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“This full-service wash part of the Daddy thing?” Laughing, Quinn obediently moved this way and that as my hands positioned him for better access.
“It is for me.” Standing again, I pulled him flush against me. Maybe not all Daddy Doms got off on doing things for their boys like cooking and showering, but I flat out loved taking care of Quinn, even in ways that weren’t overtly sexual.
“I like it.” He gave me a tentative little smile before stretching to brush a kiss across my mouth. So damn sweet. I got the impression that he hadn’t had anyone take care of him in far too long, and I liked being able to do this for him. Even shampooing his silky hair was a pleasure, as was sending soapy water cascading down his back and the curve of his perfect ass.
I lingered over washing his cock and ass, loving his gasp as I continued my quest to wash him all over. I made the most of the excuse to grope and tease as well, fingers delving along his crack. As soon as I rinsed him off, though, I shut off the water.
“No more water?” Quinn let out a yelp as his damp skin met the warm breeze. The air was more startling than truly cold, the day more than hot enough to make any stray wind welcome.
“Conserving water. This is the part where you cool off, and I heat you right back up again.” I wrapped him up from behind again, letting my bulk shield him from the wind. Holding him like this also meant I could continue to tease, one hand rubbing his pebbled nipples and the other stroking his torso coming closer and closer to his cock until he moaned softly and sagged against me.
“Oh, I do like this. Thank you, Daddy.”
“That’s what I like to hear.” Satisfied that he was sufficiently warmed up, I did what I’d been craving all day and dropped to my knees in front of him. Both in-person and on the phone, when discussing fantasies, Quinn was always very focused on me and my body. Which was fun, and I definitely wasn’t turning down all his attention, but I’d also been dying to play with him more.
Hand falling to my shoulder, he sucked in a harsh breath. “I didn’t think Daddies ever—”
“Shh. This is about me taking care of you, remember?” I punctuated my words by licking at the tip of his cock.
“Yes, Daddy,” he moaned, ass muscles tensing under my hands as if he were fighting the urge to rock his hips.
“Good boy.” I rewarded his restraint with more licking and teasing. I didn’t have Quinn’s scuba-dive-worthy deepthroat skills, but I enjoyed doing this, liked the weight of a cock on my tongue, the salty tang of precome on the tip, the silky soft skin on the shaft, and the brush of fuzzy hair against my cheek. He fit nicely in my mouth too, not so big as to gag me but thick and heavy enough to give me plenty to play with.
“You’re good at this.” His breath came in ragged pants, but he remained still, not demanding or taking. I liked that, him taking pleasure in everything I wanted to give him, letting me lead
“You’re not the only oral one.” I laughed darkly. Sucking harder, I made his cock pulse in my mouth. Probably wouldn’t take much to get him there, but I wasn’t done playing yet. “Spin.”
“I…uh…”
“Trust me,” I soothed with gentle hands on his ass before turning my tone sterner. “Hands on the wall.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good boy. You let Daddy play now.” I’d figured out several encounters ago that he liked it when I gave him orders that pushed him past any embarrassment over particular acts. Making it about following directions seemed to provide him the space he needed to let go and enjoy. “There’s not a part of you that I don’t want to gobble up.”
I made good on that promise too, spreading his ass cheeks and licking right across his rim. Quinn hissed but didn’t pull away, and on the next pass of my tongue, he moaned low. My own cock throbbed, but I ignored it for the time being. I fucking loved being able to do this for him. I licked and teased until he was quivering and whimpering softly as he pushed his ass back at me, his neediness even sexier than his obedience.
“Greedy boy.” Pulling back slightly, I brushed the pad of my thumb across his well-kissed hole. “Do you want more?”
“Yes. More.” He groaned as low as I’d heard from him, and I rewarded him with another swipe of my tongue. “Please, Daddy.”
When he begged that sweetly, there wasn’t anything I wouldn’t give my boy. Still, I was going to make him say it. “Please, what?”
