Page 83 of Whistle

I nodded once, and he moved swiftly, grabbing hold of me and pushing me up the wall. I tried to wrap my legs around his torso, but he kept lifting until my legs draped over his shoulders and his warm, wet mouth closed over my dick.

Gasping, I arched back, shoulders knocking into the wall. His fingers dug into the bare skin of my ass as he licked and mouthed at my weeping dick through the lace of the thong. I groaned and pushed closer as he kissed and sucked, the fabric quickly growing drenched. The lace was delicate and soft. The short, rough hair of his beard would catch on it and tug, further teasing my already super-sensitized skin.

“You are so beautiful,” he rasped, lifting me a bit higher and burying his nose in the crease where my leg and groin met. “So goddamn beautiful.”

He inhaled deep, lightly scratching his scruff along my skin while kissing and licking every inch he could reach. Trembling, I grabbed at his short hair, rubbing over the back of his head and pulling him closer.

Those words were nice. Who wouldn’t want to hear them? But it wasn’t what he’d just said but the way he worshipped me, the way he made me believe those words. I’d never felt so seen… and it was a view he liked.

I will fall for you. I will fall and never get back up.

His teeth closed over one of the straps and peeled it to the side, nosing under the edge of the lace. Desperate, I reached between us, yanking the fabric aside and letting my dick free. He licked over the tip, then sucked it into his mouth, and I collapsed against the wall, thighs squeezing his head.

God, his mouth was sinful, and he was not shy. He licked and sucked every inch from my balls to the base of my cock to the shaved skin above it.

When he pulled back, his cheeks were stained pink and his beard was wet from the effort. Even though I felt his arms trembling, he held me high, setting his sights on the piercing. His tongue dipped inside my navel, swirling around before closing over the diamond stud and sucking. Tingles shot through me, and my stomach clenched as sparks of pain shot down into my balls.

“This is mine,” he demanded. “I’m gonna come all over it. Mark it.”

I whined, clenching my thighs even tighter around him.

He lowered me to my feet and pushed my chest into the wall, pinning me there with a firm hand. “Present your ass to me.”

I arched my back, offering up a clear view, and he hummed with pleasure. Hooking a finger beneath the waistband of the lingerie, he tugged it up and then let it go.

Snap! The band smacked into my skin, the sting of pain making me cry out and ask for more.

His grunt filled the room, his satisfaction heady, and I preened knowing I pleased him. One thick finger pushed into my crack, making my eyelids flutter with sweet anticipation. His finger hooked once more into the strap snug between my cheeks, and I held my breath. Waiting. Hoping.

Snap! I gasped, the sting against my hole making me clench.

My knees buckled, and he picked me up.

“Daddy,” I whispered, looping my arms around his neck and burying my face.

His body went rigid, and then his hand was in my hair, yanking my face back. “What did you just call me?”

My lips rolled in. I hadn’t meant to say it, but the instinct had been impossible to deny. Tears filled my eyes, but I battled them back. If I’d been stripped bare before, now I was utterly see-through.

My most guarded desire, the thing I gave up hope of ever finding. Just because he felt like a daddy to me didn’t mean he was. Or that he wanted to be called that. And with our age gap… it might make him uncomfortable.

“Goldilocks,” he cajoled, the softness in his voice making my lip wobble. “Hey,” he purred, brushing my hair away from my face while I looked anywhere but at him. “Can you say it again?”

That got my attention, and I dared a glance at his face, which was flushed but also soft. I chewed my lower lip. “You want me to?”

He grabbed my hand, dragged it down to the bulge in his pants, and held it there.

“Say it,” he cajoled.

“Daddy.”

Beneath my hand, his dick spasmed, and he moaned.

Feeling emboldened, I said, “Kiss me, Daddy.”

Instantly, he was on me, our lips gliding together as our tongues twisted. He pulled me off the wall and started walking, endlessly kissing as we went. I twisted the cord of the whistle around my hand and tugged, pulling him even tighter against my mouth as he carried me up the stairs.

I knew the second we entered his bedroom because his scent intensified. The door slammed behind us when he kicked it closed, and the popping sounds our lips made when he pulled back were audible. He put me down, and I reached for his shirt, peeling it over his body and tossing it aside.

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