Chapter 20 #6
But my tongue wasn’t enough for him or me.
I eased out, licking and kissing his rim, allowing me room to reach up.
I found his mouth and shoved two fingers in.
“Get these wet, my slutty baby. Real slick.” Fuck, I was goddamn horny for this man.
I felt as if my entire personality was being turned inside out the way I craved him.
The kinky things I hungered for were taking him higher and higher, helping him chase his pleasure.
The greedy side of me lusted after him—for my gratification.
As for him, I was seeing his appetite to try new things…
erotic, dirty things. He might even have a slight humiliation kink, since I detected a slight hitch in his breathing when I called him slutty baby.
And he didn’t withdraw from some pain. But I also desired to give every exquisite moment of bliss that I could, showing him what life with me would be like.
Life where I’d love him wholly but also bring him to sexual heights he’d never imagined.
Like then, when I sucked another bruise on his white skin.
I loved that unlike me with dark skin, his was a white canvas for creating an abstract of my marks.
I yanked my fingers out of his mouth, and he tried to follow them but without sparing an instant, I drove two fingers into his hole. I plunged into his tight channel, twisting and scissoring, hitting his prostate again and again. With my free hand, I rolled his sac in my fingers and squeezed hard.
Jude cried out, his whines getting louder. “More fingers… I can take more.”
“Oh, I know you can,” I crooned and added my thumb, working all three digits in and out. “One day when you’re ready, are you going to take my fist, my slutty baby?”
“Y-yes,” he sobbed, “anything.”
I withdrew my fingers and leaning over him, trailed kisses over his neck.
Grabbing his waist, I turned him onto his back.
His tear-stained face with his hair plastered to his forehead didn’t detract from his beauty.
I spread his legs and crept up between them.
Wiping tears from under his eyes, I crushed my mouth to his as our cocks glided against each other, smearing pre-cum with each motion.
I tangled my tongue with his, letting him taste himself on it.
But I needed more. Not just of his body.
I was about to take a leap with a desire that had been simmering in the back of my mind for weeks.
Locking gazes, I asked very softly, trying to restrain my hunger to ram into him, “My baby slut, are you ready to take Daddy’s cock? ”
A flash of surprise lit his brown eyes, then without hesitation he answered. “Yes, Daddy.”
Fuck, hearing him call me Daddy felt so fucking right. “Say it again, baby.”
“Daddy,” he said on a soft breath and a nod. “It felt natural, Daddy, like this is what we’d been evolving to—a Daddy/boy relationship. I like being your slutty baby.”
“How do you want Daddy’s cock?”
“Hard, Daddy, please. I’m leaking like a rain forest.”
I smiled because we both were. Pressing a firm kiss on his mouth, I placed his legs on my shoulders.
I grabbed the lube, covered my cock, and rubbed light circles on his tummy as I brought the head of my cock to his rim.
Bracing myself with my hands on either side of him, I grunted not from the effort but from maintaining slow, steady strokes.
But when Jude pumped his hips so hard that he lifted off the bed, I plunged into his juicy, hot hole until I was fully seated. Then I went to town on him, fucking him relentlessly, stroking his prostate with my cock almost every time.
“Fuck Daddy… right there… that’s it, Daddy. That’s the spot.” His words came out amid a string of mewling sounds and inarticulate noises that matched my own.
I pounded him for minutes, two bodies slamming against each other, skin slapping against skin and I was in fucking heaven. Sweat burned my eyes, rolling down my face and splattering on his torso. I lowered my head and licked the salty sweat from his belly button.
Jude’s grunts were getting louder, mixing with a few “fucks” and mewling, and I knew he was close when he said, “Daddy, I’m on the edge. Daddy, I-I…”
“Stroke yourself, baby. I’m close, too.” I dropped one leg from my shoulder and angled him so my cock drove even deeper. My body buzzed all over and I had a full body shudder as my orgasm rolled like fire on an electric wire, but I refused to come before Jude.
I pressed both his legs into his chest and gripping his ass cheeks into me, I lowered my head to his cock. It was swollen and red with continual ropes of precum. I sucked it into my mouth and swallowed the length in one smooth glide.
“Too much, Daddy. Ungh… ungh.” Jude groaned long and loud. His body spasmed and spurts of cum fell onto his belly as I sucked him through to his last shockwave.
The feel of Jude’s orgasm along with the sex-crazed sounds of his release…
they all set a match to the flame in my balls and my orgasm hit as hard as it ever had as a curtain of white blurred my vision and I came with a vengeance, my cum exploding deep into Jude.
After the last of my release, and minutes of just enjoying being in him, I slid out.
I crawled to the pillows and pulled Jude on top of me, sticky, sweaty and cum-filled.
I reached behind to his ass and swiped a drop of my semen, letting him lick it off my finger.
“You really do like being my little slut. And your eyes…” I laid a kiss right above his eyebrow.
