Chapter 19
Paxton
I couldn't believe my luck. Holding off on pursuing anything sexual with my boy had been a decision I'd made from the start.
The minute that Grizzly had run at Jake's party had said a lot.
It told me he was wary about a relationship, yes, but that he also was inexperienced in a lot of ways.
While I didn't think he was virgin, I suspected a Daddy relationship and a sexual one at the same time might have overloaded him.
I never wanted to do that to my boy, so it'd been simple.
I focused on what I knew he would accept.
That didn't mean I didn't go home and stroke myself night after night, picturing him naked and boneless beneath me.
I wanted to sink inside him desperately, wanted to wrap him up in my arms and taste every inch of his skin, and now I was being given the chance. I was going to grab it with both hands.
The minute I had Grizzly's consent, I went to work taking his clothes off.
I didn't rush, but I wasn't slow about it either.
Just steady and focused, revealing bits of skin piece by piece.
The more I revealed, the more tense his body became.
I realized he needed that reassurance again.
He needed me to remind him of what the whole point of this was.
So I took down my walls. My mouth pressed against his hairy chest, and I licked his skin there, nipping him with my teeth as I groaned.
My cock was hard as fuck. The damn thing was going to spew if I so much as touched it, but I wanted him to know he was giving me pleasure as well.
I pressed myself against his leg, and when I looked up, his eyes were still wide and his cheeks flushed.
"Do you feel what you do to me, baby?" I said.
I used my tongue to circle his nipple. The tightened bud was sensitive, and my boy arched into me.
I lavished him with kisses, peppering them across his chest until I could reach the other side, where I repeated the motion.
My hands kneaded as his muscles relaxed.
I was able to let him see how strongly I could take hold of him.
He could probably bench press more than me, but when it came to this, I knew my boy would let down his guard so I could lead.
I trailed my fingers down his sides and over his thighs, spreading them wide as I dropped down to kneel.
I was still fully dressed, but my boy was only in his underwear.
I sat back on my heels, admiring him as I rubbed up and down his thighs, then over his calves.
I even moved to rub his feet, but found he was quite ticklish. His giggles made me smile.
I didn't want to shift away from the sensual mood, so that meant getting back to work, focusing on his pleasure and mine.
I pressed kisses to the inside of his knee on the right side.
One by one, I trailed up to his inner thigh, where I pressed my face deep in that crevice, breathing him in.
It was so him, and it brought his pleasure higher.
It was more a feeling, a vibe, because I wanted to bring Grizzly to the edge.
Really, the goal was to make him come, preferably down my throat, but I'd settle for him understanding just what he did to me every single day.
I hadn't mentioned anything. Like I said, I was waiting for a sign from him that we could take the next step, and now I had it. I wasn't going to half-ass things. I didn't become the number one pick in the draft by being lazy.
"That's it, baby," I said, as I ran my nose over his hardened length.
It was covered by cloth, but I mouthed at it anyway, groaning and desperately pressing my cock against his leg.
A string of whimpering and "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy," hit my ears.
I popped my eyes open, not even realizing they'd closed, to find my boy clutching the side of the couch.
He was mesmerizing. All that gorgeous skin on display, the hairy, barreled chest, and those striking eyes that just tore into my soul. He was mine.
My trail of kisses continued up the other side of his leg until I reached his knee again.
Then I leaned back, my hands gripping his thighs tight as I waited for his attention to focus.
When his eyes met mine, they were glossy, a sheen of desire within them.
My boy was floating, helpless and utterly wrecked.
"Daddy wants to suck on your cock, baby. Will you let me?"
His head moved much quicker this time, giving me the affirmative.
Together we managed to pull his boxers down, and then I was staring at one of the most beautiful cocks I'd ever seen in my life.
I had seen a lot of porn in my day. I also was an athlete, which meant I was in locker rooms all the time, so I knew what people were packing, whether by choice or not.
And my boy's was perfect for him. Perfect for me. It wasn’t so long that I would choke on it, and it was thick enough that my mouth was going to be stretched wide.
For a moment I considered bottoming for him.
It wasn't something I did often, mostly because people were impatient, and even in my self-play time I more so pictured sinking into someone rather than the reverse.
But for my boy, if he wanted, I would try.
I pushed those thoughts away as I spit on my hand and wrapped it around his length.
He whimpered again, eyes focused on what I was doing. "Does that feel good, baby?" I asked.
"Yes," he stuttered out.
"Good. Daddy likes to make his baby feel good. What about this?" I leaned forward, running my tongue over his crown. He maintained eye contact, though I could tell it was a struggle.
"Mm-hmm," he mumbled. "So good, Daddy."
I pulled back, my hand still stroking slow and steady. "That's good. Now, Daddy is a bit hungry, so I'm going to take what I've been waiting weeks for."
He gasped as my mouth enveloped him. I practically lost all sense of self when the weight of him landed on my tongue.
He was salty and wide, stretching me just like I thought he would.
I focused on protecting him from my teeth as I eased him in inch by inch until my nose was buried in the patch of curly dark hair at his groin.
I hummed and he spasmed, his hips shifting forward.
"Oh no, oh no, I'm sorry. So, so sorry," he panted.
His hands were still off to the side, and I grinned as best I could around his length.
When I pulled back, I let him see the drool hanging from my mouth down my chin.
I had to look debauched. There was no way I could even be presentable, and I loved it.
He watched me, mouth hanging open, chest rising and falling.
I reached up, running my fingers through the hair there.
Then I let my touch trail down his stomach and through his happy trail until I reached that patch of curls I'd just been buried in. I tugged at them gently and he jolted.
I chuckled and said, "Baby, you can touch me. Put your hands on me. Use me how you want. That is yours."
I was still stroking him. I could feel the way his cock pulsed at my words, how it seemed to take his pleasure higher.
He slowly released his grip on the couch, and as I watched, he brought his hands to rest on his thighs.
I would take it. He was one step closer to trusting me, and I would savor it.
The change in my boy was instant. I wrapped my lips around his crown, and one of his hands wove into the curls atop my head. He didn't tug, didn't push. It was just there—a weight, an acknowledgement. I shivered.
Part of me wished I had gotten fully naked for this.
I could definitely get off without being touched, but my boy stroking me now would have been the fucking trifecta of happiness—or maybe it was horniness.
I pushed the thought away. It did me no good at the moment.
What did do me good was my ability to suck cock like a champion.
So that's what I did. I gave my boy everything I had.
Granted, I didn't get to put on a long performance, because he was worked up enough that he finished within about three minutes. I didn't have a watch, so I couldn't say for certain, but it was pretty fucking fast, and I was okay with that. Really, because the moment he did, I came as well.
Fucking hell, it was going to be awkward going home and explaining to Pops why I needed to go straight into the shower. Then again, the man had raised me. He was used to me and would probably just tease me until the end of time.
When I sat back after swallowing his release, I licked my lips and smiled up at him. He was slumped, body fully relaxed, arms dropped to the side like he had no strength left. "Better now, baby?" I asked.
He grunted, nodding his head slowly, his eyes closing. I admired him for far longer than I probably should have. It was just so hard to look away. This boy was mine, and I got to please him. I got to be with him and take care of him, and I intended to do so for a very long time.