16. Volt #3
“It was more than okay. It was…” He took a deep breath. “Wallace it’s… it’s different with you.”
“Because I’m not very good?” Wallace’s face fell.
“No, creampuff.” He caught Wallace’s hands.
That was the furthest thing from his mind.
“I don’t have words to even tell you how good you’re making me feel.
It’s different with you.” Volt willed Wallace to understand.
He thought he’d been in relationships before.
He thought he’d found something special with Bobby.
With Sadie. With Kurt. But none of them had ever asked to touch him like this.
None of them had ever wanted him for himself.
And he now saw that he’d never really let himself be vulnerable with them, either. He’d tried to give them everything, but he’d never let himself take. “Wallace, this is special. You’re teaching me things that I didn’t even know about myself. Please, please don’t stop.”
Wallace absolutely beamed. “Really, Daddy?”
“Yeah, baby. Only you. You’re perfect.” Then he had to lift Wallace’s face to his. To kiss him like he was drowning and Wallace was his life raft.
Wallace melted, handing over control like it was a gift. So Volt couldn’t help kissing and biting down his neck until Wallace was moaning and rutting against the air, cries of “Daddy!” spilling from his lips.
Volt probably didn’t need more than this to come. He could just do this all day, savoring Wallace’s needy whimpers.
But Wallace pulled away, slowly wriggling down Volt’s body, dropping kisses along Volt’s shirt. He bit one nipple as it crossed his path, and Volt arched forward, trapped in pleasure.
Wallace was growing more confident, because he soothed the pain with his tongue, soaking the fabric, and then bit again.
Volt’s hips started rocking of their own volition, and it was like everything he’d thought he’d known about sex was turned on its head. He’d always moaned and writhed like this before because it was the appropriate response, the next step, part of the protocol.
Now he really, truly, couldn’t stop himself. There was no protocol for this, just the need to be closer to his love, to mindlessly drive himself to completion.
Wallace ran his tongue down Volt’s abs, lifting his shirt to nip at his skin. Driving him wild, but not moving fast enough.
“Suck it, darling,” Volt commanded, voice husky. He couldn’t hold back any longer. “Suck Daddy’s cock.”
“Yes, Daddy,” Wallace replied breathlessly. He looked awed, like he’d finally been given the chance to touch some holy relic. His eyes didn’t leave Volt’s as his soft pink tongue flicked out, teasing the tip. Then he opened his mouth and started to truly suck.
Volt bucked forward, his fingers twisting in the sheets. He wasn’t planning this. He wasn’t going through a programmed, adaptive routine. He was hardly thinking at all. His body was completely taken over.
Wallace gagged—so fucking sexy—and drew back. “I don’t think I can take all of it,” he said, looking chagrined.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” Volt said, trying to get himself back under control.
“It takes practice. And you don’t need to at all, if you don’t want to,” Volt assured him.
He’d given a hell of a lot more blowjobs than he’d received, but he knew this much.
“Keep your hand at the base and just use your mouth at the tip.”
“What if I want you to teach me, Daddy?” Wallace countered, a little nervous, so seductively innocent and needy all at once. “What if I want you to make me take it?”
Volt’s gears locked, caught between wanting to protect his sweet baby and positively tear him apart. He growled, the beast inside him rising to the surface. “You want Daddy to be rough with you?” he asked carefully.
During all of his past sexual encounters with Wallace, he’d felt completely in control. Yet somehow, even as Wallace was offering back his submission with open hands, Volt felt like he was the one spinning wildly. He wanted to take and take and take, so much that it felt dangerous.
Feeling like this, so aroused and off-kilter, he didn’t know what he’d unlock.
“Yes, Daddy,” Wallace begged breathlessly. “Be rough. Tell me what to do to please you. Hold my head. Make me take it.”
Volt’s vision narrowed. His fans whirred. Wallace was so. Fucking. Perfect.
This was how it was meant to be between them. How it always ought to be.
He put his hands on Wallace’s shoulders, his lover’s flesh hot to the touch. “That’s right, baby girl. I’m going to make you take it.” He cupped Wallace’s neck, and Wallace obediently went where he guided, his breath coming out in rapid little pants that skimmed Volt’s thighs.
Volt continued the dirty monologue. “I’m going to use you for my pleasure. Going to teach you how to suck my cock. Keep it warm for me all the time.”
Wallace moaned, his eyes glazed over with desire.
Volt had never seen a more beautiful sight. “Open for Daddy,” he directed, his voice gone dark and deep.
