I chuckle. “You have nice shower gel, Daddy.”
He cracks one eye open. “You’ve showered already?”
“I want to get ready for you.” I press myself against his side. “Sorry I woke you.”
He rubs his hand over his face. “What time is it?”
“No idea. Early. The sun’s coming up.”
Orange rays are creeping through the gaps in the curtains. Not that it means much. It’s late June, so it gets light super early.
He half turns to check his phone. “Five-thirty.”
“Go back to sleep, Daddy.”
He rolls onto his side and strokes my jaw. “How can I sleep when I have a beautiful, naked boy beside me?”
My cheeks get hot. His voice is sincere, so I know he’s not just complimenting me to get into my pants. Not that I’m wearing any.
“Well, if you’re staying awake, I have a confession to make.”
He arches an eyebrow. “Oh?”
I sweep my palm over his cock. It was at half-mast, but it stiffens in response to my light touch. “I’ve been dying to get my mouth around your cock since we were eating hot dogs last night.”
He smiles. “Only since then?”
I snort-laugh. “All right, since I was calm enough to fall in lust with you.”
He puts his arms around me and pulls me against him. My tender cock rubs against his.
“You’ve fallen in lust with me?” he asks.
“Hopelessly. Who knew I’d fly to New York and meet a hot American Daddy?” I wasn’t even looking for a Daddy, but now I’ve met Emmet, I realize I’ve been missing out and might need to rethink my kinks.
He nuzzles and kisses my jaw. “We met in London.”
“Barely. Does the airport even count?”
He laughs against my skin. “Yes.”
I draw circles over his shoulder. “The thing is, we don’t have much time together. I’m only in New York for a few days, and then I’m flying home.” I gulp and tremble.
“Don’t worry about the flight home right now. Focus on me, baby.”
I take a deep breath and nod. “I intend to. Which is why I want to make the most of being in bed with you, Daddy.” I lift the quilt. “Starting with a morning blow job.”
I grin and then shuffle down the bed until I’m lying pressed against his thigh, in the perfect position to suck his cock. I let the quilt fall over me, so I’m in a white, fluffy cocoon. I grip the rootof his cock, steadying his length. He’s cut, which is a first for me. I take his length into my mouth. He’s a good mouthful. Not too long, or thick. Not too slim, or short. Just right. I suck and lick greedily, moving my hand to cup and gently squeeze his balls.
“Oh, baby.” He grasps my hair, tight enough to sting, but not put me off. He doesn’t control me, but damn, his grip makes me feel owned by him, and that’s sexy as fuck. He groans and thrusts into my mouth.
I grin around his cock and suck and lick with more vigor. It makes me feel good when a guy is relaxed enough to fuck my mouth. It’s a sure sign I’m doing a good job and making him happy. I want to make Emmet happy.
“You’re so good at this,” he gasps, arching his back.
His balls are full and heavy. I can tell he’s close to release. I don’t let up. I keep going, feasting on his length like it’s the tastiest damn thing I’ve ever had in my mouth. His cock jerks. Briefly, I pull off him, allowing the first spurt of cum to hit my face. He did say he liked messy boys. Then I close my mouth against his head again, sucking him until he’s dry. I swallow his salty cum down, moaning as I do so. I don’t stop until his cock is limp in my mouth. He’s breathing hard, stroking my hair now, rather than tugging.
Grinning, I release him from my mouth and crawl up the bed, emerging from the quilt beside him. “Was that nice, Daddy?” I ask in the most innocent tone I can muster.
