Page 55 of Love Unlimited

Danger pushed back harder because, maybe for the first time, he wanted something deeper. He wanted to feel Daddy inside him.

More, he signed, fingertips meeting over his head. Daddy gave no evidence of seeing him, still intent on his pleasurable task.

Landon reached one hand behind him, flailing around until his hand met Daddy’s arm, or maybe his shoulder.

Daddy stopped immediately, probably worried that he’d done something wrong. Landon brought his hand back up over his head, signing the word again. More.

Daddy moved to where they could see each other, kneeling over him. His face was shiny with saliva, his hair wild and his eyes filled with passion. More?

Landon nodded, cheek pressed into the blanket.

More… with my fingers?

He nodded again, echoing the word yes with one hand. Because Dustin was perfect and hadn’t even considered whether he was asking for something else.

Daddy leaned over Landon’s back, letting him feel his full weight while he kissed his ear and ground against him. Somewhere in the middle of that, he retrieved the lube from the drawer beside the bed.

He flipped Danger over again, draping the blanket over him from chest to bold, red cock. Fuck, he loved being manhandled like that, positioned and placed wherever Dustin wanted him.

I want to see you when you fall apart, Daddy told him.

Landon nodded. He wanted that, too. Wanted to see Daddy watching him with such fierce tenderness.

Daddy pushed Danger’s legs open, anchoring his feet on the bed. But his hand was gentle as he slipped two slick fingers between Landon’s legs, teasing around the edges of his pucker again.

One finger glided inside, momentarily strange. The pressure was nice, the movement was better. But not exciting yet.

Can you take more? Daddy asked him. Let Daddy show you how good I can make you feel?

Landon would have said no, except it was Daddy asking him, and he wanted to believe it would work. He nodded.

Push out. Let Daddy in. Daddy slid in a second finger and, surprisingly, there was almost no pain. A moment of stretching, a strange pinching feeling and then…

Landon arched off the bed, lightning racing through him. He didn’t know if he’d forgotten it could be this good or if he’d never known, but Daddy’s fingers strumming along his prostate were everything.

He thrashed on the bed, hands twisted in the blanket, mouth open and screaming. “Daddy!” he voiced again, throat raw.

It was all too much, too many perfect sensations coming together. The knots in his sides, like Daddy was touching him everywhere. The tight laces around his cock, letting him know he was owned and adored. Daddy’s fingers, so deep inside him, while the final rope stimulated him from both sides. And beneath it all, the velvety blanket that Daddy had incorporated into their play, making him fuck it like the horny boy he was.

“Daddy!” he cried out again. He couldn’t sign. Couldn’t even think. Couldn’t open his eyes.

He was going to come. There was nothing that could stop him, not even the ribbon that was supposed to hold him back.

And then he felt it release. Just like that. A simple tug, a quick swipe of Daddy’s fingers. For a second he couldn’t even place what had changed.

But that was Daddy, taking off the restriction and telling him to let go. He was coming and coming, with pleasure so intense that it had no beginning and no end.

He hardly noticed Daddy withdrawing his hand from his ass. But he definitely felt Daddy holding their cocks together, thrusting his erection against Landon’s dick, slick with cum and still entangled with the ribbon.

Landon grabbed onto his shoulders, needing something, anything to hold onto and keep him grounded. Needing Daddy.

Needing that look in Daddy’s eyes when he threw his head back, mouth open in a scream and hot jizz covering his fist.

Needing the heavy weight of Daddy’s body as Landon came again, or maybe he was still coming, shaking apart, fluttering into nothing like flower petals in the wind.

Daddy was covering him, tethering him, letting his flower petal pieces drift to the ground and then slowly coalesce into something that was small and treasured and completely Daddy’s.

They kissed, slowly and languidly, panting breaths tangling together.