“Am I going to let you win again?” Was that the game? He loved winning, so I could see that being something he felt wicked about.
“Nooo…” Dragging it out, he gave me what he probably hoped was a sweet smile. “You’re going to give me kisses.”
Ah.
Testing the waters and teasing him a bit, I kissed his nose. “There you go. A kiss.”
“Daddy…” Trying to look frustrated, he crossed his arms over his chest but he did another little shift from side to side to make sure my dick was paying attention to the conversation too. “That’s… that’s a peck.”
“Oh.” Doing my best to take it seriously, I frowned and nodded slowly. “I can do it.”
Kissing his cheek that time, I gave it a bit more lip and didn’t rush so he couldn’t call it a peck. “See? That’s better.”
Flopping onto me, he sighed as he hid his face against my shoulder. “No, Daddy.”
“Really?” Sounding confused, I sighed. “You might just have to show me what you want.”
That got a happy squeak from him that was full of greed and mischief. He did his best to look cute as he popped up, though, but it was so obviously calculated it made it impossible to worry. “Yes. I’m a good helper.”
Depending on the definition of that word.
“Thank you.” I was pretty sure I did innocent better than him. “I’m ready.”
Nodding, he shifted to get into the right position and gave me the cutest serious face as he inched closer and pressed his lipsagainst mine. It started out as a peck but inched into something deeper as he moved his lips against mine.
When he finally sprang back, he smiled. “Kisses.”
“That was a very good kiss.” Pulling him tighter against me, I made sure his body was flush with mine so our cocks could rub against each other. “Should we play grown-up and have more kisses?”
His eyes lit up. “Yes, I can play grown-up.”
It seemed like I’d found a new fun game.
Being a grown-up seemed to involve him wrapping his arms around my neck and frowning. “Kissing is serious.”
“Very serious.” Running one hand higher up his back, I tightened my hold on him and brought him closer. “I think my cute grown-up needs serious kisses.”
He’d made it fairly clear what he wanted, so I brought his lips back to mine, starting out as innocent as I could. Barely brushing my lips against his, I took my time and kept it tender and just grown-up enough to call a real kiss.
My little firecracker sighed and rubbed himself against me, but when he let out little whines, I knew it was time to deepen it. Flicking my tongue against his lips and tracing the seam had a shiver racing through him and he gently parted them as I shifted us into full grown-up mode.
Oh, those sounds.
Nibbling on his lips got sweet moans from him, but the tighter I held him the more he tried to rock against me like he loved the helpless feeling I was giving him. He didn’t seem to be in any hurry, so I kept each stage slow. I wanted to keep us from racing toward whatever the more innocent version of Netflix and chill might be. But when he started to whimper, I deepened the kiss again, stroking my tongue against his and being very grown-up with the way my other hand moved down to cup his ass.
Making out seemed to be the only goal, so I just enjoyed tasting him and making him moan as we played his kissing game. Every caress of my tongue got quiet, sweet sounds from him, but squeezing his ass sent shivers through him.
My little firecracker was gently rocking against me, not hard enough to make me come but wonderful enough to keep us both hard. But faint pressure was all it took to throw him off and to have his body jerking like I’d just thrust into him hard.
Gripping my fingers into one cheek got a needy whimper from him and giving him the tiniest of spanks had his entire body lighting up. I could feel every muscle clenching and it was like our slow walk had shifted toward a race to the finish.
Rhodes finally pulled back, breathing heavy and shaking as he started kissing along my jaw. “Daddy… Daddy… please…”
Giving him another pop to his sexy ass, I hummed low and turned my head to kiss his neck. “What do you want, little firecracker? Do you want to explode for Daddy?”
I wasn’t surprised when my impulsive cutie started frantically nodding and pulling on my shirt. “Yes. That. Hurry, Daddy.”
Oh, Daddy’s clothes were staying firmly in place until we’d managed to go over grown-up limits, but he’d made it abundantly clear that he would let me know what he wanted when he was in his Little headspace, so I wasn’t worried about his orgasm.
