Page 22 of Forever Ink

Kissing me to silence my rant, Simon then pulled back. “I promise, baby bear. I’ll show you what I’ve done. But I didn’t bring you here to talk about past kisses.”

I tipped my head, smirking. “No? What did you bring me here for?”

I gasped when Simon’s large hand moved to my arse, giving it a firm squeeze before he lifted me off his lap. I was about to protest until I saw him opening his backpack and pulling out a blanket, a thermos and what looked like a wrapped pile of sandwiches.

“How did you get this all organised? I’ve been with you since we got to your dad’s.” I moved to help Simon smooth out the thick blanket over the moss. The ground was mostly free from snow, thanks to what was left of the roof.

“While we were putting our stuff away in my room dad got this organised. There’s hot chocolate in the thermos, and the sandwiches are egg and mayo.” My stomach growled even though I’d eaten the apple a short while ago. Simon’s lips twitched at the sound.

I sat down on the rug, leaning against Simon as he handed me a sandwich and a tin cup full of hot chocolate.

“So, a woodland picnic, hmm? You got more surprises in that bag of yours, Daddy?” I took a sip of my hot chocolate as Simon shook his head, smiling.

“No that was it. I just thought it would be nice to show you this place.” Simon lay back on the plaid rug, using the backpack as a pillow. I smiled to myself, thinking that Simon was not the only one with a surprise up his sleeve.

“Okay, what was that look for?” Simon rolled to his side, looking at me.

I shrugged, smiling. “I don’t know what look I had. I can’t see my face.”

“It’s the same look you got when you found that fancy underwear place and ordered all those silkies to surprise me with.” Simon lay his head back on the backpack, smiling.

“That was a fun surprise.” I felt a flush of heat rise, remembering Simon’s reaction to the lace boy shorts I had greeted him at the door wearing.

“So, you’re not going to tell me?” Simon persisted.

“Not hiding anything, Daddy bear.” I set my cup aside and straddled Simon’s thighs, bending down to kiss him. What may have started as a distraction technique soon had us both panting and grinding against one another.

“How alone are we?” I groaned, rubbing myself against Simon’s growing erection.

“Just us and the squirrels, baby bear, what are you planning?” Simon let out a low growl as I bit down gently on his neck then licked the skin. Instead of answering I moved lower, pushing his shirt and undershirt out of my way so I could taste his skin.

Flesh exposed, I focused on one of Simon’s nipples, playing with the hoop that pierced it knowing that made Simon groan especially loud. I wanted mine done but didn’t like the idea of having to wait so long for them to heal, so instead I got to play with Simon’s. I tugged gently on it with my teeth, then licked over the skin. I worked both nipples with a focus I generally showed learning a new song.

“Fuck, baby bear, you’re so good to me.” Simon’s voice was a deep, pleased rumble and it only added to my own arousal. I loved making Simon feel good. It was under his love and guidance I was learning to become more confident in my life. I was still shy and prone to fits of giggles when we talked about sexy stuff, but Simon never made fun of me—well not in a bad way—although he seemed to enjoy seeing how red he could make me go. I pulled Simon’s shirts back down as I moved my head lower, not wanting him to get cold. Though out of the wind, it was still chilly in our small hideaway.

I mouthed at his denim covered crotch. Lifting my head, I gave him a wink. “Too many clothes.”

At Simon’s huffed laugh I quickly unbuckled his belt then undid his jeans, but struck a snag trying to pull them down. “Going to have to help out here, Daddy,” I huffed, tapping his jean clad thighs. “Lift ’em, Daddy bear.”

“Such a bossy boy,” Simon tutted, but lifted his hips for me anyway. Manhandling his jeans, I managed to shove them and Simon’s underwear down enough that I had access to what I wanted, and I quickly lowered my lips to kiss the crown of Simon’s cock. I had discovered giving Simon blowjobs was one of my favourite things. I could spend hours worshipping his cock, to a point that Simon had suggested that we explore cockwarming. The name gave me the giggles when I imagined putting a scarf and jumper on Simon’s dick to keep it warm, maybe even a weenie beanie. I had to stop myself laughing at the thought. I was getting lost in my own head again, and I had a dick in front of me just begging for my mouth.

I gripped Simon’s thighs and lowered my head, mouthing at Simon’s cock before I swallowed him, the flavour of him filling my senses. I ran my tongue around the head, tasting him before taking him deeper until I felt the head of his cock nudge the back of my throat. Simon’s hands came up to card through my hair, to guide me gently as I took him as far back as I could without choking.

My lips and tongue caressed Simon’s silky length and I worked him slowly, not wanting to rush. I gripped his shaft, pumping slowly as I worked him with my mouth, his deep rumbling moans of approval spiking my own arousal.

Part of me couldn’t believe I was out here in the middle of the woods on my hands and knees giving my Daddy what I hoped was a spectacular blow job. The only other sounds apart from Simon’s breathing and the wet slick sounds I made as I took him deeply into my mouth were the rustling of the wind through the trees. I sped my movements up, moving the fingers of my other hand to creep under Simon’s shirt and traced my finger over one of his nipple rings. I tugged on it gently as I took Simon deeper into my throat. The urge to gag passed quickly as I lost myself in the sensation of his skin and smell. It didn’t take long before Simon was lifting his hips, his hands tugging gently on my hair as he took control and chased his release.

Simon’s belly tensed and soon my mouth was flooded with the taste of him. I swallowed and hummed around his softening length.

I’d barely had time to catch my breath before he was hauling me up into his arms kissing me. He licked into my mouth, no doubt tasting himself, and I clung tighter to him as he sucked on my tongue greedily. I ground down on Simon’s crotch, wishing he was hard again and inside me, whimpering when Simon deftly unbuttoned my jeans with one hand, his other cradling my head as he continued to kiss me and explore my mouth, my lips tingling with the brush of his soft beard. Simon’s hand was around my length stroking me, those strong fingers milking me in the way only he could. My hips thrust unevenly as I tried to chase Simon’s touch.

“That’s it, baby bear, come for Daddy,” Simon growled possessively against my lips.

“Daddy.” I chanted his name again and again before my orgasm crashed down on me like a freight train.

I collapsed on top of Simon, my brain shutting down for a few minutes—blissed out on Simon, so to speak. I felt him move me off him, and the cool touch of what could only be wet wipes against my skin.

Snorting, I opened my eyes to see Simon cleaning my cock and his hand. “Always prepared, Daddy.”

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