Page 39 of Diva Pop

“Let’s finish washing you up. Dinner should be ready in another thirty minutes. You feel like coming out to the dining room tonight?”

Jett poked out his bottom lip. “One more night in the bedroom? Please?” He peeked up at Silas with one eye. “Tomorrow night for sure.”

“That’s fine. I could use one more night of being lazy in bed with you.”

Jett’s brow creased. “Does that mean you want me to leave after the weekend is over? I don’t want to go back to that awful house. I wasn’t that fond of it even before a ruthless killer was blown away in my living room, but now? No way.”

Silas crouched back on the floor again, kneeling on the mat next to the tub. “I can’t imagine why you’d want to go back there ever, either. Do you want to go to a hotel? The truth.”

“No. I want to stay with you. I know I’m sarcastic about a lot of things, but this is me being as direct as I can, all joking aside.” Jett swirled a finger around in the water. “I’m serious about trying with you, and about getting better as a person. Yeah, I’m still worried about a lot of shit, the band, my career and so on. But I’ve come to realize that unless I change my bad behavior, nothing else in my life will get better.”

Jett reached for Silas’ hand, the first time he’d done that. Silas gladly accepted. “I’m ready, Papa. So no, I don’t want to go to a hotel.”

“I don’t want you to go either.”

Silas laced their fingers together then kissed him, a slow, sensual kiss that made him hard and aching. He hadn’t veered into sexual territory with Jett so far, primarily because he was waiting for Jett to signal when he was ready.

As the kiss deepened, Jett reached for Silas’ hand then dragged it under the water to his impressive erection. Apparently, Jett was ready.

Silas cupped Jett’s balls, gently rolling them before grasping his cock and languidly stroking it. Jett moaned into Silas’ mouth, thrusting through the tunnel of Silas’ fist. Silas let go to grab some baby oil and Jett whimpered his protest.

“Hold on, sweetheart. Papa wants to make it better.”

“I have no complaints.”

“You will if my finger goes in dry.”

Jett made an exaggerated gesture at the bath. “I’m in a giant tub of water.”

“It’s not slick water.” He shook his finger at Jett. “Do what Papa says.”

Jett gave him a sly grin. “Okay. I’ll be a good boy.”

He reached below the surface of the water and Silas knew exactly what he was doing.

“Don’t you dare touch that.”

Jett quickly yanked his hand away, water splashing on the floor. “Fuck. You scared me.”

“Sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to.” Silas retrieved the bottle of oil from the medicine cabinet. “But that’s mine to play with. No touching.”

“You have got to be kidding me.” He batted his eyelashes. “Don’t you like to watch? I put on a fantastic show.”

Silas’ rock-hard dick pressed against the restrictive fabric of his jeans, but he needed to control himself. This was about making Jett feel good. relaxing him. He could wait for his turn.”

“I’m sure you do, and I’ll take you up on your offer one day. But for now, Papa’s orders.”

Jett poked out his bottom lip. “Okay. Your loss.”

Silas kneeled down on the mat again. “Not even close. Milking you will be my reward.”

Jett’s eyes widened. “I’ll shut up now. Carry on.”

After taking his time kissing Jett until he was writhing in the water and his whimpers growing louder and louder, Silas stopped to squirt some oil onto his fingers. He needed to do it a few times to get the proper lubrication for what he was doing. But he wanted Jett to experience the soothing heat of the water in combination with a long, drawn-out orgasm.

“Close your eyes, baby, and relax against the towel again. Don’t think. Feel. Focus on what I’m doing to your body and nothing else. Bend your knees for me.”

Jett licked his lips, following Silas’ orders. Silas quested beneath Jett’s sac, searching between his cheeks for his hole. He found his target, flicking his finger over the tight, wrinkled opening. Holding in a groan, he continued to play with Jett’s rim for a bit.

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