Page 43 of Stars Like Confetti

"Yes, you can, baby boy," Theo encouraged. "Can you give me one more? But I want you to wait." Another curl of their fingers, and I gasped. "Wait until my cock is buried so deep inside of you that you can taste it."

I moaned at the visual alone, clenching around Daddy's fingers. "Daddy, please."

"Tell me."

I could only let out another pathetic whimper in response.

"Shea…" Theo scolded. "Tell me. Tell me you can be a good boy and wait for Daddy to come."

"I…" I truly didn't think I could, but I said it anyway. "I can wait."

"Good boy. You ready for me, little one?"

"I was ready ten minutes ago!" I pressed through gritted teeth. A second orgasm quickly built and I readied myself to crash over the edge—I just couldn't wait—but then the high was ripped away from me with Theo's fingers withdrawing.

I snarled in frustration, gripping the blanket to either side of me, desperate to hold onto something. Daddy crawled up my body again, positioning themself between my legs and feeding a hand between us to line their cock up with my entrance.

It only took one arch of my hips for them to breach my entrance, gasping as they easily slipped inside me. I groaned, a low guttural sound that ripped from deep in my chest. Daddy silenced me with their lips on mine, swallowing the noises that burst through. They rocked their hips slowly, filling me with every glorious inch of their cock. I stretched around its girth and just when I thought I couldn't take anymore, Theo brushed my cheek with their thumb. "You're taking my cock so well baby," they praised.

That spurred me onward. I met them halfway on the next thrust, and it was only when they stroked my cheek again and their thumb came away wet that I realized I was crying.

"Am I hurting you?" they asked, already preparing to pull out.

I stilled them with my hands tight on their hips and shook my head vehemently. I steadied my emotions with a deep inhale and encouraged them to keep going. With one more gentle thrust from Theo, our hips were flush together. I paused to catch my breath. Theo panted, muscles taut like they were at the end of their rope. "You okay?" they asked me through gritted teeth.

I wriggled my hips, adjusting to the intrusion and nodding in response to Theo's question.

"Yes, Daddy," I panted. "I'm okay. I’m ready." Confident that they wouldn't take this feeling away from me, I threaded my hand through Theo's hair and tugged, bringing their mouth back to mine. "Show me the stars, Theo."

Chapter Twenty-Two

Theo

Shea's words nearly unraveled me on the spot. My thighs and biceps trembled, but only with the effort of holding myself back. I couldn't hurt him—I wouldn't hurt him. He'd known enough pain in his short life. I wasn't going to cause him anymore. I was going to hold him, cherish him, and show him the true meaning of love. I ducked into his neck, licking across the sensitive skin and giving an experimental roll of my hips. Shea moaned and arched his back to meet me, pressing against my tongue and pushing his heat against my crotch.

"Fucking hell, Theo…" Shea muttered, clearly having had enough of the gentle act. He pushed at my shoulders, shifting until I laid on my back beneath him and he could straddle my lap. His skin glistened wetly in the slow light, arousal providing just the right amount of lubrication for him to sink down on my cock in one swift move. Despite having a thick padded leather panel separating us, I still felt his body heat, the wetness seeping down the leather and pooling in my groin. Shea raised up and sank back down, eyes rolling back in his head.

My hands fell to his hips, and mine met him thrust for thrust.

His hands blanketed mine and squeezed, locking our fingers together. He bounced on his knees, his hips rolling my dick over that sweet spot inside him. When his head dropped and his eyes peeled open, his attention fell to my chest, and I couldn't even fathom the thought of telling him no.

Shea could have whatever he wanted—my body, the breath from my lungs, and my whole heart.

Clenching the hidden muscles in my stomach, I tugged myself to sitting. Shea spat onto my tits, letting saliva dribble down the hot, tender skin. Like a magnet, his mouth latched onto my left nipple, his hand cupping the right.

I'd never been so into a partner paying attention to my chest but with him? It was easy. To him, my body parts weren't gender, they weren't conditional to his attention, to his attraction to me. They were exactly that: body parts. It didn't matter that there was plush skin beneath his touch rather than rigid pecs. The cock buried inside of him was silicone rather than blood and flesh, and Shea still dripped around me just the same. It wasn't gender to him, it was… human. They meant sex and arousal…

Comfort.

I threw my head back and moaned, and Shea sucked harder. Teeth gently sank into the tender nub abused beneath his tongue. And if I spread my legs a little more and arched my hips just right, every bounce from Shea pressed the leather pad against my piercing at the perfect angle. Pleasure built quickly, rippling through my veins so violently that I trembled from the sheer desire.

I had to see him.

I had to watch him fall apart.

I peeled my eyes open to see him watching me already, blue eyes shining in the moonlight. The breath whooshed out of my body, lungs burning and desperate for oxygen.

I didn't care.