Page 31 of Lost Little Boy
My face heated at his sexy words. He wanted to touch me. I’d only had guys wantingmeto touchthem… suckthem… be fucked bythem.“You can touch me.”
I didn’t expect Wex to pick me up and carry me back to his bed. He placed me on the mattress and pulled my boxer briefs down and swirled his tongue in my belly button, making me giggle.
“Ticklish. Noted for later.” I laughed at his commentary.
He continued kissing across my stomach before he moved up to my chest, sucking my right nipple and making me squirm. I’d never felt anything like that before.
“Daddy!” The word came out in a rushed breath.
The sensations he was stirring inside me were unbelievable. Sex had been a chore for me because of the reasons I was doing it.
Now, here was a beautiful man who wanted to touch me and was showing me new levels of pleasure—until he quickly jumped up.
“Where—”
“One second, sweet boy.” He pulled upon the drawer on the nightstand and produced a tube of lube. He pulled off his T-shirt and his boxer briefs and started to get back in bed when there was a loud pounding on the front door.
“Son of a… Fuck me!”As fast as his clothes had come off, the underwear and T-shirt were back on, and Wex left the bedroom.
I turned onto my side and rested my head on my palm as I waited for him to return, wondering what on earth was happening. I wasn’t pulling my clothes back on because I wanted to remind him what we were doing when we were so rudelyinterrupted.
Muffled voices worried me, but then the front door closed and locks clicked. Something opened and beeps echoed before another door was closed. Footsteps echoed off the hallway walls, and Wex appeared in the doorway, pulling his T-shirt over his head and tossing it on the floor before he shoved his boxers down and walked out of them.
“That was the breakfast delivery I forgot about. Now, it’s in the oven on warm.” He crawled over me and flopped on the bed on his back. “Get up here.”
He pulled my left leg over his body and seated me on his groin, reaching for the lube and opened it as he angled me so our cocks were touching before he squeezed gel into his palm and wrapped his fist around them, stroking a couple of times before he dropped the lube and pulled my neck down for our lips to meet.
I planted my hands next to his head and kissed him with everything inside me. His palm was moving slowly from the base to the tip. God, it felt good.
“The first time I get to taste you, I’m going to edge you until you scream, and then I’m going to hold your cum in my mouth and kiss you to share it. The first time you taste me, I want you to do the same to me.” His filthy words made my heart pound.
“Daddy, that feels so good.” My cock was throbbing, and I began to thrust intohis fist.
“You like that, sweet boy? Don’t come yet.”
“I’ll try to hold it, but god, your hands on me—”
“Can I slide my finger into your hole and massage your prostate?” I met his gaze, though I didn’t want to tell him I didn’t know what he meant, so I nodded.
He pushed his right middle finger into my mouth. “Get it slick.”
I did as he asked and when he pulled his finger from between my lips, he reached around my body and slowly circled my entrance, lighting my body on fire.
Wex slowly sunk his finger inside as he lazily stroked our pricks. Feeling them slide against each other had me breathing hard.
Out of nowhere, Wex touched a spot inside me I’d never found. I didn’t masturbate often. It left me feeling lonely when I released. Glancing down at Wex as he bit his bottom lip had me ready to explode.
“I can’t…” My brain was fried as a rush of adrenaline hit me, and I shot off between us. Thankfully, I felt the warm fluid from Wex’s release just after mine, and as the aftershocks rolled through me, I relaxed on top of him, unable to move.
We were both breathing hard, and a shower was definitely in order. “That was as great as I thought it wouldbe. We need to talk about limits and safewords. Are you okay?”
I chuckled as I tried to slide off him, but he wrapped me up in his arms and kissed my forehead. “Nope. Just give me a few more minutes, please. We can take a shower and eat breakfast before we go sightseeing if you want.”
“That sounds like fun. Can I ask you a question?” I pushed up so my forearms were resting on Wex’s chest to study his expression when I asked what was on my mind. I didn’t want him to think I was stupid. I was falling in love with the man and wanted him to love me back if he could.
“Always. You can always ask me anything.” His expression was warm, making me relax and feel free to ask questions.
“How did you know about that place inside me where you touched?”
