Chapter Fifteen
Abbott
“I’m big now.” That was my code for I wanted more than what I was wanting when little.
I could’ve stayed in little space all night, but my body disagreed.
I watched his lips as he gave directions and wanted to nibble on them.
I smelled his cologne as we sat beside each other and wanted to climb him like a tree.
I managed to handle both of those. But then, he hugged me close for story time, and it was game over.
My cock wanted to come out and play. I wouldn’t be able to stay in little space like this.
It was time to take care of my grown-up needs.
“Is everything all right?” he asked.
“Yeah.” I put his hand on my erection through my clothes. “I’m distracted, is all.”
I knew littles who played adult sexy games while they were small. That was great for them, but it wasn’t something I enjoyed. “Give me a minute to change.”
“Change?” He tapped his chin. “How about you just take it off?”
There was zero argument from me. I slowly took off piece after piece, letting them flutter to the ground, loving the way he soaked in every single move I made.
“That’s not fair, Soren.” I’d called him Daddy when I was little. Now, in this context, the distinction of his first name felt important. “I think you need to fix your clothing issue, now.”
“I don’t understand, Abbott. What clothing issue?” He totally understood. “Why don’t you come show me?”
I walked over to him slow, almost like I was a predator stalking my prey. And maybe, on some level, I was.
“Do you need some help, sir?”
“With?” he asked, 100 percent playing the game. Sexy. As. Fuck.
“Looks like I am the one who is taking over today.” I grabbed his shirt and pulled him in for a hard kiss. It was rough, raw, and messy, and, after our sweet playtime, it fit.
I pulled back and tapped his arms. When they raised, I pulled the shirt up and over and let it join my clothes.
“That’s a tad better.” I ran my fingers over his abs, tracing the muscles there, lower and lower until I reached his jeans.
Leave it to Soren to be wearing the jeans of a thousand buttons.
I understood the sexiness of button-fly jeans, but not when trying to get them off.
I fiddled with them one by one, popping them open, and by the time I was done, I was ready for the rest of his clothes to be gone.
I slid my hands into his pants, making sure to grab his underwear, and then pushed them all the way to the floor.
But, as he went to step out of them, I looked up at him and shook my head.
“Nope. You stay here.”
I reached behind him and grabbed a pillow to put under my knees. If I did this right, I’d be here for a while, keeping him on edge, ready to blow. I normally didn’t like to take over like this, but something about today had me wanting to.
“Tell me you want this, Soren.”
He did, with his hand in my hair, pushing me closer.
This was so unlike the other times we’d been together. He was feeding off my vibe, and I was there for it. He never pushed, only going so far as to do that as a way of answering my question and then letting me take control again.
I grabbed his length, hard and heavy in my hand, and circled his tip, lapping up the precum, and then circling again and again until I could almost sense that he was gonna growl like some sort of alpha shifter in a smutty novel. So hot.
That was when I took him inside my mouth for the first time. Just the tip at first, sucking gently and pulling off him again and again and again.
I couldn’t keep him on edge like this, not without a reward. I took him into my mouth as deep as I could and then swallowed before pulling up and almost all the way off. Once, twice… I lost track of how many times.
I circled the bottom of his cock with my fingers, jerking up and down at the same tempo as my mouth, bobbing, loving the way his hand gripped my hair hard and he was about to take over. I sucked extra hard and swallowed before he actually did fully take control.
I grabbed his ass and let him guide me, let him fuck my mouth over and over again.
My own cock was painfully hard. I reached down, grabbed it, and jerked myself at the same speed.
It didn’t take long before my balls were tightening up, my orgasm so close I nearly removed my hand. He sped up, and I did too.
The first taste of the salty cum hit my tongue, and then he was crying out my name, my head held still as he slid into me a few more times as he rode out his climax. I swallowed down every last drop before coming as I kneeled in front of him.
It wasn’t until I fell back on my knees that I saw the mess we made.
“Sorry, Daddy.” I looked down at it.
“Never, ever, ever be sorry for that.” He bent down and gave me a sweet peck. “Now, let’s go fill the tubby, and then Daddy will clean this mess up and we can then go clean ourselves up.”
I could not think of a better plan than that.