I wrapped my hand around his cock, pumping it achingly slow. His precum smeared on my palm and I used it as lube on his hard, needy erection. He wasn’t as big as I was, but he wasn’t small, either, and I could appreciate the thickness.
“Your cock’s as pretty as you are, Boy,” I murmured to him, watching that happy, delightful flush caress his nose and cheeks.
“Thank you, Daddy.”
For someone who’d never belonged to a daddy before, he played the part easily. He acted on instinct, calling me Daddy at all the right times, and doing exactly what I told him to without arguing.
“You can tell me what you want now, Boy.” I slid my thumb over the head of his cock again, watching his eyelashes flutter.
“You, Daddy. I want you to fuck me.”
I shook my head. “Not today.”
“When?” He pouted, his bottom lip sticking out. “I’ve….” He winced, and I found myself curious.
“You what, Boy?”
He hung his head and his bangs fell into his eyes. “Please don’t hate me.”
I paused, slipping out of the role to whisper, “I’d never hate you, Shane.”
“I’m a bad person, Daddy.” He licked his lips and looked at me again. “I’ve kind of… shit. I’ve always had a crush on you. The first time I jerked off, I thought about you.” Guilt danced across his face and he dropped his head onto the pillow, staring up at the ceiling. “I know it’s wrong, but I couldn’t help it.”
My hold loosened on his cock and I sighed. I couldn’t ignore the part of me that twisted in excitement at the knowledge that he’d come to the thought of me, but then there was the part that didn’t know what to make of it. Now wasn’t the time, though.
“You’re not a bad person, Boy.” I jerked him off slowly, watching the guilt slip away as desire replaced it. “You’re a man with natural impulses.”
Want burned deep inside me, and my own desire pushed at my pants, still begging, still being ignored. I leaned down and kissed the tip of his hard-on, watching it jump under my attention, and then took him into my mouth. I laved him slowly, the tip of my tongue tracing the veins in his thick flesh, and then sucked him in. With one hand, I grabbed the base of his cock and stroked his balls with my other.
He moaned, his head thrown back and his body arched. “Fuck, West.” I slapped his thigh hard enough to make him hiss, and he quickly recovered. “Sorry, Daddy.”
I sucked him into the back of my mouth and rolled his balls in my hand, tugging them gently. He tasted bitter, but having a heavy cock on my tongue made my belly warm, and the months of loneliness seemed to slip away into oblivion. He hit the back of my throat, and I swallowed until he was past the point of my discomfort and lodged deep.
“Oh God, Daddy, I’m so sorry. I can’t. I can’t—”
Shane moaned low and deep, and his muscles stiffened beneath my touch. I pulled out enough to get what I wanted and wasn’t disappointed when a spurt of warm cum coated my tongue. He blasted a few more times and I swallowed it all down. He shuddered and slumped, boneless, on the bed. Kissing the tip of his deflating cock, I sat back on my knees and smiled.
“How was that, Boy?”
“So good.” He groaned, peeking at me from beneath hooded eyelids. “Can I help you with that, Daddy?” Lazily, he pointed at the hardness trapped in my jeans. I shook my head and reached down to unbutton and unzip my fly. I shoved the pants around my thighs, along with my underwear, and yanked on myself. It didn’t take many strokes before my cock jerked in my hand and cum rocketed from me, covering Shane’s half-hard erection and his stomach. I leaned forward and rubbed it into his skin, just like I’d done for—no. I wasn’t going to think about that.
He whimpered and his groin strained. Laughing, I patted him gently. “That’ll do, Boy. That’ll do.”
“Did you just quote Babe to my dick?” His eyebrows rose so high, they almost reached his hairline.
I snorted in amusement. When Shane first came to live with us, Carter and I sat him down to watch the movie about a pig and a farmer. It’d always been one of Carter’s favorites. “Yes, yes I did.”
“He says pig, not boy.”
“Does he?” I teased.
“Bad, Daddy.”
I fell onto the bed next to him as we both laughed, and we kept going until my stomach hurt. For a short minute, the world around us evaporated.
Chapter 7
Shane
My eyes were closed, and that wasn’t unusual for me lately, but my muscles felt extra awful, and the sheets under my cheek were softer and nicer than usual and smelled like rich, musky man. I took a deep whiff and rolled my face down so I could get a better lungful of that gut-clenching aroma. There was a very light clacking going on nearby, and the bed was dipped, like there was someone on it near me. Memories came rushing back to the front of my mind and I sighed, burying my face harder against the bed, pressing until I had trouble breathing.
“You’re awake,” West said lightly, his voice a low scrape through the spiraling panic in my mind—not a question, just him quietly letting me know he’d caught me.
“I guess.” I stretched and bumped him. He chuckled, and I groaned as the stiffness in my body made itself known. Every bit of me was rough from the way I’d gone so hard today, in so many different ways. Even my brain felt bent and out of shape.
“You doing all right?” I stilled. West had called me his boy. Was I expected to call him daddy all the time now? How would I know when that was okay? My heart chugged so fast that I felt like my chest was vibrating. My face scorched and seemed like it might be glowing, so I stayed put with it hidden against the bed and didn’t look around.
“Maybe. Um….”
“It’s all good.”
Light fingers played along the back of my head, ruffling through my hair. I pressed into the touch like a cat and then rolled to my side and shoved up onto my elbow to stare at him. He sat with his back against the headboard, his long legs crossed, and his laptop plopped there. He had those glasses back on his nose and seemed every bit as comfortable working right beside me as he would have been in his office. He acted almost like it was normal to blow someone’s mind and force a load out of them, and then just get back to work.
I wasn’t sure why his ease with our situation made me squirmy inside—maybe this isn’t the first time he’s done something like that—but it did. He seemed perfectly fine, and I felt like the entire world had been lifted and sat back down about six feet to the left of where it started.
I licked my lips, and the clacking on the keyboard stopped as he cocked his head to the side to study me. His eyes seemed darker, nearly evil, in an oh my God I want to fuck that supervillain way. How had I never guessed what he might think was fun in the sack? Never in a quadrillion years did I jerk off and come on myself while thinking about West spanking my ass, but that burn from his hand connecting with my skin had been the most epic fucking thing to ever happen in my life. The way he’d made me shoot…. He hadn’t even put his dick in me and it was that good. I let out a shaky breath. What would actual fucking be like?
“West?”