“Daddy,” he whines. “You’re too far away.”
I shake my head. “Not too far, pretty boy. If you want Daddy the way you said, then you have to come over here. You’re going to prep yourself and show me how bad you want it. Once that hole of yours is ready, you’re going to sit down on my cock and ride me. You’re in control.”
He sucks in a breath. “I’m in control,” he repeats.
“Yeah, baby. You’re the star of this show, not me. Show me what you’ve got.” I pat my thighs and shift down so I’m relaxed.
I’ve clearly been underestimating him because in a flash, he’s up off the couch and reaching for the small bottle of lube sticking up out of my pants pocket.
What? I like to be prepared.
My boy coats his fingers heavily until each is glistening. “Ready for my opening night performance, Daddy?”
His teasing tone makes me laugh. I nod, then have to immediately bite my tongue when he gets between my legs and turns, bending himself over the coffee table. The bottle of lube makes another appearance, this time hovering over his ass while he pours a porn level amount over his hole.
“Fuck,” I growl. My fist wraps around my cock, the need to do something too great to hold back. It’s not a bad thing though. I’m only touching myself, not him yet. He’s still in control.
As if he can read my thoughts, he looks over his shoulder to watch my movements. “I should tell you to stop, Daddy. That’s my toy. I don’t like sharing.”
Another laugh bubbles in my chest at how cheeky he’s being. He’s laying on the Daddy aspect heavily, which is something he hadn’t done before. I equal parts love and hate it.
Because I think I might have a bit of a brat on my hands. That’s going to be another aspect of our relationship we’ll need to work through.
I push away those thoughts for now. My focus is on the way he stretches himself open for me. There’s no slow going with it. He’s already up to two fingers, with the third hovering like he’s about to say, ‘fuck this slow bullshit’ and push it in anyway.
“Easy, pretty boy. We’ve got time. You don’t have to go so fast.”
He huffs and shakes his head where it leans against the table. “Who’s in charge right now, Daddy?”
“You are,” I answer instantly.
“Exactly. Then I will go as fast as I want.”
Ok, so he’s definitely got some bratty tendencies. I’m not going to talk punishments and spankings right now, but it’s definitely going on the mental to-do list. Something tells me he might like them.
“My apologies. Daddy will sit and be quiet now. Go forth and use me.” I drop my voice low with the last part. It does exactly as I hoped it would.
His body jolts. He loses the pace he’d set with his fingers from the movement.
“Daddy!”
“Pretty boy!” I sass back.
Rather than give me more lip, my boy goes about taunting me another way. He arches his back in a way that shows off even more of his hole. And then… fuck me… and then he adds that third finger.
I grip my cock hard to stave off the orgasm that tries to crash forward. “This is going to be over too soon if you keep teasing me. Daddy is already close.”
He gasps, his hips rocking back to fuck harder against his fingers. I bite my lip to hold back any type of demand. I did promise him I wouldn’t.
As if he can read my mind, he rips his fingers free and spins to climb on my lap. Before I can say anything, he drops down on my cock and steals my voice. Mouth open, I pant in hopes it will help me not come.
“You feel perfect inside me, Daddy,” my boy says, relief in his voice. “I could stay like this forever.”
My jaw clenches at that notion. As good as he feels, I need him to move. I need the friction and pull of his body with mine. I need to watch his cock bounce between us. I need to see the look of ecstasy that always crosses his face when he finds his release.
“Whatever you need is yours.”
At my words, his eyes widen. “Oh, Daddy. You need me to move don’t you?”
