I’m speechless. I really had no idea…
“I guess you hid it pretty well, then.” I clasp his arms in my hands to unfold them, my fingers sliding down to his. Lifting his hands, I place them on my chest, the feel of his warm palms tightening my nipples. “What am I supposed to do with you now?”
He tugs his lower lip with his teeth. “There’s a lot you could do…”
“Mm…” The hum slides up my throat as I watch his mouth, before my eyes drift down to what he’s wearing. “That apron really is ridiculous.”
He lets out a boom of a laugh that squeezes my chest. He looks so beautiful when he’s smiling, cheeks flushed, perfectly straight white teeth… He’s really fucking pretty. Adorable and sexy in his sheer gorgeousness. And he has a great laugh.
All these things I’m noticing… It’s like a revelation. Not only am I finding myself so magnetically attracted to a man, but he’s also my kid. And for the first time in the last two days, the taboo of this notion isn’t making me want to run and hide…
It’s making me hard as fucking stone.
“Don’t distract the chef while he’s working.” He gives me a scolding tone, though he’s grinning up a storm, dazzling me as he does.
He shifts and reaches over to the pie filling in the bowl, swiping his finger into it. Then he holds it up to my lips.
“Taste,” he rasps, almost pleading with his eyes and that sultry voice, like sex for my ears.
Wrapping my lips around his finger, I suck the flavor off, sweet and tart blueberry bursting on my tongue. Even after it’s gone, I keep sucking, holding his gaze. His pupils dilate, lips parted as an eager breath rushes from him.
Hips surging forward to grind into his, I remove his finger from my mouth and reach behind him to take some filling on my own finger. My larger body is draped over his, pressing him into the counter while I give him my fingertip to suck, and he does, greedily. Reminding me of last night, when we both lapped up his cum from the same fingers.
I’m going out of my goddamn mind.
Jesse sucks my finger thoroughly, whimpering as he goes until I tug it back, immediately grasping his jaw and pulling his lips to mine. In this moment, I can’t not kiss him. I’m not sure anything could keep me from licking in his delicious mouth, giving him my tongue and groaning when he flicks it with his, lazy in his lustful strokes.
We’re swallowing each other up, moving together, breathing together, sucking and biting and tasting and just bursting into flames with our mouths working hungrily.
“You’re so fucking sexy, baby,” I purr to him, reaching behind him to untie the apron. “I don’t know where you came from… But you’re just so damn tasty. I want to eat you the fuck up.”
A rugged moan quivers his lips beneath mine. “I’m here, James. Devour me.”
Humming a sound of pure carnal starvation, I suck his lip once more, before letting it go with a snap, yanking the apron up over his head. I toss it onto the floor, then slip my fingers into the waistband of his boxers, tugging them down slowly, kneeling as I do.
Jesse’s face is priceless. His eyes are wide, shining with anticipation as he steps out of his underwear, leaving him naked and standing above me like the beautiful treat he is. My eyes land on his erection, right in front of my face, stretching long and thick, up to his navel.
I never thought I would look at a dick in such severe appreciation, but I am right now. His is perfect.
Proportionate, pale complexion only slightly darker than that of the rest of him, a blush pink crown atop his many inches, like a piece of candy waiting to be sucked. I can’t believe how blessed he is… I mean, I’m big, I know that. But I’m also a much larger man than him. He’s packin’ heat, and it’s fully hypnotizing.
“My eyes are up here,” he teases, and when I give him a little scowl, he chomps onto his bottom lip, awaiting some sort of punishment for that snarky comment.
Maybe that’s what he likes… Or maybe it’s what he wants from me.
His Daddy.
God, that’s so weird and creepy, but also somehow hot as fuck.
I think I have issues.
But there’ll be plenty of time to unpack my problems later. For right now, I want to try this out…
Grasping his erection, I aim it toward my lips. Then I extend my tongue, fluttering it over that swollen pink tip.
“Goddamn…” he gasps, head instantly lolling back.
I smirk. Okay… he likes that.
So, I do it again, this time curling my tongue around it, licking and licking until I can see him trembling before my eyes. I lap some lines up and down his solid flesh, and as he’s crumbling into the counter behind him, I clutch his balls with my fingers and grip them tight.
A whine bursts from his lips as he flinches, peering down at me with wonder in his eyes. He doesn’t even need to speak… I know what he’s thinking.
He likes a little bit of hurt.
“Don’t forget who’s in control here, sweet thing,” I murmur at him, squeezing his sac harder while sucking the head of his cock into my mouth.
“Holy fuck… yes,” he cries quietly. “You are. You’re in control.”
I hum on his erection, sucking him deeper. I have no idea how to suck a dick. I’ve obviously never done it before. But I’ve gotten enough blowjobs to understand the premise. And while I never even imagined myself performing one, I think I get the hang of it pretty quickly.
Relaxing my jaw, I suck him hard, hollowing my cheeks while pumping him in and out of my mouth. When I allow his long dick to drift further, the tip nudges the back of my throat and I fight a gag. Jesse groans, his fingers sliding along my jaw as I keep going, ignoring the urge to gag again and again to take him deeper into my throat.
Fuck, this is hot. And the notion of me, on my knees in the kitchen, sucking his dick has me going out of my mind with how forbidden it is. It jacks up the heat in my loins until my cock is leaking, begging and pleading for some attention of its own.
But I’m focused on Jesse. I want to get him off with my mouth, the way he did to me the other night. I want to suck him so good he has no choice but to pour his entire orgasm into my mouth like a reward.
My fingers massage his nuts, tenderly, yet occasionally bordering on harsh, which he seems to love. His knees are wobbling as he struggles to keep himself upright, resting his weight on the counter while I bob in front of him. I’m in a fucking daze, lost in my movements, barely even aware of my surroundings as I fuck him with my mouth, using my lips and my tongue to really work him over. I’ve taken to this process surprisingly quick, gulping him back like it’s my job, not just a job.
My jaw is numb, and spit is flowing from the corners of my mouth, but I don’t even care. I want to taste him. I want him to…
“Come!” He gasps, fingers twisting in my hair. “I’m fucking coming… holy oh my God…”
He’s rambling nonsense as his dick swells up and pulses, streams of his salty flavor hitting my tongue. I swallow it as it continues to pour, filling my mouth until I’m almost overflowing. But I fucking love it.
Jesus, I love this. Who knew?
When I finally pull off of him, my head is spinning. And clearly, I’m not the only one. Jesse can barely breathe, sputtering as I stand up on shaky legs, my twitching fingers sliding through all the sinews in his abs and chest.