“Mine,” I growled as I bit his lower lip and tugged on it.
He continued to rut against me, chasing his pleasure, but he didn’t seem to be in a hurry to move things past where we were.
“You want to come in Daddy’s lap, baby?”
Aiden couldn’t even get an answer out besides a low, keening whine. His face was utter perfection, mouth slack and eyes blown so wide they were black. His back arched as he moved against me.
My fingers squeezed bruises into his hips, marking him as mine.
He was beautiful.
Perfect.
Mine.
But I needed more. I tugged the front of his sweats and boxers down, and he hissed as the air cooled the overheated flesh of his aching dick. He humped the air, looking for the delicious friction to help bring him the release he needed. I wasn’t going to make it that easy for him, though.
I held him in place with one hand as I fished my own leaking cock out of the pants I’d changed into before I had come over to his place, and I wrapped my hand around both of us.
Aiden dug his fingers into the back of my neck as he let out a hiss, bucking his hips wildly as he fucked my fist.
A low groan tore from my chest at the way it felt to have him pressed against my needy dick, wrapped tight in my fist. I wished I had thought to grab some lube, but we were both leaking so much, it almost wasn’t necessary, there was almost no burn.
I had to stop myself from throwing my head back because I wanted to watch my boy fall apart in my lap. He was perfection personified as he took what he wanted from me. I’d let him take everything, if he wanted it. He could have it all.
“That’s it, little bird. Take what you need. Let Daddy make you feel good.”
My words sent a shiver through his body and he clung even tighter to me, his knees tightening against my sides. I’d live forever in that moment if I could, with him staring down at me like I was his everything. Because in that moment, I could pretend I’d earned that look.
I pulled his head down and my tongue plundered his mouth as my fist worked over our cocks, catching the pearls of pre-cum at the tips and smearing them down the sides. He groaned in my mouth, before pulling back and bucking wildly into my fist.
“Shit. Oh, God. Fuck, Daddy…”
My free hand trailed down his shoulder and pecs to hisnipple and I tweaked it through his shirt. I should have stripped him, but I’d been too wild and hadn’t been thinking straight with a horny Aiden in my lap. I would have loved to tease that nub while I made him scream my name, while seeing the expanse of glistening, naked flesh on display for me.
“Come for me, little bird. Come for Daddy. Give it to me.”
He shouted as he rutted into my fist, shuddering as his release splashed onto both of our clothes that neither of us had bothered to shed before we had gotten started. Not that I cared. I’d carry his cum on my clothes with me forever.
I fell right behind him, my cum mixing with his as his mouth found mine, our tongues tangling together as he went limp above me. I stroked us a few more times, and I smirked as Aiden let out a pitiful whine from being oversensitive. After one final stroke, I took pity on him and let go, but I didn’t release him from the lazy kisses we were still trading.
“Hi,” he whispered, cheeks pink from exertion and a bit of embarrassment.
“Hello, yourself.” I chuckled as I leaned up and gave him another quick peck on the lips.
He snuggled in, obviously not ready to move and I wrapped my arms around him, willing to let him lie there for as long as he wanted.
“I really am sorry about the way I acted after we left my parents’ house,” he said with a sigh. “I just didn’t know what to think or do. Or what you would think.”
There were a lot of things I could have said, and wanted to say, but none of that really mattered.
“You would have known what I was thinking if you had talked to me, instead of shutting me out. But if you still want to know, I think your parents are great people and they love you and just want you to be happy. And that’s all I want too.”
Fuck. I hadn’t meant to say that out loud. I really shouldn’t have.
Aiden looked up at me with tears in his eyes. “I’m really sorry, Daddy.”
“I know, baby. I know.” I squeezed him to me and kissed his hair. My hands ran up and down his back, rubbing soothing patterns all along his spine, or at least, I hoped they were.
