Page 54 of Love Unlimited

Was that too much? Daddy asked gently.

Danger shook his head, words swimming slowly away even as he tried to catch them. More, he finally signed, pressing his fingertips lazily together.

But not penetration? Daddy confirmed.

Landon nodded. Just touch me. He didn’t want to talk. He wanted to feel. He wanted more of everything. More, he signed again. More Daddy, more touching, more of that unexpectedly good feeling on top of all of the other sensations that were rocking through him like ocean waves.

Daddy slid two fingers into Landon’s mouth and he sucked on them readily. Then, carefully watching Landon’s face, Daddy slid them down between his legs, parted the pair of ropes and carefully circled his pucker.

Landon cried out, bucking against him. OK, so maybe he’d been too hasty when he said he wasn’t interested in anal play. Penetration still wasn’t something he typically enjoyed, but this was… really, really good.

Daddy chuckled. My beautiful, sweet boy. Did Daddy just figure out something you like? Does your cute little hole like Daddy’s touch?

Danger nodded, that feeling of mixed arousal and embarrassment flooding through him. There was something about the way Daddy said it that made him feel both dirty and adored.

How about you snuggle up in your blanket and let Daddy touch you.

Heat raced through Danger’s body, sending a pulse through his groin that might have made him come if he weren’t so beautifully, frustratingly constrained. It was like Daddy had taken all of his desires and drawn a map connecting each of them.

Roll over, Danger. Daddy’s face was stern now. Let me see you cuddle with your blanket. When Landon didn’t move fast enough, Daddy flipped him over.

And oh, the blanket was soft beneath him, touching all of his skin and highlighting every sensation on his bound cock. But that had nothing on how dirty he felt, rubbing up against it while Daddy watched him, all of those knots along his ribs shooting pleasure through him with each gasp and movement.

He felt the bed move and turned his head to watch Daddy strip off his jeans and boxers in a single movement. Daddy was hard, his dick a deep red as it jutted out from his body. He wanted to taste it. Wanted it anywhere near him. He jerked harder against the soft blankets, arms still out to the sides and legs spread.

Daddy climbed up behind him to rest between his thighs. He felt the knots on the back of the belt rope loosen and then tighten again. Where before they’d run up through his crack, they now wrapped around his ass cheeks.

He had a moment of worry, but only a moment. This wasn’t some hook-up who needed to be reminded again and again that he wasn’t into penetration. Even more, he completely trusted Daddy to stop if he didn’t like something, well before he considered a safeword. They played rough a lot of the time, but this was sensory play, and Daddy would be attuned to all of his responses.

Still, he was a little nervous as Daddy started kissing down his ass, his tongue getting closer and closer to its destination. It was hard to remember sometimes that not every man was trying to get into his ass and then roll away as quickly as possible.

Daddy paused and ran his fingers through Landon’s hair. He leaned to the side so they could see each other. Is this what you want?

Landon nodded. With his arms pressed into the blankets, it was hard to communicate. He crossed his arms over his head, then pointed back toward Daddy. It was the modified version of what he’d said on their first night together. I trust you.

Good. Because Daddy’s always going to take care of you.

Daddy dragged kisses down his back, moving over and between the ropes, while his hands dug into Landon’s sides, drilling the knots into his ribs and poking and scratching between them.

Landon twisted and arched between his hands, wanting more of that perfect deep pressure, knowing that with just a bit more of it that he could come, that he was already so close. Knowing also that Daddy had tied up his cock so that no matter how much he cried out and rubbed himself off against the fuzzy blanket that cradled him, he wouldn’t be able to.

It was exquisite torture, a sensory overload constructed just for his body, for his own particular needs because Daddy knew him so well. Daddy paid attention like no one else did.

Daddy continued downward, kissing and biting at the swell of his ass, pressing one of his knees upward beside his chest so that he was spread open, the rope digging the knots further into his prostate where it lay just beneath his skin, tugging at the base of his balls.

Daddy’s tongue swooped over the top of his crack, then a little lower… and then swung to the other side.

Danger wanted it now. He was desperate for it to start. But there was something magnificent in knowing that it wasn’t his choice, that he was spread out and vulnerable, fucking himself against the snuggly blanket, because Daddy wanted him there and Daddy told him to be still.

Daddy finally traced a path back down between his cheeks, licking at his hole with tiny splashes of warmth. At first it felt weird, not like the jolt of pleasure he’d felt before. It was embarrassing in a way, Daddy’s face pressed to an area he didn’t usually think of as sexy. He could feel beard scruff against his thighs, which was both arousing and a reminder of just how weird and vulnerable this whole thing was.

Then Daddy spread out his whole tongue, lapping at him with heavier strokes and that was very different. Landon found himself arching back into the motions. Yes, that was it, soft and warm, like Daddy was kissing him, but in such an intimate place.

He hadn’t actually realized he was so sensitive there. When he’d last had penetrative sex, so many years ago, the whole goal had been stretching out the muscular ring as quickly as possible, but this was all focused on the delicate skin at the surface.

Daddy went on and on, tonguing him and tracing around the edges with one wet finger while he gripped Landon’s thigh with his other hand, holding his legs open and exposed.

Danger thrust helplessly against the blanket, each movement tugging at the ropes and digging into him. When he pushed back, Daddy’s tongue moved inside him, licking at his rim. And that was glorious, too, like Dustin could get deeper and closer, kissing more of him and sucking rhythmically at his rim.