Page 9 of A Daddy of the Heart
Chapter Four
Eli crept out of Jeremy’s room. The lad was tuckered out from their long day of playing outside and the filling meal that Willem had made for them once they’d returned from their outing. In the next bedroom over, he could hear his daddy singing softly to Raelynn. She’d started sleeping in Nona’s room a few nights ago after her brother had an overnight accident. He couldn’t blame the girl, but still Willem had gone into town and grabbed some overnight pull ups for the boy, who’d been nearly potty trained before the accident. It seemed as if that was one more consequence to lay at the feet of the semi that had destroyed the boy’s world. They’d get through though, he vowed to himself.It’s just a minor bump in the roadhe assured himself.
He was tempted to go curl up on the couch but refrained. Even as tired as he was, his body was wired with anticipation. Once Daddy was done with Raelynn, they would retreat upstairs to their hiddensoundproofplayroom. He could be as loud as he wanted. The few hand jobs in shower might have taken the edge off, but he was hungry for more. It almost reminded Eli of Willem’s slow courting of him at the beginning of their relationship. He had an old-fashioned daddy who equated sex with intimacy within a committed bond.
The memory of the first time where his daddy had claimed him in their bed was enough to make Eli ache. God, he was fucking horny. He pressed his hand flat against the erection as he climbed up the steps. Perhaps he should make himself ready for Willem? He thought of the various plugs the other man enjoyed using on him. Would Daddy be mad? Or would he take it as an open invitation to fuck his boy immediately?
He chewed on his lower lip as he entered the bedroom he shared with Willem. The bed was neatly made, as was his daddy’s wont, even the throw pillows neatly arranged. His cheeks flushed as he remembered a time that Willem had piled them under Eli, while he’d hammered inside his boy. He hadn’t been allowed to touch his dick, but Daddy had encouraged him to rub against the mound of silky softness, until his release had covered them. Eli groaned low in his throat.
“Fuck.” He sank down on the edge of the bed, cradling his head, his fingers trembling as he threaded them through his hair. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d ridden this close to the edge. Evidently celibacy wasn’t a good thing when he was used to Daddy satisfying his physical needs on a daily basis. Maybe he should go in the bathroom and rub one off, so he didn’t explode the minute Daddy touched him?
“There’s my boy. Both kids are sleeping, thank the Lord,” the voice from the doorway sent shivers down Eli’s spine as his daddy entered their room. A low whine escaped him. Need rode him hard, and he reminded himself that Daddy wouldn’t appreciate his boy attacking him the second he stepped inside the room. God, he needed to come so bad, but Willem was in charge. He got to say when and where Eli came. Which only added to the need swirling low in his gut. He loved his Daddy’s control over him – even when it pushed him to the limits of his control.
“Eli?” Willem appeared in the corner of his eye, his tone questioning. “Look up at me. My boy doesn’t hide from me.”
Eli bit down on his lower lip – hard, using the pain to distract him from the mounting need, before finally obeying. His daddy needed to know how close to the edge he was. He’d take care of him. He always did. “I….” he struggled to put into words what he needed.
Willem’s eyes narrowed. “Up, boy.”
Standing on shaky legs, Eli waited for the next command.
“Pillow.” Willem nodded toward the pile of throw pillows.
Eli scrambled to grab a thick fluffy one. Daddy was gonna let him suck his cock. Elation coursed through him. He loved when Daddy fucked his mouth. He dropped it onto the floor in front of Willem and started to sink to his knees when Willem stopped him.
“I didn’t tell you to get down on your knees, boy.”
“I…okay, Daddy.” Uncertainty swirled through him. Daddy didn’t want him to suck him?
“You’re going to stand very still for me, Eli. I want to reacquaint myself with this…” A broad palm cradled the erection straining the front of Eli’s jeans. “…and no matter what, my boy is to hold his cum until Daddy says so.” Amber eyes met Eli’s. “Do you understand?”
He nodded so vigorously he was surprised his brain hadn’t rattled around inside his head.
“Good boy.” Then Willem lowered himself to the pillow. Seconds later the fastening on his jeans parted and the zipper was slowly tugged down. His briefs disappeared just as quickly as Daddy shoved the jeans and underwear down Eli’s thighs. The material puddled at Eli’s bare feet. He lifted each foot at his daddy’s tap against his ankle.
Eli sighed with relief as the pressure against his dick vanished, leaving him free to throb and ache with no restrictions.
“Next time put on socks, boy. The floors are too cold now to go barefoot.” Warm fingers wrapped around his toes as Willem finished disposing him of clothing. “Your toes are like ice.”
“Yes, Daddy,” he panted as Willem’s fingers ran back up his legs, past his knees, across his inner thighs to gently cup his balls. He hissed in pleasure as Daddy gently squeezed the orbs. God, he ached. He needed to come so badly!But Daddy said I have to wait.He took a deep breath in, trying to absorb the pleasure while keeping it at bay.
“So soft. So mine.” Willem leaned in and nuzzled his groin, his whiskers teasing Eli unbearably.
Eli swayed on his feet. Every brush of Willem’s lips over his sensitive scrotum was torture - but only of the best kind. Then Daddy took him into his mouth, his tongue lashing at the captured flesh. “Ohh….” He curled his fists at his sides, precum now leaking down his shaft.
“Place your hands on my shoulders, boy.” Willem released him long enough to command.
Lifting shaking hands, Eli placed them across the firm shoulders of his daddy. “Thank you.” He croaked out, even as Willem moved away from his balls to nuzzle at the juncture of his thigh and torso. The wet lash of his tongue had goosebumps rising on Eli’s skin. Each lick sent a new skitter of pleasure fizzling through Eli. He panted in response, every nerve ending alive as Willem made his way from the sensitive crease to the aching cock that was now dripping profusely.
He stiffened in agonizing pleasure as Willem avoided the wet shaft to explore the other crease. There was something the man loved about Eli’s groin, not just his cock or balls, but the whole area. Eli didn’t understand it but it if it made his Daddy happy and gave him untold pleasure, who was he to argue about it?Even if it drives me out of my damned mind.He gritted his teeth, as Willem thoroughly explored his groin while avoiding his very hard erection. At this rate, he’d be blowing before Daddy even took him in his mouth.If he takes me in his mouth.He tried to relax but each brush of Willem’s tongue was a heavenly mix of pleasure and unrequited need.
“Please, Daddy.” The words came out as a plea.
The strangled shout escaped his throat when Willem didn’t answer but took mercy on Eli by running the flat of his tongue up the underside of Eli’s shaft to the very slippery tip.
“Yum…” Willem swiped across the tip once more, obviously searching for more of Eli’s essence.
“Shit.” He dug his fingers into Willem’s shoulders, his balls drawing up tight as his orgasm tried to rush over him. It was by a miracle and the tight squeeze of Daddy’s fingers at the base of his cock that kept him from coming in Willem’s mouth, as he enveloped the head of Eli’s cock. The wet suction tore a harsh groan from Eli as a nearly unbearable pleasure whipped at him, eroding every bit of control he had. “Daddy!”
