He shook his head. There was a mischievous look on his face that had me tilting my head, trying to figure out what he was thinking.
“I just need you, Daddy,” he whispered as he sat up and wrapped his arms around my neck. His lips found mine and I was never to deny him anything he wanted and I hummed in satisfaction as his tongue sought entrance.
Mindful of his side and the strain he was undoubtedly putting on it, I shifted our positions as gently as I could, lying down with him on my side.
“You always have me, little bird.” I nipped at his bottom lip, tugging it into my mouth and sucking on it. His hips rocked back and forth, rutting against my thigh. He’d been a needy little bird since I’d come back, but I had to be a good Daddy and put my foot down, despite hating to deny him.
He was healing and I couldn’t risk hurting him. It would kill me.
“Daddy,” he whined as he rocked faster against me, clearly ready to burst. I put my hand on his hip to steady him and he growled in frustration when he was unable to rock against me anymore.
I chuckled at his antics, but he scowled at me, clearly not amused. “Patience, little bird.”
“No. I’m done being patient, Daddy. I want you to fuck me.”
My heart stuttered. When did my boy become so petulant?But I couldn’t deny I loved him being so bold and demanding of what he wanted.
I reached up and caressed his cheek. His eyes fluttered closed and he nuzzled into my touch. “I don’t want to hurt you. You’re still healing.”
He slumped against me and made a pathetic noise that didn’t make me feel any better. I hated to deny him and if he was anywhere near as frustrated as I was, I could understand where he was coming from.
“If it’s too much, I’ll tell you. I promise. But I feel like I’m going to burst.” The look on his face was adorable. I wasn’t used to seeing him pout, but it was something I could get used to.
Or not, because I could feel my resolve wavering.
I heaved a sigh and looked at the heavens for the strength to do what was right by him. But he was a grown man, and if he wanted something, I should trust him to know his body and his limits.
My gaze met his and I eyed him warily.
“I need your word that if it’s too much, you say something immediately. We can start slow and build up to penetrative sex again. It doesn’t have to be that?—”
“Yes,” he demanded, cutting me off, “it does have to be that. Now.”
A laugh tore from my chest at his blatant desire. But I quickly sobered at the way he glared at me. “Sorry, I’m not laughing at you. Not really. You’re just too cute.”
“I am cute. Which is why you should fuck me, Daddy.” He pouted.
Another chuckle escaped unbidden and I leaned up and stole a kiss.
“You want to ride Daddy’s cock, little bird?”
His breath caught in his chest as his eyes went wide as saucers. A low whine rumbled from his lips as he nodded enthusiastically.
I smirked as I leaned up and caught him under the arms, gently laying him down. “Stay here, while I get my little bird all prepped and ready for his Daddy.”
He threw his head back with a muttered, “Fuck.”
Slowly, I pulled his pants down and revealed his leaking cock that bounced back, and I swallowed it down as I reached up and put a hand on his chest to keep him in place so he couldn’t jump and hurt himself.
“Fuck! Daddy, yes. Please, fuck.” His hands fisted the sheets under him, and I grinned as I bobbed up and down his length, swallowing it whole.
While he was distracted with my mouth, I reached over and grabbed the lube off the nightstand and flipped the cap open and squeezed some onto my fingers. I rubbed them together, allowing the gel to warm a little before I brought them to his entrance.
The first finger found his entrance and he tensed for a moment before he relaxed, letting out a breath to let it in. But I didn’t push. Instead, I circled around his hole and teased his rim, driving sounds out of him I’d never heard before. But I wasn’t looking to drive him too mad, considering he was hurt.
Having pity on him, I slowly slid the first finger in and he hissed in approval. His head shot up, gaze seeking mine as his teeth bit down hard on his lip to keep from crying out.
I let go of his cock and moved up his body to catch his lips in a bruising kiss. “Don’t hold back, little bird. I want all of your sounds. They belong to Daddy, remember.”