Wallace let his lips fall open and closed his eyes. This was the cord that connected them. The place where each of them was their most true selves.
“You can tap my thigh if you need me to stop,” Volt instructed, “but otherwise, you’re going to take it, baby.”
“Yes, Daddy. Please, Daddy.” Wallace begged so prettily, then opened his mouth again.
Volt stroked Wallace’s hair gently, then tightened his fingers, forcing his head forward. His lover made a surprised gurgling sound as the thick cock forced its way past his lips.
And Volt let himself feel.
Each suck was a symphony of sensation. Each flick of that hot tongue burned something inside him.
Volt held Wallace there, groaning with pleasure as Wallace gagged and struggled and just let him push into the back of his mouth. He teased the opening of his throat.
It was So. Fucking. Tight.
Volt knew it had to hurt, Wallace’s shoulders shaking as he repressed another gag reflex, yet Wallace was looking up at him with starry eyes, like Volt was his own personal god.
Volt pulled back, letting Wallace’s tongue seduce him with sloppy eagerness and needy whimpers.
“That’s it,” Volt groaned. Fuck, his baby was perfect. “Just relax, beautiful. Let Daddy fuck your mouth.”
In this fantasy, Volt was in charge, but truly, it was Wallace who was taking him apart, gagging on his cock and lighting up every sensor in his body.
Wallace moaned, and Volt could feel the vibrations all the way to his toes. His baby was so damned sexy. And fuck, he could get lost in those gorgeous brown eyes, streaked with tears and so needy, his whole being focused on Volt’s pleasure.
Volt began to move Wallace’s head, rocking him back and forth on his cock. He was drowning in ecstasy, spurred on by Wallace’s gargling gasps and the bite of nails on his thighs.
At one point, Wallace choked and pushed back instinctively. Volt eased up, letting him draw in some air. He didn’t want to stop—didn’t ever want to stop—but his desire to please his baby overruled everything else. This was a lot for their second time.
“Please, Daddy,” Wallace whimpered, as if sensing his intent. “I want this. Please, make me take it. Train me to please you.”
Damn. Wallace was breaking him. “Take a deep breath, baby,” he warned, something primal taking him over, reaching deep into the core of his being.
If this was truly for Volt, if Volt could have his steadfast boyfriend and his sexy baby girl, and still deserve to have what he wanted in bed, this was everything.
Wallace inhaled, his nose flaring with the effort.
Volt pushed in further, until he could feel Wallace’s throat tightening around his tip, the squeeze so tight it was almost painful, ecstasy exploding beyond his wildest dreams. Then he pushed in further, drawing out his own euphoria, even as Wallace struggled in his grip.
That soft, heated tunnel was impossibly tight. There was no way it should have ever fit, and Volt wrapped his hand around Wallace’s throat, nearly short-circuiting when he could feel the bulge from the outside.
He could hardly move, lost in rapture and overwhelmed with this fierce tenderness, like love was pouring out of him. It drove him to both protect and destroy his beloved Wallace—whatever was needed to bring them closer together. To make them one.
Finally, Volt had to withdraw, and Wallace coughed and sputtered. But when Volt pulled back to give him space, he whimpered at the loss.
“Look at you, sweetheart. Such a good girl. Taking my cock. Letting me fuck your mouth. Let me feel that pretty little clit.” He eased one foot between Wallace’s spread thighs. “Rub on Daddy.”
Wallace sobbed and nodded as best he could, his eyes watering and his face flushing red. He was fucking beautiful with those crystalline tears streaming down his face, rutting against Volt’s leg.
“Such a good girl.” Volt could feel his own release coiling tight.
He’d had his cock down a lot of holes, but never like this.
Everything was magnified. The silken touch of his lover’s tongue.
The warmth of his mouth. The frantic fluttering of his throat.
The way Wallace was rubbing his greedy cocklet against his shin, as turned on as he was by this rough show of dominance and submission.
He let Wallace up for a breath, keeping his mouth full so that he had to breath through his nose. He was whimpering and moaning, eyes looking up beseechingly at Volt, like all he wanted was more.
After that, Volt couldn’t control his thrusts past Wallace’s tender, virgin lips. They became more and more frenzied as his bliss spiraled into the stratosphere. He held Wallace’s head still, his hand clenching tight. “Don’t fight it, baby,” he panted.
Wallace groaned. He didn’t struggle. He took deep gasping breaths when Volt let him up, his exhalations coming out as ragged moans and his brown eyes hazy with a matching need. He’d stopped rutting, taking all of his pleasure from serving his Dom.