Chapter 10
Chapter Ten
Emmet
The moment we get into my apartment, I dump my overnight bag.
Keeping hold of the paper bag with the harness in, I put my hands on Ty’s hips and kiss him while I walk him backward toward the bedroom door.
He checked his emails on the way home. He confirmed the same as mine: we’re okay to ditch the condoms, and damn, I’ve been an aching, needy wreck the whole way home.
The desire to empty my load into him is almost primal, deepened by the knowledge he wants it too.
Our kisses are desperate and messy, our hands all over each other.
It’s only a few steps to the bedroom, yet somehow it takes forever.
Not that I mind. I’m lost in him. Every brush of his hands through my clothes makes my skin tingle.
The press of his lips and sweep of his tongue make me groan.
I’ve never desired anyone as much as I need him in this moment.
“Can I shower first, Daddy?”
“Of course.” I release him in order to pull the rainbow harness out of the bag.
“When you’re done, put this on. Over your t-shirt.
” He looks far too sexy-cute in it to ask him to leave it off.
Besides, I like knowing that he wants to be my lil squirter.
I wasn’t lying earlier, I am going to make him come so hard he’ll paint the bed with his cum.
“Yes, Daddy.”
He takes the harness and slips into the bathroom. I go to my bedroom, strip, and lie on the bed, waiting far too impatiently. I stroke my cock, not to make myself come, just to keep myself nice and hard for Ty.
When he comes into the room, he stops, eyes wide, stare focused on my cock and licks his lips.
I’m glad he approves. He’s fucking gorgeous in nothing but the t-shirt and harness.
It’s stretchy, fitting over his shoulders and upper chest, with O-rings at the center front and back—perfect for pulling on, whether he’s facing toward or away from me.
His skin is pink from the shower’s heat.
He’s half-hard and leaking, and damn, he’s the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.
Surprisingly, despite it being several hours later, and having had a shower, his make-up is damn near perfect.
His mascara and eyeliner have smudged a bit, but not enough to give him panda eyes, and the glitter on his cheeks seems to have spread over most of his face.
I must be glittery too, considering how passionately we were just kissing.
I get off the bed and join him, pulling him into my arms, rubbing our cocks together to make him fully hard.
“I need you, Daddy,” he whines.
I cup his jaw, stroke his throat with my thumb, and stare into his beautiful brown eyes. “I need you too, baby. I’m going to tie you to the bed.”
He shivers. “Yes, please.”
“And I’m going to pound you from behind.”
He whimpers and sucks his bottom lip into his mouth.
“And when I come, I’m going to empty my load inside you. I’m going to fill you up with so much cum, it’ll be dripping out of your pretty hole. I’m going to make you mine, baby. My boy.”
He releases a soft, desperate sound that goes right to my cock.
“You’re not going to come until I tell you to.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
I spin him around, lightly smack his ass, and push him toward the bed. “Bend over and wait for me like a good boy.”
“I am a good boy, Daddy. I’m your good boy.” He bends over the end of the bed, onto his hands, waiting while I fetch restraints from my drawer of playthings.
I spread his ankles apart and tie them to the bottom of the bedposts. Then I thread the second restraint under the mattress and bind his wrists.
“How is that, baby?”
“Good, Daddy. I feel sexy.”
I tease his asshole with my dry finger. “You are sexy, baby.” I hook my finger through the O ring on the back of the harness, tugging slightly, to show him I can. To prove I’m in control.
He shivers. “Oh, Daddy.”
“Don’t move.”
He giggles. “I can’t, Daddy, but I wouldn’t, even if I could.” He waggles his ass invitingly.
“Soon, baby.”
I stroke his ass cheek and then grab lube.
I hesitate, my hand hovering over the box of condoms. Then I grin.
We don’t need those tonight. He doesn’t want me to use them.
I shut the drawer and return to him, stroking him until he’s whimpering.
Only then do I drizzle lube over his crack and hole.
Damn, I love the way the clear liquid makes his pucker glisten.
Gently, I push his shoulders onto the bed, and then hold his hip, angling his ass exactly how I want it.
He rests his cheek on the mattress, allowing me to see his beautiful face in profile.
“Is that okay, baby?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
I warm him up, starting with teasing his hole for an eternity, before squeezing my finger into his tight channel. He shivers, sucks in a breath, and releases it on a throaty groan.
“That’s so good, Daddy.” He moves his hips, fucking my finger, so I barely have to do anything at all.
I could stop him, but why would I want to? He looks glorious, and it’s clear he’s enjoying it.
“You like fucking yourself on my finger, don’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Be a good boy, and fuck yourself harder.”