“There’s a town called Maratea on the Tyrrhenian Sea.
The coastline is renowned to have the most beautiful waters in the world for its color. Shades of turquoise to brilliant blue.”
“Do you miss home?”
“Sometimes, tesoro. But what I really wanted to ask before I got sidetracked was why are you looking extra dazzling? Besides the sex being amazing.”
His skin turned a delicious shade of pink, feminine. “What made you think of yourself as my Daddy?”
Needing time to come up with an answer other than it felt right, I said, “Should we take a shower and talk later?”
I was all set to get up when he said, “No, Ethan. If we do that you will analyze the hell out of an explanation. And I just want something pure, from the heart.”
I tried to be annoyed with him but instead I said, “How do you know me so well in such a short time?”
Jude shrugged and said, “No more deflecting, Ethan.”
“We’ve touched on the subject of how our sexual identities are fluid.
Just as how we perceive ourselves within the BDSM community.
I’ve been in flux since I’ve met you. I don’t know if in me taking the lead sexually it’s opened a new lens for me to see myself through or what?
But I’ve tossed the notion around in my head all week and then as soon as we got home, I stopped myself until… ”
“Until what?”
“When I was getting prepared to put my cock in you, I don’t know… I needed you to be certain that I’d never hurt you. That I crave to be your everything. Your protector, the person you go to when you need to know you’re safe, and your lover.”
“Are those the qualities of a Daddy in a Daddy/boy relationship?”
“Succinctly put, they are for me,” I answered, feeling more confident as I spoke. “And I feel that I’m already those things for you. Or at least, I’m aiming to be all those things. Why did you ask?”
“I was curious because when we were in the middle of sex, you might not have noticed but I didn’t refer to you by name. Or maybe once I did, but I called you Ethan.”
“I did,” I interrupted and it bothered me.
“Well, addressing you as Ethan when what we did was so incredibly intimate. It felt cold compared to the warmth that radiated through me whenever you referred to me as your baby. But I had nothing else. But then, when you asked me if I wanted Daddy’s cock, I was a bit taken aback but as you saw, I got over the surprise quickly.
” Jude cradled the side of my face and scratched his fingers through my scruff.
“I’m happy to be your baby or baby boy. Any endearment that marks you as my Daddy. ”
“Do you prefer me being your Daddy only during sex?”
Jude scrunched up his nose, as if he smelled something unpleasant. And then with a merry twinkle in his eyes, he said, “No, Daddy. I prefer all the time, unless we’re with people that we can’t be ourselves with. Do you agree?”
“Very much so,” I said. “Regarding Mamma and Frank, we’ll have to play it by ear. Gabby and Teddy will be fine. Although with Teddy it hardly matters, since I have a feeling that he’ll be moving to London in the near future.”
Jude tugged on one of my nipple rings, stretching it out until I felt my cock twitch to life. I didn’t think I was capable of getting hard so soon after dumping a load not fifteen minutes ago, but there I was with a cock ready to roar back to life. “Do you want me to blow you in the shower, Daddy?”
His words made my cock grow hotter, and harder than a tree log.
I thought in that moment that eventually, when we were both comfortable in our reversed roles, that I’d want to take him apart completely, only to put him back together again.
I’d heard submissives who were in committed relationships talk about their Doms going so animalistic on them that they’d see stars and the moon and beg for more.
They claimed that they’d never felt more treasured during aftercare than when their Doms helped them come down from subspace.
“No, baby, tonight Daddy’s going to take care of you.
” Jude was still playing with my nipple rings, and precum was beading on my slit.
“Are you sure, Daddy?”
“Very, I’m hungry for your hole with my mouth.”
I gave him a slap on his ass, and he jumped from the bed, his dick as erect as mine. He gave his own ass a slap and wriggled it for me and I knew my slutty baby was ready for play.
We stayed in the shower until the water ran cold, then toweled quickly before climbing into bed under the covers. His back was to me and I held him tight, my cock totally spent with no chance of a repeat, even although inhaling his scent of musk and sandalwood made me horny.
Jude, me, and the moonlight that drifted through the curtains to the distant bellow of an ocean liner coming into port.
I liked to think that I’d be holding him like this forever.
But his reminder for me not to push him about the baby was a stark reminder and scared the shit out of me.
Hell, he’d been clear about his position.
I was the one who was in denial. And that was me being selfish.
The facts were that Jude had a lot he had to settle that was imminent without being concerned about an event seven months away.
He stirred in my arms. “You’re not sleeping yet.”
I nudged his chin so he’d turn his face toward me. “I just wanted one more look at you.” I leaned in and our breaths met on a whisper. “Good night, sweet baby.”
“Same to you, Daddy,” he said and backed up into me, a soft smile on his face before he tucked his head under my chin.
Minutes later, while he slept, I was wide awake thinking about girl names. God, I was royally fucked.