Page 41 of Wrecked for the Holidays

Jakob writhed beneath me, and his movement went straight to my dick. As much as I could, I put my wants aside to show Jakob how much I desired, adored, and loved him. When I reached his chest, I suckled softly on one nipple and then the other. Jakob whimpered slightly when I bit too hard, and I immediately soothed the sting with my tongue. I repeated the treatment on the other with a softer nip.

“Papa, Papa, Papa,” Jakob chanted.

He’d raised his hands to my hair, threaded his fingers through, and gripped tightly. The bite of his fingers went straight to my cock, tenting the front of my pants. Thank God I’d had the foresight to grab a shower and a new pair of scrubs before I left the hospital. With a grunt, I moved down his torso until I reached his training pants. With a groan, I nosed along the fabric and mouthed at his hard length beneath it. When I couldn’t hold off any longer, I pulled it aside so I could finally put my mouth on his cock.

The angle wasn’t working because I couldn’t reach his cock the way I wanted. I tossed his legs over my shoulders and swallowed him down my throat. Jakob’s gasp made me chuckle, which had him gasping from the vibrations against his dick.

I snaked one hand under his ass so I could ghost a finger over his hole while I sucked his dick. Jakob’s feet rubbed against my back before finally reaching the floor beside my torso. He thrust his hips forward to fuck my face. I used my free hand to anchor him down when he threatened to buck me off.

“Papa, oh my God, I’m gonna…gonna…” Jakob’s voice trailed off while his balls pulled up tight.

I imagined the familiar tingles were working their way through his body, but Iwasn’t ready for him to come yet. I popped off his dick, and Jakob’s wail of protest fed my ego.

“Shhh, not yet. I’m not finished with you.”

I forgot to grab lube before we started this, so I sucked my forefinger for makeshift lube. Jakob’s dick was flushed dark pink and sticky liquid beaded from his slit. I liked the salty precum, but I encircled the base of his cock to prevent him from popping off.

My mouth watered to taste more of Jakob. Every moan and whimper of his sent me flying high with him. He was so fucking responsive. When I glanced up, his skin had a sheen of sweat as he arched his back at the sensations wracking his body. I eased off his spongy cockhead, traced my tongue along the slight vein that ran on the underside of his shaft, and then laved his balls.

I nuzzled against the crease of his thigh and nibbled along the part I could reach. My hands moved under the globes of his ass and angled him upward. His squeak made me chuckle, which lasted until my tongue traced across his taint and found his pucker.

“Papa! What are you doing?” Jakob’s voice was somehow both strangled and breathy.

“I’m tasting you,” I answered before I laid my tongue flat against him. His shuddery moans had my cock stiff as steel in my pants. “You are fucking delicious.”

Jakob’s guttural sounds cascaded over us as my tongue stabbed at the tight ring of muscles that protected his channel. After that, Jakob’s ability to speak failed him completely. Jakob’s hands crept up to jack his cock until my growls moved his hands away. My tongue fucked his channel while his dick bounced against his stomach.

My tongue teased the nerves around the pink rosebud. Just like his mouth and cock, he tasted so fucking good. The combination of musk and soap was heady and filled my head. This was a man I could taste until the day one of us died. My dick strained against my briefs, and it was only a matter of time before I exploded in my pants. Jakob planted his feet beside me and ground himself against my mouth.

“Baby, you get to come when you say the words I need to hear. Fuck, I want to hear you say them again.”

“Papa, I love you. Gaaah, I…love…you.”

Jakob’s desperation to come was clear, and I redoubled my effortsto fuck his channel with my tongue. When his body clenched, I knew he’d managed to come without a touch to his dick. Ropes of cum streaked across his chest and stomach.

I pushed his limp legs off my shoulders and kneeled between them, shoving my scrubs out of the way and pulling out my cock so I could jack myself. My cock was deep red and painfully hard. I spit into my hand for lube and grasped myself with a firm hand. In just a couple of strokes, my release spilled from me. My eyesight went dark around the edges while stars exploded behind my eyes. My cum mixed and mingled with Jakob’s across his torso. When my muscles loosened enough for me to move, I reached down and massaged our mixed cum into his skin.

Jakob silently watched me. Splayed on his back, he looked like a king lounging and enjoying his subject’s ministrations. It wasn’t an inaccurate description.

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“C’mon, love, let’s get you in the bath,” I said as I ushered him to the tub. Jakob’s confusion was evident on his face, but I pretended not to notice. “I’ll grab the bubble bath for you.”

“Papa, I really, really,reallywanna give you the prezzies I got for you. Can’t I just shower? It’s sooooooo much faster.” Dammit. Why was little Jakob still so logical?

Shit. Shit. Shit.

“That was a rough angle on your legs. If you don’t soak them, you could end up with leg cramps.” I paused to look around before handing Jakob some play items. “And Mr. Octopus needs water every single day.”

Maybe I wasn’t fooling him, but he accepted my offered toys anyway. The sea creature would get his necessary daily dunks, and I could brush my teeth and run downstairs.

I was in and out of the water in less than three minutes. Maybe I wouldn’t pass my mom’s level of clean, but it was good enough. When I left the bathroom, Jakob tried to get out of the tub, but I told him his legs needed at least twenty more minutes of soak time. His grumbling left no doubt that he was ready to get out, but he stayed put like the good boy he was.

After I tossed on sweats, I raced downstairs to get the stowed presents out of the garage. I’d hidden them in plastic bags behind lawn paraphernalia where Jakob would never stumble across them. Three bags might be too much, but dammit, it was his first proper Christmas, and I was allowed to go overboard if I wanted. Since I was his Papa, my opinion was the only one that mattered on the subject.

Thankfully, I’d had the foresight to have all the presents wrapped before I evenleft the stores. The ribbons and wrappings were enough to keep him occupied, and I couldn’t wait to watch him do it like the proud Papa I was.

The timer on my watch said I had two minutes left before I knew Jakob would be out of that tub, so I hastily arranged the presents under the tree as neatly as possible. Realistically, I knew Jakob didn’t care how they were stacked, but I wanted everything to be perfect for my boy. When the bell pinged, I headed upstairs two at a time to get Jakob out of the tub. As predicted, he was about to pop out.

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