Page 9 of Self Expression

I understood that desperate feeling.

I was in awe of his ability to switch between vulnerable and assertive so effortlessly. I’d been feeling like I was walking a delicate balance between being too forceful and too weak with Lincoln. But I was learning to read him and recognize when he needed me to take charge and when he needed me to let him hold the reins.

This was one of those moments when I was happy to let him go for it. As he moaned over my cock—pulling all the way up to the tip with his velvet tongue and then dropping down again—the only thing I could do was lean back and enjoy it.

When Lincoln drank from me, I was aroused, but I’d had to ignore it because he was a stranger. The offer of milk didn’t have a sexual undertone, at least not a deliberate one. And as a manager at the company, I had to tread lightly. Not just for legal reasons but because I didn’t want to frighten him or make assumptions about his interest.

But now that Lincoln’s interest was abundantly clear, I didn’t have to hold back at all. I threaded my fingers through his hair and gently cupped the back of his neck. I wasn’t holding him in place but grounding him to me, allowing him to move freely while I kept him close.

He was exactly where I wanted—and he needed—to be.

“Fuck, boy. You’ve got excellent suction.”

He lightly dragged his teeth along my cock until he was able to kiss the tip and look up at me. “Sucking is my favorite thing to do. And I love that you give me so many options for it.” He pushed back down, moving his hand underneath my balls and gently rolling them in his fingers while teasing my taint.

“I’m almost there, baby.” I moved my hands to his shoulders and lightly rubbed them. “Are you ready for more of Daddy’s milk?”

He nodded without releasing me and started moving faster over my length. His left hand dropped down to his cock, but I squeezed his shoulder to stop him.

“Not yet, baby. I’ll take care of that after.”

Lincoln whimpered in frustration and wrapped his fist around my cock, meeting each stroke in a fast back-and-forth motion until I was erupting in his mouth, shooting thick cream down his throat.

“Yes, baby. Swallow all of Daddy’s come.” I slowly rocked into him as he sucked down every last drop.

When Lincoln was satisfied he’d finished it all, he kissed my hip and then climbed back into my lap. “Was that good, Daddy?”

“So good.” I kissed his mouth, tasting myself on his tongue as I explored one of my new favorite places. “Such a good boy for Daddy.”

He melted against me, loving the praise. But praise wasn’t all I had in mind for him.

“My turn.” I stood up and shifted positions, lowering him back to the couch. “Let me take care of you too, sweetheart.”

“I’m ready.” His romper was open and the head of his hard cock was peeking out, but I carefully removed his pajamas so they were out of the way.

“Now you’re ready.” I kissed his mouth and then his chin, slowly working my way down his chest and abs before I got my first taste of his dick. I’d briefly held it in my hands but not in a sexual way. This time, I was able to appreciate its beauty, its weight. Its perfection.

I kissed along his length, dragging my lips and tongue on his firm skin until I could pull him into my mouth. From the moment my mouth closed on him, Lincoln was a mix of squirming desire and tense muscles. He was vocal without saying any recognizable words. Just moans and needy cries for relief.

As much as I loved the taste and feel of him on my tongue, he’d been hard for hours, and I didn’t want to make him suffer any longer. He was a good boy and deserved to come for me. I moved faster over his cock, licking and sucking as I rubbed some of my dripping saliva over his asshole.

“Yes, Daddy.” He lifted his ass off the cushions, trying to get even deeper down my throat. “I’m coming.”

I kept up the fast pace and pushed my thumb into him just as Lincoln went stiff and unloaded into my mouth. I fucked his ass with my thumb as he fucked my face with his dick, and it was magical. I drank down his offering until he was fully limp on the couch and then climbed up beside him to hold him in my arms. “You doing okay, baby?”

His eyes were closed as he sighed. “Yes, Daddy. But I’m still thirsty.”

9

LINCOLN

I didn’t fall asleep right away.

It was more like a system shutdown as my body sank into Enzo’s lap the instant I was back in his arms.

Daddy stroked my hair while I drooled into the soft hair of his thigh. Luckily we were both such good dick cleaners that there wasn’t a drop of mess to worry about, so I just closed my eyes and relished the moment.

I only remembered I was still naked when Daddy pulled a throw blanket off the back of the couch and covered me with it. I wouldn’t have minded being chilly because I was too busy feeling safe, but the blanket was nice. And the fact that he wanted me to be warm without me asking was even nicer.

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