He came off his heels to meet me, shoving his eager tongue in my mouth. Trembling in my arms, he melted against my chest, and I anchored him to me with a swoop of my arm around his waist.
“Tastes good, Daddy.” He murmured. “Tastes so good.”
“You’re such a good boy, Kitten.” I hummed, nibbling at his tender lips. “Step on my feet. Daddy’s going to take us somewhere comfier.”
His small feet came to rest on top of my larger ones, and I carefully led us around the couch. He pulled his mouth from mine in favor of sucking at my nipple.
I backed him toward the edge of the couch, coming to a stop only when the backs of his knees met the thick cushion. “Sit, baby.”
He sat down and spread his legs wide, cock twitching. I ignored it for now and stepped between his knees, fingers on the waistband of my slacks.
The sound of my zipper falling pulled a long, desperate whine from my boy. Silas swayed on the couch before falling forward andshovinghis face into the patch of skin beside the base of my cock. He inhaled.
“My Daddy.” He whispered, peppering sloppy kisses along the ridge of my hard cock. “Mine. Mine. Mine.”
“That’s right, Kitten. Give Daddy a second to take his cock out of his pants and then you can play.”
Shaky fingers trailed up my thighs, and he clawed lightly while he waited, breathing in my scent. Fire spread throughout the rigid curves of my spine when he latched his eager lips around the base of my cock and started sucking through my briefs.
Desperation became me, and I reached for my briefs and tore them open with a grunt. Silas made a happy sound and sucked the tip of my cock in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it.
Teeth grinding, I fought the urge to shove my cock down his throat and empty my balls into the heat of his belly. Instead, I palmed his cheeks and dragged my thumbs across his jawline. “Your mouth feels so good, Kitten.”
My knees buckled when he reached for my balls, holding them in his palm as if he was testing the weight of them. His nostrils flared as he breathed, sending a wave of warm air rolling across my wet shaft. The sensation made me moan, and I think my baby liked the sound of his Daddy’s pleasure because he started withering against the couch and took my cock a little deeper in his mouth.
“That’s it, baby. You’re doing so good.”
He gazed up at me through thick lashes and a fog of desire. The tears cresting the corners of his eyes sent a barrel of heat straight toward my cock, and I thickened against his tongue.
After a minute, he replaced his mouth with his fingers, pumping his hand up and down my shaft. His gaze stayed riveted on mine, and he looked up at me as though I was his fucking king.
Christ.
Eyes dilated and lips wet, my baby looked thoroughly debauched—drunk off my scent and the reminder that he was doing a good job.
“Put my cock back in your mouth, baby, and then kick your shorts off.”
With two fingers, he guided my cock back into his warm mouth and closed his lips around it with a satisfied hum. He sucked on me for a moment before his legs flailed. His cheeks reddened with the effort it took to get his shorts past his ankles without letting my cock drop.
I stroked his hollowed cheek. “You can do it, Kitten.”
Familiar teeth pierced the head of my cock.Fuck.My toes curled. The nip of pain made my head spin. His grip was just light enough that he could keep my cock in his mouth while he wiggled the rest of the way out of his shorts.
“Good boy, Kitten.” I slipped my thumb through the tears that now coasted down the curve of his cheek. “Put your feet on the couch and spread those legs nice and wide. That’s it. Just like that. Now, I want you to take your finger and slip it in your mouth beside my cock.”
His eyes rolled back so far, I could see the whites in them. Swollen lips stretched when he stuffed his finger in his mouth with a drawn-out moan.
“Suck, sweetheart. Get it real wet.”
Spit pooled at the corners of his mouth as he sucked, pulling me as far into his throat as he could, gagging a little on the tip.
“Do you need a break, sweetheart?”
Silas gasped around my shaft but shook his head, slipping beneath a curtain of bliss. He trembled where he sat but I don’t think he noticed. His lashes came to rest against the tops of his cheeks when he shut his eyes, his body growing heavier the longer he sucked.
“You’re perfect, Kitten. Daddy’s gonna fill your mouth with come, but first, I want you to take your finger from your mouth and push it inside your hole. Can you do that, baby? Finger yourself for Daddy?”
His head rolled with a groan, and I caught it before my cock could escape his mouth. His hand was shaking when he pulled it from between his lips, and I knew the exact second he’d filled his hole because a whine escaped his chest and his hips started bouncing against the cushions.