“I’m so sorry—”
He grabbed my chin and pressed his lips to mine. His grip on me was firm, but his mouth was warm and soft. I melted against him. The rough texture of his beard dragged against my skin, and as his mouth opened, his tongue pressed gently between my lips.
He released my chin and cupped my cock again. I couldn’t help but let out a little moan. He nipped at my bottom lip and kissed the tip of my nose. “You have the prettiest lips I’ve ever seen.” He stared into my eyes as he slipped his fingers beneath the waistband of my underwear, and his bare hand grasped the length of my cock. “And your hazel eyes. I could get lost in them, sweetheart.”
His words were almost more overwhelming than his touch, and his hand was creating shocks of pleasure that surged through my entire body.
“I love the way your cheeks turn pink when you get embarrassed,” he whispered in my ear as he stroked my cock. “And by the looks of it, your chest goes pink too. You’re fucking gorgeous. You make me so hard.”
His other hand grabbed my wrist and brought my hand to the front of his boxers, where I felt the stiff heat of his cock against the cloth.
That was from me? Did I really arouse him that much?
“Can I touch you?” I asked, even though I was already touching him. “I mean—”
He stopped me with a kiss. “Shhhhh, baby.”
Suddenly, the hand on my cock was gone, and Briggs lifted me up, lowering me onto the bed. He grabbed my underwear and yanked it down. “Fuck. Your cock is just as perfect as the rest of you. Do you have any idea how lucky I feel to have you in my bed?”
The way he was staring at me really made me feel beautiful. He stood at the foot of the bed, looking like the embodiment of a wet dream, and to think, I was the man he wanted.
It didn’t seem real.
He pulled down his underwear, and my mouth went dry. His cock was thick and hard, curving slightly to the left. I wanted to take it in my mouth. No, not just that. I wanted him to ask me to take it in my mouth. I wanted him to take control of this moment the way he took control of our kiss.
When Briggs had asked me what my fantasies were, is that what he’d been talking about?
It was a lot easier to figure out my fantasies when he was naked in front of me.
Instead, he laid on top of me, and that was just as good. The warmth of his body and the smooth heat of his cock sliding against mine made me breathless. I wound my arms around him again, but this time I wasn’t drunk, and his mouth claimed mine with a solid surety that made me weak with longing.
His lips traveled to my neck, and he sucked on my skin.
“Daddy—”
He covered my mouth with his hand. In a way, it felt like a gag. I didn’t realize I wanted a gag until that moment, but it was freeing to know I couldn’t talk, that all I had to do was feel. His grip on my mouth stayed firm as he rested his weight on his left knee and reached for my cock again.
“You feel so good. Look at you with your pretty pink cheeks. I want to make you come, baby.”
I squeezed my eyes shut as he dragged his cock against mine, then grabbed us both, squeezing us together.
I let out a whimper.
He released his hand from my mouth, only to claim my lips with his. His hand slipped down to my ass, and he grabbed my left cheek. His groan as his fingers massaged my flesh made my heart soar. It felt like its own kind of compliment. He liked the way I felt.
I rocked my hips up, eager for more—more of his touch, more of his words. I wasn’t sure if I’d ever have enough of him. And he wanted me back.
I had a Daddy who actually wanted me back.
15
Briggs
This boy. God, this boy was a mix of sweet innocence and naughty neediness. He was so eager for my touch and so ready for me to take control. His innate submissive nature lit a fire inside me I didn’t think I’d ever felt before. His lips tasted of the mint I’d put in his mouth, and his kisses were quickly becoming my own personal aphrodisiac.
He thrust his hips up, seeking the pleasure he understood I’d give him, but I needed him to trust that I knew what he needed. “Baby boy, let Daddy do the work. I want you to relax and be still. Let me explore you.”
“Oh god, Daddy,” he moaned when I pressed his hips to the mattress.
“Shh, shh, shh. You’re okay. Daddy’s got you. Reach up to the headboard and grip the slats. That’s a good boy.”
I pushed myself up onto my knees, my arms holding my weight so I could gaze down at every delectable inch of him. He watched me, his eyes hungry, his hips moving in tiny, barely there gyrations telegraphing his needs clearly.
“Such a pretty boy. How did I get so lucky?”
He closed his eyes as if he didn’t want to hear it or had a hard time believing it. “Sanders, open your gorgeous eyes. Do you understand how beautiful you are?”
I ran my fingertips slowly down his arm, making his whole body shudder. His physical response let me know how touch starved he was.
“I’m a spaghetti noodle.”
That surprised an incredulous chuckle out of me, and I met his gaze, watching as his face turned an even brighter shade of red. “A spaghetti noodle?”
He shrugged, and I shook my head slowly. “No, you’re beautifully slender.” I kissed his ribcage. “Your muscles are defined enough to show your strength but also reflect how delicate you are.” I ran my nose along the side of his neck, my tongue following in its wake. “Your body is perfect for me,” I whispered in his ear before I bit his lobe, eliciting a breathy catch in his throat.
“Do you know why?” I laved his nipple, drawing a whimper from him, and he squirmed underneath me. “Sanders, do you know why?”
“N-no.”
I kissed down the center of his chest to his concave stomach, dipped my tongue into his belly button, and grinned to myself when he whispered, “Oh, fuck.”
“It’s perfect because I can catch and hold you when you run into my arms and climb my body like you did yesterday at the café.” I trailed my tongue over to his hip. “And I can carry you around, which I’m going to need to be able to do if you continue to be my own personal little spider monkey.”
I bit his hip, and he let out a soft cry. “And when we’re in bed”—I kissed my way back to his center, nuzzling the soft curls just above his gorgeous cock, running my hand between his legs to clasp the back of his upper thighs, and pushing up as I rubbed my beard along his inner thighs and inhaled his warm, sweet scent—“I can maneuver you into whatever positions I want you to be in.”
He moaned when I licked his smooth balls and made my way down to his taint. I looked up, his eyes boring into mine with a desperate intensity, desire burning so bright it singed me. I lifted his leg higher as I settled on my stomach between his thighs and kissed one of his firm, round cheeks, his musk a heady scent I would never forget. “It allows me to spread you open.”
I grabbed both of his legs and spread him wide, pulling a cry from his lips that had precum dripping from my cock. “Oh, baby boy. Look how pretty you are.”
I gazed up and saw his teeth biting into his lip, his eyes closed. “Don’t close your eyes. Watch Daddy make you feel good.”