Chapter 7 #2
Shaking my head, I grab our clothes from the ground, then make my way to my bedroom, where he already has two suitcases dumped onto my bed.
I watch him for a moment as he makes two piles on the ground, and I assume it’s two piles for what needs to be washed and what doesn’t, but it’s not clear which pile is which.
I move his two suitcases under my bed for now, but I’ll need to find a better spot for them and the other five he has.
He empties his other two suitcases on the bed before starting to sort, and I add them under my bed.
We were only able to fit four in my car, using the trunk and the back seat.
“Which one is the dirty pile?” I ask. He points to the second one, then I grab my hamper, filling it before going to the laundry room downstairs.
After the washer is started, I go back upstairs and leave the basket next to the dirty pile.
“We’ll leave a bit early to stop off at the dry cleaners, so start putting your suits in a different pile.
” He does, and while he continues sorting, I hang up his suits, adding them alongside mine that also need dry cleaning.
“Finished,” he announces as he climbs onto the bed, kneeling in the center.
He puckers his lips, and I give in to him, walking over to the bed, then tug him closer and kiss him.
He wraps his arms around my neck, then tries to pull me onto the bed, but I stop him by pushing his hips away.
Tightening his arms around my neck, he tries to pull me forward again by also leaning back, but I stand firm.
After trying to stop the kiss and failing twice, I say his name against his lips before he lets me go with a frown.
“Please, daddy,” he begs, “I want you.” He looks at a non-existent clock on the wall, then looks back at me.
“We have time, and I’m being a good boy.
I unpacked and organized my clothes into piles, and I was going to put my dirty clothes in the laundry, but you beat me to it.
You said this morning I can have a reward when I deserve one. I deserve one.”
Snorting, I debate for a second, but decide to give in. “What would you like your reward to be?”
He bounces before lying on his back, but instead of bringing his legs to his chest like I thought he would, he pats his chest. “I want you to sit on my face.” I climb onto the bed, then straddle his head, facing his cock, so we can 69.
“Daddy, no,” he huffs, flutter kicking his feet.
“Face me, I want to be able to play with your belly hair while I suck you.”
“You don’t want me to suck your cock?” I ask, then wait as he debates.
After about a minute of thinking, he answers, “no, I want to touch you everywhere while I make you cum.”
I shift, so I’m now facing the headboard, and he immediately lifts up, planting several kisses on my stomach before his hands come up and grope me everywhere he can reach.
He shuffles down a little, then eagerly licks across my cock before taking it into his mouth.
I lean forward, putting one hand on the headboard, then with my other I thread my fingers through his curls.
As he sucks me, I grind down on his face, feeling only complete pleasure and a little regret for not letting him get me off this morning.
His hands reach up, cupping my pecs before he plays with my nipples.
Moaning, I grind down hard on his face as he pinches and rolls my nipples.
I lift myself off him only for him to follow me, not letting go of my cock.
Trying to lift higher, I’m stopped by his arms banding around my thighs and pulling me back down hard on his face.
I worry for a second about suffocating him, but when he starts sucking and tonguing my cock, I lose focus.
I squeeze my legs around him, humping his face and feeling the buildup of my orgasm.
His arms relax around my legs, then his hands move up my stomach before he’s playing with my nipples again.
I hump his face harder as he pinches, then twists my nipples.
That sets me off immediately. I softly grind down on his face, panting, while he lets go of my nipples, but not my cock.
As it becomes too much, I try to pull away, but his arms band around my thighs, holding me in place.
“Chase,” I warn, tugging on his hair. He doesn’t let me go, causing me to let out a choked moan as he sucks my cock with his tongue circling my tip. My body begins to tremble. “Chase now,” I demand.
His arms flop down on the bed, so I’m able to sit back on his chest to scowl at him.
He licks his lips before his fingers wipe the area around his mouth, then he sucks them into his mouth while watching me.
Letting go of his fingers with a pop, he smiles up at me.
Shaking my head, I realize there’s a bit of a pattern forming here.
I climb off him and sit on the side of the bed.
He also sits up, but before he can wrap himself around me, I put my hand out, stopping him.
I twist, facing him, then look at him sternly before saying, “Chase, I shouldn’t have to say your name multiple times while trying to tug you away from me to get you to stop.”
“I’m sorry, daddy, I just get excited, then I don’t want it to stop,” he replies. “I won’t do it again.” I give him a look, since he said that a little too confidently. “I’m going to try not to do it again because I don’t want to do something you don’t like.”
“Thank you,” I nod, putting my hand down so he can straddle my lap, then wrap his arms around my neck. Putting my hands on his hips, I rub my thumbs back and forth.
“Daddy, why didn’t you say red?” I frown as he continues, “I thought we were supposed to say red when we didn’t like something or needed to stop. Because sometimes it’s hard to tell when you’re tugging my hair to stop or just when you’re trying to move my head.”
“I didn’t say red because typically you would say it when you’re feeling overwhelmed, a negative emotion, in too much pain, uncomfortable, triggered, or something along those lines.
Then, after someone said red, the people within the scene would debrief, talk through what happened to make sure everyone is okay and make sure the proper aftercare is done.
So, I didn’t say red because I didn’t feel unsafe or scared, but instead wanted you to stop because I had cum.
” I explain, watching him take in my words, then think deeply about them.
After several minutes, he responds, “I think I understand. Next time I’ll try to stop after you cum and I’ve cleaned your cock, but maybe if I don’t do a good job, will you say red? I think that will help me.”
“Of course,” I answer with a smile, “how do you feel?”
“Really good,” he answers with a large smile, “how do you feel?”
“Good,” I answer before looking down to find his cock soft and his cum on his stomach. “I can’t believe you can cum from just giving me oral.”
“Well, I love your taste, and you were teasing me all day, daddy. I could’ve cum from you just looking at my cock.” He says before collecting some of his cum on his fingers, then sucking them clean.
“Teasing you?” I ask, then swipe my fingers across his stomach before tasting him.
“Yes,” he nods, “denying me this morning, then looking so handsome and sexy all day, and telling our server that I’m your partner.
And don’t forget how you carried all my suitcases to your car after organizing my place with what we were moving to yours.
I love that you’re so manly and smart, daddy.
” I’m glad he thought I looked hot during that because all I felt like was a sweaty pig.
Speaking of, “let’s shower and get ready, then we’ll drop off our suits and pick up some wine for your dad.”
He shakes his head, “no wine, my dad’s horrible about it, so if we bring some he’ll be so boring about it and want to talk about it for hours.”
“Okay, darling, we should still bring something though,” I say before patting his hips.