Page 46 of Step Daddy

Kit closed his eyes as he tightly laced his fingers together again, then exhaled slowly. He could do this. He could allow himself to be cherished. He lifted his lids and was met with Gareth’s fond expression, his mouth curled into a soft smile. Kit locked eyes with him and parted his lips.

His first bite was barely more than a nibble. He was so self-conscious about looking goofy beneath Gareth’s intense stare, that he’d only opened his mouth a fraction. Without commenting, Gareth took an enormous chunk out of the same piece he’d offered Kit and chomped away while still holding Kit’s gaze.

Kit’s heart fluttered. Not only was Gareth giving him the sandwich, they were sharing from the same piece. The experience took on another layer of intimacy he hadn’t expected.

Gareth swallowed then held up the sandwich to Kit’s mouth again. “Come on, baby. You can do better than that for me.”

For Daddy.

Kit opened his mouth wider this time, and while he didn’t take as big a bite as Gareth, it was a much healthier amount than before. He made sure to keep his mouth closed while he chewed and never took his eyes off Daddy. Gareth smiled then set down the half-consumed section. He picked up a napkin then dabbed at the corners of Kit’s lips.

“That’s my good boy. Eating the lunch Daddy prepared just for him.”

By the time Gareth had put down the napkin and was taking his own bite of sandwich, Kit was fully hard. He wriggled on Gareth’s lap.

Gareth shook the final piece of the sandwich in front of Kit’s mouth. “You have to finish your lunch before you get dessert.”

Kit didn’t hesitate this time before taking a big bite. Food was rapidly losing its appeal the hornier he got.

“How about some carrots and apples before we start on the next section?”

Kit’s erection of steel was pressing uncomfortably against the zipper of his jeans. “Uh-huh. Carrots and apples. Sounds good.”

Gareth’s eyebrows shot up and he snorted. “You had a fairly decent workout. Aren’t you ravenous?”

Oh, he was ravenous all right. Just not for fruits and vegetables.

Kit squirmed against Gareth’s bulge that had suddenly become rather obvious. Gareth smacked the side of Kit’s thigh.

“Teasing Daddy isn’t nice. Then you can’t have dessert.”

Kit’s eyes widened. “I’ll behave.”

“Mmm…” Gareth nuzzled Kit’s neck. “I’ll try to behave, too.”

He nipped Kit’s skin and sparks danced up his spine. Kit tipped back his head to allow Gareth more access, all thoughts of food forgotten. Apparently, Daddy had lost interest in lunch as well since he was using one hand to roam beneath Kit’s shirt while he clutched Kit’s hair with the other.

Kit let out a low moan as Gareth scraped his teeth over Kit’s exposed throat, sucking on his skin and adding to the beautiful marks he’d already made on Kit. Something about Gareth marking him this way was reminiscent of how that small strip of leather around his neck had made him feel.

If he could wish for anything, belonging to Gareth would make the top of the list.

“Daddy…”

“Does my baby boy want more?”

Gareth teased his nipples, rubbing and pinching first one then the other. Kit arched his back, grinding his ass against Gareth’s hardness, aching for Gareth’s touch there, ready to give everything to his Daddy.

“Yes, Daddy. Lots more.”

Kit peppered Gareth’s face with kisses, nudging him with his nose so he could get to his lips. Gareth pushed inside Kit’s mouth with his tongue, taking him over and over in a bruising kiss, Kit breathless but never wanting to stop.

Gareth dug into Kit’s hair with his fingers and his other hand drifted to the waistband of Kit’s jeans. His fingers quested beneath the stiff fabric, seeking skin underneath the snug briefs Kit wore. Kit shifted on Gareth’s lap, readjusting himself until he was straddling his Daddy. He rocked his hips as Gareth teased the top of his crack, the maddening promise of what might be, driving Kit crazy.

Gareth drew his hand away and Kit whimpered.

“Don’t stop.” Kit rubbed his cheek against Gareth’s. “I’m ready for more, for more with you.”

“Let me…” Gareth cleared his throat, his voice thick. “I need to get your pants off.”

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