Page 69 of Look My Way
“We have all night for that,” he says, almost breathless.
“Yeah. Lots of nights too.”
“Let’s see if you don’t get tired of me after this weekend first,” his voice cracks.
“I can guarantee you now, that’s not going to happen. I can’t get enough of you as it is.”
“You say that now.”
“And later. And tomorrow and days from now. Months and years even.”
“You really shouldn’t get ahead of yourself.”
“And you really need to stop trying to wish me away,” I say in a mocking tone, and he snorts.
I climb off the couch, and he watches me as I move around the kitchen. After putting away the pizza, I wash the dishes, throw popcorn in the microwave, and bring him a bottle of water.
He drinks it lazily, sitting up against two throw pillows with his legs spread. He’s still naked, and when I cover him with a blanket he finds a way to wiggle away from it. He wants me to see all of him, and I don’t mind at all. I want him to see all of me too, so I strip out of my clothes and climb in behind him on the couch. Turning into me, he traces over the scar on my face and one on my shoulder.
“You’re strong too. You’d have to be to have gone through whatever caused these.”
“Yeah. We both are.” My lips circle over his and his breaths pick up.
“Can I taste you now? Please, Daddy.”
Fuck. How can I say no to that? To my perfect boy asking so nicely, using his manners and words.
“Yes, pequeño. Yes, you can.”
Something sparks in his eyes, and he crawls down my body, gaze capturing mine as he sucks me into his mouth. He lightly suckles at my tip, and I about lose it when he starts swirling his tongue. My fingers fall into his hair. He smiles around the fullness in his mouth, taking me deeper, and I pump my hips.
“You’re doing so good, lovely. That mouth of yours is as perfect as your pretty hole.”
He hums around me, bobbing his head and caressing me more with the heat of his mouth.
“So good. So strong.”
“I can be stronger. Make me take more. When I say stop, don’t.”
“Okay, but if you really need me to, I want you to tap my leg. Do you have a safe word?”
“No safe words. Taps are fine.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah. I’m sure, Daddy.”
“Okay, carino. If that’s what you want.” He rocks back, pushing his ass up in the air, and I lift my body, reaching my fingers down to play with his crack.
He wiggles his hips, eyeing me like a predator as he goes back to sucking my cock. I grab his hair and fuck upward with slow thrusts, picking up my pace while holding him in place when he tries to squirm away. He lifts his head, and I shove it back down with heavy force, thrusting so deep and hard he’s gagging. Saliva pools around his lips and tears spring to his eyes. His face turns red and he claws at my thighs—no tapping out yet, though. Eyes red and dilated, he puffs air around my base, and I hit the back of his throat earning me more unintelligible sounds.
He shakes his head, and I keep him where he is, using his mouth over and over until I’m coming so hard I temporarily black out. Cum spills from his mouth and I pull out, swiping up my release only to shove it back between his lips. He makes a choking sound, and with a sharp inhale he falls forward. I wrap my arms around him and rub his back, kissing his sweaty hair.
“You doing okay?”
He gives me a thumbs up, and I laugh into his hair, kissing him some more, and he makes cute little satisfied sounds, pressing his hot face into my chest. His breaths slow, and when I offer him water, he takes it. Then he lies back on me, eyes heavy.
“Since I’ve already seen it, can I sleep a little during the beginning?”
