Page 68 of Controlled Burn

He turned on the couch to face me. “What do we have to do tomorrow?”

“We have to go grocery shopping and do your meal prep for the week.”

“Silly Daddy.” He grinned, and then, with no warning at all, he threw his left leg across me and slid up so that he was sitting in my lap facing me. “We do that every Sunday, and I’m not that tired.”

“Oh, you’re not, huh?”

“Nope. I’m not.” He gave a little wiggle, and I grabbed his hips to hold him still.

“Baby boy, if you keep wiggling around like that, we aren’t going to make it to the bedroom.”

“Then I guess we better get moving.” He gave another wiggle.

I stood up, taking him with me. He let out a little yelp and wrapped his legs around my waist and his arms around my neck, and I chuckled. This wasn’t the first time I’d scooped him up like this, and he could act all shocked, but I knew he loved it.

I carried him straight through the house and into the bedroom, and then let him slide to the floor. “Clothes off, now,” I ordered.

He looked up at me from under those long lashes of his and slowly did as I said. First, he removed his shirt. Then he pushed down his pants, revealing a pair of bright blue boxer briefs that clung to his body in an enticing way. I reached out and trailed my finger along the outline of his hard cock.

“Fuck, Rabbit. Look at how hard you already are for me.” I reached out and ran my hands down his sides and around his waist, then I slowly moved my hands back up his body, watching as the goosebumps rose beneath my touch.

“Daddy,” he moaned.

“I love the way that word sounds when you say it.” Lots of boys had called me Daddy over the years, but something about hearing it come from Caleb’s mouth felt different. It felt like more, and it made me feel possessive in a way I never had. “I want you on the bed right now.”

He hurried to do as I asked and got up on the bed, and seeing him laying there all splayed out naked in front of me was like an open invitation I couldn’t resist. I began touching his body, trailing my fingers across his chest and down across his stomach.

He shivered under my touch. Then he looked up at me, giving me a wicked grin. “Someone still has too many clothes on.”

“Oh really? Are you in a hurry, Rabbit?”

He nodded his head.

“Well, that’s a shame because I’m in the mood to take my time with you tonight, and guess who’s in charge?”

“You are Daddy.”

“That’s right. I am.” I stepped away from the bed and slowly removed my clothes. First my shirt, then my pants and my underwear before crawling up on the bed and laying down beside him.

I kissed and touched for what seemed like forever, dragging it out as long as I could. He was so responsive, and fuck, the sounds he made were so needy and desperate as he writhed against me, searching for something I was refusing to give him until I was ready.

I ran my finger down his abdomen to his thigh, making sure I avoided touching his leaking cock, and he gasped, then begged. “Please, Daddy. I need more.”

At that point, I gave in, not just because I loved hearing him beg but because I needed to be even closer to him. To be inside him.

We’d discussed the fact that we’d both been tested and that since neither of us planned on being with anyone else, condoms weren’t necessary, and as I reached for the bottle of lube and poured some into my hand, the idea of sliding into him bare was almost my undoing.

“Open up for me, baby boy.”

He pulled his legs back to give me easy access. I slowly stroked my cock with one hand as I fingered his hole with the other, and he began to moan. “Damn, baby boy, that’s so beautiful. My fingers sliding in and out of you. I could watch you like this all night.”

He whimpered and bucked up against my hand, trying to get me to hurry, but I just let out an evil chuckle. He wanted more, but as bad as I wanted the same thing, I was enjoying torturing him way too much.

“Have you ever tried edging, Rabbit?” I teased as I leaned over and licked the length of him from the base to the tip of his cock. I did it again, and at the same time, I continued to thrust my fingers in and out of his hole. “I think it might be fun.”

He shook his head from side to side as his dick twitched and pre-come leaked from his slit, and he began to beg in earnest. “But, Daddy, please, I can’t… not tonight, please.”

“Shhh, baby boy, I’ve got you. I didn’t mean tonight.” I hooked his legs up over my shoulders and lined up my cock with his hole. He gasped as I pushed through the ring of muscle with one stroke. I’d prepared him well, but I stayed there, buried deep inside him for a minute, giving him time to adjust and time for me to enjoy the sensation of his hot channel tight around my cock.

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