Page 30 of Forever Ink

Moving my lips down his body I stopped at his panties. Pressing my nose to the lace, I inhaled deeply. “God you smell good.” I hooked my fingers into the lace and pulled the panties down leaving Rhys’s cock exposed. I swiftly drew them down his legs and behind me, earning a muffled laugh from Rhys.

“On your hands and knees, boy,” I growled as I sat back on my heels. Rhys moved with speed and a cheeky grin. He bowed down, resting his head on his hands while his soft round bottom made a tasty sight. Without much prompting I lunged forward and spread his cheeks apart, licking him from his balls to his hole with a ravenous hunger. Rhys gave a throaty moan which turned into needy whimpers as I licked and teased his rim, stabbing with my tongue at the soft ring of muscle until it yielded to my intrusion.

It didn’t take long for his rim to become puffy and slick, nearly ready to take my cock. Reluctantly I pulled away, heedless of Rhys’s whine of complaint. Sitting back, I took a look at my work. I couldn’t wait to be buried inside his tight heat.

“Daddy, hurry, I’m needy.” Rhys whimpered softly into his arms. I gave his bottom a slap over the fading bruises from his spanking, and the moan my boy made had me considering erotic spankings as part of our play. Another slap to the other cheek, and the guttural sound that came from Rhys was fucking music to my ears.

“Yesss, Daddy.” Rhys rocked on his knees, and I couldn’t let my boy go without now, could I? The next few slaps were harder, alternating between each cheek.

“Oh fuck, this feels so different to spanking,” Rhys gasped after a particularly strong slap landed on his warm flesh, “but I really like it.”

“That’s good, baby. I enjoy it a lot.” I dropped my body over Rhys so he could feel the hardness of my cock against his tender bottom. I pushed his curls back and kissed his cheek before I sat back. I needed to be inside my boy now, but first I needed to find where I hid the lube. I nearly fell off the bed in my rush to find it and I heard a soft snort of laughter come from the bed. Shooting a look over my shoulder I saw Rhys was grinning at me.

“Not a word, Rhee, or you’ll be on restrictions for the week.” I laughed, grabbing the lube. Rhee made the motion of zipping his lips, but I could still see the mirth in his eyes.

The lube bounced onto the bed where I threw it, and I climbed back onto the bed grabbing Rhee by his hips and pulling him to me. “Spread yourself for me baby boy. Let me see that hole.”

Rhys reached back and grabbed the globes of his arse, hissing as his fingers dug into his tender skin. It was a fucking beautiful sight. I drizzled a generous amount of lube over Rhys’s hole and my fingers before I started to tease his rim, I let the tip of my finger sink into him.

“Are you going to be good for Daddy and let me stretch you out so I can sink into that perfect hole?” I growled, fucking into him with a second finger and smoothing the lube around his walls as I did so.

“Yes Daddy, want to be good, want you inside of me.” Rhys’s back bowed when I pushed a third finger inside of him. Tonight, I wanted him nice and loose. I wasn’t going to go easy on his arse once I was finally buried in him.

I moved my fingers, massaging his walls, opening him up, and gently teasing his prostate until he was rocking back to meet my fingers, his breath coming out in short pants.

Withdrawing my fingers slowly I moved up behind him, resting the crown of my cock against his rim, once again glad we’d gotten ourselves tested. Being bare inside my boy was one of life’s greatest gifts, and I was going to ruin that arse tonight.

“You ready for me, Rhee?” Rhys nodded his head rapidly, his curls bouncing as he panted out his consent.

With no further fanfare, I pushed into him in one smooth stroke. Rhys bucked under my hands, mewling as I filled his channel. His skin quivered under my hands as I slid my palms down his sides to rest on his hips. Drawing back slowly I pushed in again, this time faster, with enough force that the bed rocked against the wall.

Leaning over I mouthed at Rhys’s skin, licking the beads of perspiration that were already appearing. I changed my pace, drawing my strokes out slowly then speeding up again. Rhys was singing for me now, both metaphorically and literally, singing chants of daddy, yes. With the way my sweet boy was milking my cock, I didn’t think I was going to last much longer.

Sliding my palm up to Rhys’s chest I pulled him upright against mine. The angle meant I could nail his prostate and have him howling. I felt the steady drawing pressure of my orgasm building, but I wanted Rhys to come with me.

“Do you want to come for Daddy, baby boy?”

“Gods yes, I need it Daddy.”

“Can you come from just my cock, or do you need Daddy to help you?” The hand I had on his chest moved to cup his throat, the other I slid down his belly, not quite touching his cock, waiting for his answer.

Rhys hand came to rest over mine, tangling our fingers over his groin. “Like this, Daddy. I want it like this… make me come.”

I grunted against his neck as I sped up my thrusts, pulling Rhys tighter against me. His muscles clamped down on me and his back arched against me as he came.

I held him tightly against me and drove up into him, chasing my own orgasm, which came over me like a surging wave. The sound of our bodies coming together filled the room, making me thankful my room was the furthest from where everyone else slept. Mind you, I was pretty sure I would still catch shit from Mouse in the morning. My brother had a bat’s hearing, I swore. I collapsed, wrung out and come drunk bringing Rhys with me as I fell onto the bed, rolling myself and him so we avoided the mess of cum that covered the duvet.

“Probably should have taken that off before we got carried away,” Rhys murmured sleepily in my arms.

I smoothed his sweaty hair back, planting a kiss on his cheek. “Easy fix, just going to lay here for a minute until I get feeling back in my legs.”

“I’m not moving. Well, I will, but only to get under the covers.” Rhys wiggled back against me seeking my warmth. Now we were laying still, I could feel the chill of the room. With a groan I sat up looking for my jeans. “I’ll get us a cloth to clean up, then bed for you.”

Rhys smiled around a yawn. “Yeah, I’m pooped. But totally worth it.”

I made quick work of slipping on my jeans and getting down the hall to the bathroom and returning. Rhys was still curled up on his side, thumb in mouth, looking close to sleep. Somehow his bears had made it up onto the bed as well.

I wiped away the mix of sweat, come and lube from Rhys and managed to manhandle him and his bears into bed. “Love you daddy,” Rhys murmured as I crawled into bed behind him.

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