Page 29 of Forever Ink

Rhys dropped his hand and gave me a coy look.

“You’re wearing too much clothing baby, strip for me. Give Daddy a show.” I leaned back against the door and watched my boy slowly take of his clothes. His t-shirt came off first. I licked my lips at the sight of his smooth pale skin with just the faintest dusting of hair on his chest, his tattoo standing in proud proclamation of who he was to me. I couldn’t wait to be the one to tattoo him next.

Rhys flashed me a grin and slid his hands to his hips, slowly pushing down his jeans. What he had hidden underneath made my breath catch as he pushed them to his feet then kicked them away.

“Those are new,” I managed to say, my eyes focused on the baby blue lace boy shorts that barely covered his arse. “Is this why you disappeared earlier when we got home?”

“Yeah, had a quick wash up and slipped these on. Do you like them?” Rhys brought his hands down to his hips stroking the lace and satin.

“Very, very much, baby bear. Leave them on,” I said, pulling my t-shirt over my head and kicking my shoes off before I stalked towards him until we were standing against one another. Rhys’s head barely reached my shoulders. He might be small, but he fit perfectly against me.

Bringing my hand up I cupped his cheek, and he turned his face to kiss my palm. “Daddy, I want to taste you.”

“Do you want Daddy’s cock to suck on?”

“I do. I’ve been good, and you said I deserve a reward.” Rhys tilted his head up to me smiling sweetly. He couldn’t hide the faint blush that covered his cheeks. Talking so openly about sex still made my baby boy squirm and go a delightful shade of red.

“On your knees, baby. Show Daddy how much you want him.” I gently guided Rhys down to his knees and waited to see what he would do. He looked up and flashed me a wicked grin before undoing the belt I was wearing. My jeans buttons followed next, and I grinned at the haste with which my boy was working.

“Eager to get your lips around me, baby?”

“You have no idea, Daddy.” Rhys gave me a saucy wink before pushing my jeans and boxers down to my ankles. I stepped out of them and kicked them behind me. Rhys sat back on his heels looking at me expectantly, his lips already glossy.

“Open up boy. Daddy wants to get his cock sucked,” I growled, relishing the look of arousal that flared in Rhys’s eyes.

Rhys parted his lips and poked out his sweet little tongue, eager for a taste of me. I rested my cock head on his lips. “We’re going to start off slow little one, but I promise it won’t stay that way.”

Rhys didn’t answer. Instead, he closed his lips around the head of my cock and sucked gently. I groaned deeply as he flicked his tongue against the slit. He used that sweet little tongue to drive me wild, but I wasn’t going to let him get the better of me. I tugged gently on his hair, tipping his head back, then slowly thrust deeper into his mouth. That wet warmth pulled another groan from my chest. Rhys, my cheeky, wonderful boy, opened his throat more allowing me to slide deeper, his tongue working along my length, getting me good and wet.

“Hands on my hips, baby.” Rhys did as he was told, all the while stroking my cock with his tongue. I didn’t want to come yet, though—I was saving that for when I was buried in the tight heat of my baby’s arse—but Rhys’s mouth was a delight that just kept on giving, and I was not going to deny myself that pleasure.

I pulled my cock out until just the head rested on Rhys’s lips. My greedy boy chased it with his tongue, the feather light touches nearly driving me to come.

“Uh uh, baby boy. Who’s in charge here?” Rhys’s eyes fluttered open, and his lips pressed against the crown of my cock.

“You, daddy bear.”

“That’s right. Now open and let Daddy in.” As I slid my length back into Rhys’s waiting mouth, I let out a satisfied groan. Moving slowly I gripped Rhys’s head in my hands. His eyes had shut again. “Open your eyes, baby boy, and look at me.”

Rhys opened his eyes, and they were nearly my undoing, I swore I could see every ounce of his love in them, and I just about came on the spot. Pulling my cock from his mouth, I lifted him and carried him to our bed.

“Change of plans, baby. Daddy needs you very much right now.”

I shivered as Rhys lightly touched my face and smiled. “I’m here, Daddy, and I need you very much as well.” I laid him out gently on the bed and moved over him. He was beautiful spread out beneath me, his slim but muscular legs parting to make space for me. I dipped my head down to kiss his throat, Rhys needing no prompting to tip his head back baring his throat to me so I could nip and nuzzle at the soft pale expanse of skin. He bruised easily— it only took the lightest of sucks to bring up a beautiful mark, and luckily for me Rhys loved being marked up as much as I loved doing it.

Once satisfied with his neck I moved lower to his chest, taking my time to kiss around and over his tattoo. I looked up and Rhys’s eyes were closed, his lips parted in a soft smile.

I brushed my fingers lightly over his nipple and he arched up under my touch. “You like that, baby?”

“You know I do, Daddy.” Rhys let out a breathless laugh.

“If you can still speak clearly, I’m doing something wrong,” I mumbled against Rhys’s chest, zeroing in on one of his pert nipples, I teased the perfect pink nub with my tongue before I bit down gently.

Rhys reacted instantly, rocking up against me. “Daddy, do that again and I might come before it’s begun.”

Reaching down I cupped his balls and the base of his cock through the lacy material of his shorts “Don’t even think about it, baby boy. No coming until I’m inside of you.” I felt his cock throb in reaction.

I fastened my mouth around his nipple again and alternated between sucking and biting at the tender flesh. I paid the other nipple just as much attention and Rhys’s breaths were coming out short and ragged.

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