He obliges, rocking back and forth as much as the restraints will allow until he’s gasping and groaning.
I slip my hand around his body to squeeze his balls.
They’re heavy. He must be close to orgasm already.
Not that I’m going to let him. I add another finger.
He fucks himself harder. It’s divine to watch.
His ass is hot and tight around my fingers.
I’m desperate to get inside him. My cock is painfully hard, the head of my cock is darkened with blood, and leaking pre-cum.
“You’ll be ready for me soon, baby,” I croon.
“I’m ready now,” he gasps.
I chuckle. “Not quite.”
“Please, Daddy.”
“Not yet. Patience.”
He pouts.
I grab the O-ring and hold him still. “Who’s in charge?”
“You are, Daddy.”
“Are you ready for my cock, yet?”
He shakes his head. “Not until you say I am.”
“Good boy.” I release the O-ring, stroke his lower back, and then grasp his hip again. Then I slip another finger into his ass. “You know what to do.”
His knees knock against the bed as he fucks himself, making it squeak rhythmically.
It’s a wonderful sound. He’s getting desperate.
I can tell by the hitch in his breathing, the way his eyes are squeezed tight, and the pop of the veins in his neck.
That, and a glistening sheen of sweat has broken out on his skin.
“You’re so beautiful, baby.”
He licks his lips. “So are you, Daddy.”
I slip my fingers free. He stills, gasping. I take my time slicking my cock up with lube, as much to let him climb down from the brink of his orgasm as to catch his breath. He must have amazing self-control. His desire to please me has to be greater than his need to come.
Holding his hips with both hands, I push the head of my cock inside him until I’m balls deep. “Oh. My. God.” My lashes flutter and, for a moment, all I can do is stand still, enjoying him around me. How hot he is. How tight he is. How close we are. “Fuuuck. You feel so good.”
He lets out a soft laugh. “So do you, Daddy. So, so, good.”
Then I pound him, like I promised I would, enjoying every hard thrust. He makes the most adorable sounds—whimpering, panting, groaning, all of them blurring with the squeak of the bed and my own heavy, desperate breathing, into one continuous drone of lust. Every so often, he gasps out, “Daddy!” or “More, Daddy!”, and better yet, “Harder, Daddy! Faster, Daddy!” I oblige his every request, surprised I haven’t already emptied my load inside him.
I want to. God, do I need to, but I also want to enjoy this for as long as possible.
I can’t hold it back any longer. “I’m going to fill you up, baby,” I manage to grate out. “I’m going to make you so fucking full.”
“Please, Daddy! Please!”
I come, emptying my seed into his tight channel. My cock shudders until my balls are empty. Still, I manage to thrust into him. I grasp the D-ring, pull him up as much as the restraints will allow, and stroke his cock desperately.
“Daddy!”
“Come, baby. Come.”
He shivers, trembles, and then does a full-body shudder as his cock jerks in my fist and he squirts cum all over the bed.
“Oh, baby. You really are my little squirter.”
Panting, his body goes floppy in my arms. My knees threaten to give way. I lower us, so he’s kneeling on the floor, his chest on the bed, and I’m lying over him. We’re gasping and panting, hot and sweaty, and I don’t think I’ve ever felt so satisfied in my life.
“That was wonderful, Daddy.”
I kiss his neck, jaw, and forehead. “You were wonderful, baby. Absolutely perfect.”
I hold him until I’ve stopped trembling, and I’m capable of moving. Then I ease my cock out of him and squeeze his hole until my creamy cum oozes out of his pucker.
“Daddy,” he gasps, twisting his fingers into the comforter.
I part his ass cheeks with my fingers and lean down to lap at my cum.
Then I’m thrusting my tongue inside him, licking and teasing him while he moans and groans.
He gyrates his hips, humping my tongue and the bed.
Can I make him come again? I keep going, licking him inside and out until there’s not a trace of my cum left, only pink, glistening skin.
I don’t stop. I rim him while alternating between squeezing his balls and stroking his cock until he’s hard as a rod.
“Come for me, baby.”
I thrust my tongue inside him once more, reveling in the squeeze of his muscles as he comes all over the bed for a second time.
“You’re such a good boy,” I tell him, hugging him.
He’s shivering and shaking. “I like being a good boy,” he whispers.
“You’re my good boy.” I stroke his sweat-soaked hair away from his temple and kiss him there. “You’re going to need another shower.”
He laughs. “So are you, Daddy.”
“Was that what you wanted, baby? Was it everything you imagined?”
“Yes, and more than. Oh, Daddy.” Then he closes his eyes, bites his lip and lets out a sob.
“What’s wrong?”
“I don’t want to go home.”