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But then he suddenly went wide-eyed again and reached down to pinch his own thigh. “Ouch. Oh, okay. This is real?”
I laughed. “Very real. It’s why I flew home early. May I kiss you?”
Instead of a yes, I got a shy, happy smile. “You just said you remember what I told you last night. You don’t have to ask… Daddy. I’m yours, right?”
Even though the title still came a little cautiously to his lips, that felt exactly right. Everything about being with him did. And when I took him at his word and took the kiss I wanted this time, dipping inside for a deeper taste and grinning against his eager mouth when he flung his arms around my neck with a gasp and it became obvious how very, very inexperienced and enthusiastic he was, I realized it wasn’t just right, it was my first taste of perfect.
But not my last.
I groaned, dropping the box I’d been holding so I could haul him up against me, his warm, lithe little body fitting perfectly in my arms.
“God, baby, you feel incredible,” I murmured, tipping his head back so I could have more access, more of the hot little sounds he was making, more of everything.
I ran my hands down his bare back and cupped his ass, making him arch against me and gasp out a “Daddy” that had my cock taking notice.
He’d fallen asleep shirtless, his pink panties utterly ruined and a gorgeous pout on his lips when he’d had to pull on a pair of “boring” blue bikini briefs to sleep in instead. The panties had been an unexpected surprise that made me feel like the luckiest man in the world—not just because of how sexy he looked in them, but because of the erotic effect that even just touching them had had on my boy—but I had no complaints about this pair, either. They hugged his ass perfectly… and since they were still the only thing he was wearing, gave me unlimited access to the rest of his body.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he panted, wrapping himself around me like a little monkey and shamelessly rubbing himself against me despite his apologies. “I can’t help it. You’re making me so excited. I… I… Daddy.”
It was true. His little cock felt like an iron rod between us, trapped in those tiny briefs and hot enough to burn right through them and incinerate mine.
I groaned, sucking hot, open-mouthed kisses along his throat as he clutched me tightly, going from zero to sixty—from the dreamy, sleepy-eyed boy I’d kissed awake a few minutes ago to a trembling, writhing little mass on the cusp of messing up my suit—with all the unrestrained fervor he’d warned me about last night.
Which reminded me of what I’d brought him.
“Baby,” I said, peeling him off me and feeling a little unrestrained myself when I got a good look of how fucking delectable he was. Flushed and panting, with that slim little cock of his making a tent out of his briefs. I laid him back down on the bed, and slipped my hand between his legs, fondling the twin orbs pulled up tightly against his body. “I’m going to help you with this.”
“I… you… what?” he gasped out, his slim hips jerking toward me and his hands flying down toward his cock.
I captured them before he could touch it. “That belongs to me, remember?”
And I didn’t dare touch his actual shaft yet. Not after I’d seen what a hair-trigger he had last night.
His mouth dropped open, a full-body shudder going through him that, for a moment, almost made me think he’d come without my permission again. Then he gave me a jerky nod, his pupils blown wide, and whispered, “Yes, Daddy.”
“Were you serious about allowing me to take control?” I asked. “About letting me be the one in charge of your pleasure?”
He nodded, a desperate-sounding whine escaping those pretty lips that was like a siren call for my own cock, making it strain to be let loose.
Later. Right now, this beautiful boy had the entirety of my attention, and taking the control he’d so readily offered me was the most intense aphrodisiac I’d ever experienced.
I kept his wrists held loosely in one of my hands and ran my other one down his body, enchanted with the way he quivered and moaned and trembled as I traced the slim lines and flat planes of his torso… his stomach… his slim hips and pale thighs. Circling closer and closer to his jerking cock as the wet spot at the head grew darker and darker.
“Words, sweetheart. I need to hear that it’s really okay with you. I want to decide when you come. I want to decide how you come. I want to be the one who makes it happen, this time and every time, and—”
“Yes!” he finally blurted. “Green! Yes! Daddy! Please!”
I laughed. “What? Green?”
“It’s… it’s, you know, the stoplight thing?” he panted. “Jackie told me about it. Like, safe words? Green means please do all the things you just said to me. Decide all the… the things. Own my dick. Make me be good for you. Daddy, please.”
His erotic, breathless explanation was too much for me. Halfway through it, I realized I was the one who couldn’t wait.
I let go of his wrists so I could slide my hands under his tight little ass, lifting his hips completely off the bed as he gasped and clutched at my head. I had no hands free to get those fucking briefs out of the way, so I simply sucked the head of his cock into my mouth right through them.
Dashiell went rigid, his fingers digging into my scalp as the most erotic cry I’d ever heard ripped loose from his mouth, and then he flooded my mouth with the sweet, salty musk of his cum.
“Fuck, baby,” I groaned, sucking his pulsing cockhead like it was candy, then finally growling with impatience at the barrier between us, and ripping those briefs down so I could suck the whole thing into my mouth and drink down every drop.
