Page 35 of For the Love of a Boy

“That’s it. Take every inch.”

Malcolm thrust gently in and out of Seth’s mouth, allowing him the freedom to lick and suck Malcolm the way he’d been taught. He stroked Seth’s head as he watched his prick disappear past Seth’s lips, then slide almost all the way back out a moment later.

“Take a breath.”

He paused a beat to give Seth the chance to obey, then stuffed his full length into Seth’s mouth, the tip bumping the back of Seth’s throat. The second he swallowed around the head, Malcolm gasped, pulling out and grabbing the base of his own cock.

Too close.

“Get up, baby boy. Let’s get your ass ready so Daddy can give it a good fucking.”

Seth scrambled to his feet, then rushed toward the bed. Malcolm had to grin at how eager his boy was, but he schooled his expression.

“Not the bed. Strip, then bend over the table.”

Seth almost tripped over himself as he stopped his forward momentum. He regarded Malcolm with a questioning gaze.

“You heard me. Do as you’re told.”

While Malcolm removed the rest of his own clothing, he observed as Seth seemed to be immersed in an inner struggle as he did the same. Malcolm made sure to be subtle and not let on that he was keeping an eye on Seth’s movements. The possibility existed that Seth might use his safeword for the first time. Malcolm’s command must’ve seemed abrupt and confusing. They’d only ever made love in bed or on the couch. Malcolm had been mindful not to push Seth too hard or too fast.

But the evening had been a revelation. Grinding with Seth on the dance floor, Seth not only allowing Malcolm to kiss and touch him in public but also reciprocating—all of Seth’s actions told Malcolm his boy was ready for more.

Malcolm had just shed his last piece of clothing when Seth’s sweet, soft voice met his ears.

“Like this, Daddy?”

He turned, almost choking at the magnificent sight of Seth bent over the small table. Seth’s legs were spread wide, his ass on full display as he gripped the edge of the wooden surface.

Malcolm inhaled sharply through his nose. “Just like that.”

At the last minute when he was packing for their trip, he’d decided to bring something extra, something he’d wanted Seth to try for a while. Malcolm sensed his boy was ready. Struggling to tear his gaze from the tempting view, Malcolm made his way to his overnight bag. He dug beneath his clothing, socks and underwear until he found the vinyl pouch he was seeking.

“I don’t think you realize how sexy you are, baby. How fucking hot.”

Malcolm moved behind him and ran his palm from the luscious swell at the bottom of Seth’s ass, along the muscular cheek then slid it up his spine until he’d grasped Seth’s nape. Malcolm kept his fingers wrapped around Seth’s neck, his touch gentle, but firm. He held Seth in place as he dropped the two items he’d pulled from the pouch onto the table. Both objects were in Seth’s sightline. The moment Seth spotted the lube and butt plug—Malcolm knew. His muscles had tightened beneath Malcolm’s grip.

“Daddy…”

Malcolm rubbed his thumb over Seth’s skin. “What, baby?”

“Please.”

Malcolm leaned over Seth, kissing his shoulder as he reached for the slick. He left the silicone, cone-shaped toy where it was so Seth could watch it while Malcolm fucked him from behind.

“I need to fill your ass with my cum first.” Malcolm scraped his teeth along one of the marks he’d left on Seth’s neck at the club. “Unload in you then stuff your hole with the plug, keep my seed inside you all night.”

Seth whimpered, his knuckles going white from gripping the tables edge so hard. “Yes.” He gave a shaky nod. “Fuck me, Daddy. Fill me up.”

Malcolm clamped his teeth on Seth’s shoulder, biting down just hard enough to give him a sharp thrill. Seth threw back his head, his lips parted, eyes closed in an expression of ecstasy. Then Malcolm straightened, taking a moment to appreciate the gift Seth was giving him. Seth’s trust was humbling.

Malcolm ached to be inside him. They’d both already waited so long. The dance floor of the club had been the best foreplay Malcolm had experienced in ages.

After opening the lube, Malcolm squeezed a generous amount of the viscous liquid onto his fingers and along Seth’s ass crack. If he wasn’t so anxious to fuck his boy, he’d play in his ass for a while—tease his hole, finger him, force his tongue past Seth’s rim. Make Seth crazy.

Once Malcolm had spread the slick along Seth’s crease, he pressed his thumb against Seth’s opening. He worked the pad around the wrinkled entrance, softening him up so he could breach him easier. Seth’s breathy moans and the way he pushed back told Malcolm what he’d already guessed. Seth was done waiting.

Malcolm prodded harder and his thumb popped into Seth’s passage. He added his other thumb and massaged the tight ring of muscle to loosen him up even more.

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