William.
The thought of him curled up in my bed sends a different kind of heat through me. I’ve been gone a couple of hours, but I already miss the way he trembles under my hand, the way he looks at me like I’m both terrifying and safe. He’s becoming something I never planned for. Something I’m not willing to give up.
By the time I step into the apartment the lights are low. I lock the door behind me and toe off my shoes. The place feels different with the sweet boy here, less sterile, less empty.
I walk quietly toward the bedroom.
He’s in my bed, exactly where I left him. Curled on his side under the dark sheets, his stuffie tucked against his chest.
But his breathing is too measured, too careful. He’sawake.
I strip slowly—suit jacket, shirt, pants, everything—until I’m naked. My cock is already thickening at the sight of him. I slide under the covers behind him, the cool sheets brushing my skin.The moment my body presses against his back he lets out a tiny, needy sound.
“Daddy?” William gasps.
He turns in my arms. His eyes are wide open, shining with lust even in the low light. No fear this time—just raw hunger.
The boy leans in and kisses me. It starts soft, almost tentative, then deepens fast. His tongue meets mine, eager and sweet. I growl into his mouth, one hand sliding down to cup his ass.
He pulls back just enough to whisper against my lips, “I can tell my Daddy is stressed.”
The words hit me hard.
Before I can respond he’s sliding down my body, kissing a trail over my chest, my stomach, until he settles between my thighs. His small hand wraps around my cock, stroking once, twice, then his hot mouth closes over the head.
“Fuck, William…” I groan, threading my fingers through his blonde hair.
He takes me deeper, sucking with that perfect mix of innocence and filthy enthusiasm he’s developing. His tongue swirls, cheeks hollow, and he gags softly when I hit the back of his throat.
I tighten my grip in his hair. “Touch yourself while you suck me,” I command. “I want you cumming when I cum down your throat.”
William moans around my cock and obeys instantly. I feel him shift, one hand slipping between his own legs ands gripping his cock. The sound of his hand working his cock mix with the slick noises of his mouth on me. It’s filthy. And it’s beautiful.
I watch William—head bobbing, ass still marked from earlier, hand pumping his thick dick while he worships my cock. The stress of the night melts away with every stroke of his tongue.
Then tension coils tight at the base of my spine.
“That’s it,” I rasp as I see his body contort in pleasure. “Good fucking boy. Make yourself cum while you take care of your Daddy.”
His moans grow louder, vibrating around my shaft. His hips rock desperately against his hand. I thrust up gently, fucking his mouth, chasing the edge. When he cries out around me, his whole body shaking with his orgasm, I let go.
I shoot my seed down his throat, groaning his name as he swallows every drop like the perfect Little he is.
“Fuck,” I grunt, my ass clenching and quads tightening once more to make sure that I’m fully satisfied.
And then we both quieten.
We stay like that for a long moment, his cheek resting on my thigh, breathing hard, my hand gently stroking his hair. Then I pull him up into my arms. He curls against my chest, sticky and satisfied, his stuffie somehow ending up between us.
I kiss the top of his head. “Sleep, baby. I’ve got you.”
William’s breathing evens out quickly and he duly passes out in post orgasmic bliss.
I lie awake a little longer, one arm wrapped possessively around him, staring at the city lights through the windows.
Kruchev’s death. The coming war. The alliance I need to forge.
All of it waits for tomorrow.
