Mine needed to be another conversation.
“Let’s play a game to help my little firecracker explode.” Reaching between us, I pushed down the shorts and matching blue undies we’d put him in earlier that coordinated with his white shirt with blueberries on it.
He was so hard his cock sprang out and wacked my hand getting a frantic-sounding giggle from my needy boy. “It’s… it’s excited, Daddy.”
I was pretty sure that was his way of making sure I knew he was consenting, so I nodded and wrapped my hand loosely around it. We didn’t have lube or lotion in easy reach, so while that was something I’d fix for next time, I was gentle for the time being.
“Bounce for me. Show me how excited it is to play.” That was an order he was glad to follow and he let out the sexiest moan as he started thrusting his cock into my hand. “Good boy. It’s so excited.”
Keeping the praise simple, I watched his expression closely as I slowly tightened my grip on him. When we got to the point where he was shaking and his eyes were nearly rolling back in his head, I knew we’d found just the right point.
My little firecracker made enough precum that friction wasn’t a problem for long but his patience was a problem. He was trying to go faster and desperate for his orgasm, so I shifted the hand that was on his back and quickly popped his ass.
Oh, he was definitely a firecracker.
Rhodes cried out, gripping my shoulders so hard I knew I was going to have finger-shaped marks later. “Daddy… I…”
“That’s my good boy. Bounce for me.” He chased every drop of pleasure he could get from his orgasm until he collapsed against me, sighing and nuzzling against my neck. “I think that was a fun game.”
He giggled but it was a slightly more grown-up sound. “I got you messy, Daddy.”
“I’ll wash.” Kissing the side of his head, I wrapped my arms around him and held him as he came back down to Earth.
After a few minutes, he nuzzled against me again and let out another pleased sigh. “I had fun playing.”
“I had fun playing and picking out an outfit for my little blueberry.” Every piece of clothing Little Rhodes had related tofood in one way or another. “What do you think we should do now? Cuddle some more? Play another game?”
Was he ready to shift back to being an adult?
The way his fingers started dancing on my chest wasn’t telling me as much as he might’ve thought it was. Thankfully, he either realized that fairly quickly or his brain cleared enough to respond. “What kind of game?”
Still not helpful.
But the kiss to my neck was.
Something about the way he moved and the way he brushed his lips against me said he’d shifted to a more grown-up headspace.
“Well, I need a rematch with the blocks.” His giggle said he knew he’d cheated. “Or I could take my firecracker out for lunch and we find something fun to do?”
Eventually he probably had stuff he needed to get done to prepare for the week, but I wasn’t going to make assumptions about that yet.
“Like a date?” He’d gone very still but I wasn’t sure what part I needed to clarify.
So I played dumb.
“Yes.” Doing my best to sound relaxed, I kissed his head again and ran my hand over his back. “Other than having a pretty good idea about what you like for delivery, I don’t know where we should go right off the bat.”
“I like lots of things.” That was vague as fuck but probably true knowing how food focused he was. “What kind of sit-down restaurants do you like?”
So we knew about each other’s delivery preferences but not much else.
“I’d say we go look for a good burger but I’m still kind of burgered out.” That got another giggle from him and he startedto wiggle like he normally did. “We could do Italian or go get pizza?”
Those should work no matter what headspace he ended up in.
“Pizza?” He felt like the idea perked him up but he still hadn’t stopped hiding yet. “I like pizza.”
“Then it’s a date.” But? I was missing something. “After I get you dressed and we go over to my place so I can change clothes before we go.”
