bright green bath bomb.
“Okay, we can use those too but put the rest away please.” Cullen was quickly moving, putting away the basket and bringing me the bubble bath and bomb he wanted to use. Once both were in the water, it looked like a strange witch's concoction, which was met with Cullen’s peals of laughter.
“Oh, this is gonna be the best bath ever.” He bounced on his heels as the bath filled. His joy was contagious, and I found myself smiling as I tried to get Cullen to stand still.
“I need you out of your panties, Princess,” I said, trying to grab hold of him.
“Rude, Daddy, it's bath time, not sexy times.” Cullen's giggle was adorable, and I finally managed to catch him and pulled him down to tickle him.
“I know it's bath time baby, but you can't be washed properly if you keep these sexy things on.” I plucked at the elastic of his lace underwear. “Off with this, pretty one.” I tugged on the lace and pulled the panties. Cullen wiggled and laughed and generally made the job difficult but fun.
By the time I had Cullen in the bath, my shirt and trousers were soaked, and the floor was covered in glittery blue bubbles.
“Look, Daddy.” Cullen held his Superman action figure up in the air, then swooped it through the mountain of bubbles that had formed in the bathtub. I sat down on the thick rug near the tub and marvelled at how happy and relaxed Cullen looked and how much I was enjoying this time with him.