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I force myself to relax and accept what he gives me, warmth trickling down my spine and pooling in my stomach with each press of his lips and pass of his tongue. That warmth grows into a white-hot heat when his hand skates down my side and encircles my bare hip. It’s not a tight enough hold to bruise, but it’s impossible to ignore. Each pad of his fingers feels like a flame licking at me.
He carefully pushes my hip down, my back pressing into the mattress. His body chases mine, one hand outstretched to brace himself beside my shoulder, his other hand still possessive and firm on my hip. One of his legs slots between mine as he lowers just enough to let me feel him.
“Jake,” I gasp, my hips bucking without my permission. I moan when my cock connects with the coarse hair below his belly button. It’s just scratchy enough to set my nerves ablaze. Pretty sure I’m going to burn all the way up at this rate, everything too hot, yet not enough. “Daddy.”
“What does my boy need?”
“I don’t know.” I press my cock against him again, but it doesn’t feel as good this time. And my head is starting to spin a little too much, making me dizzy. Making me panic. “I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t-”
He stops me with a thumb between my lips. I suck immediately, an instinct at this point. Our eyes lock. “Do you trust daddy to know?”
I nod, sucking his thumb harder before lazily flicking my tongue against the tip. He exhales heavily like the sight does something to him before he moves away from me to sit back against the headboard. I lick my lips, taking in the sight of him. He’s so fucking beautiful. Big and broad with cut muscles and just the right amount of hair. Blue eyes that I swear can see straight into the deepest, darkest parts of me. And he still wants me.
“Come here, baby boy.” I sit up on my knees, letting him grab my hips and pull me into his lap once I’m vertical. He settles me with one leg on each side of him, our cocks pressed against each other. I can’t help but stare. He strokes a hand along my left thigh. “Like what you see?”
“Big,” I whisper. And then, clarifying, “Both of us.”
He hums thoughtfully. “Yes. You’re pretty impressive. My big, beautiful boy."
“Not so big in other places anymore…” I mumble, hating what I see as my eyes fall to my protruding ribs and skinny legs.
“You will be. Don’t you worry about that.” He lets his hand on my thigh trail across my skin until it’s tickling along the base of my cock. “I’ll gladly play with this big part of you in the meantime.”
“He called it small.” I immediately squeeze my eyes shut, shoulders curling inward. I hadn’t meant to say that out loud, but since I did, I might as well finish. “Said it was useless.”
My chest suddenly feels bruised. I bring a hand up to rub the spot, but drop it when I realize how badly it’s shaking. Jake catches it just before it lands and brings it to his chest instead, the hair beneath my fingertips making me open my eyes. I can feel the beat of his heart through his tan skin. Steady. Strong. Sure.
I look into his eyes, relieved to see he’s not disgusted or pitying. There’s the same fire burning in them that I saw earlier just before he kissed me. He still wants me.
“How could something that makes my boy feel so fucking good be useless?” he asks, tilting his head like he’s genuinely confused. “In fact, I have many, many plans for this nice, big cock. Years of plans. Decades of them. This needy cock is going to be my favorite tool in taking you apart and piecing you back together over and over,” he pauses, gripping the base of my cock tight and slowly stroking upward, “And over.”
It feels like my body lights up after being offline for a long time. I shudder with pleasure, my breath leaving me in a puffed, “Oh.”
“Oh,” he agrees, his lips quirking into a sexy smirk. “Do you like that, little one? Do you like daddy’s hand on your big cock?”
“Yes.” I buck against him, wanting him to do it again. “Yes, yes, more. Please, daddy, more.”
“Fucking hell.” He tilts his head back with a throaty groan before settling those intense blue eyes back on me. “You have no fucking idea how badly I’ve wanted this.”
Goosebumps erupt along my skin at the words. He’s wanted this. Wants this. For years. For decades. He wants me.
“Me too,” I whisper. All of it. But, “I’m scared.”
“I know.” He wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me as close to him as he can with our cocks in the way. “But daddy isn’t going anywhere. Daddy’s right here. Are you going to let me make you feel good?”
My voice is small and scared, but I still manage to answer. “Yes, daddy.”
“That’s a good boy.” His big hands smooth along my bare skin until each has an ass cheek cupped in its palm. I moan as he slowly kneads the soft flesh, his thumbs skimming the edges of my crack. I'm just starting to melt against him when he uses his grip to tug me up to my knees. If he wasn't holding onto me so firmly, I would have fallen over from the sudden shift. I nearly fall over anyway when he - without any fucking warning - dips his head down and takes advantage of my new position by trapping the head of my cock between his lips.
"Oh!" I gasp. He chuckles, then sucks me in until his nose is against my public bone. It's impressive. And sexy. And fucking warm, hot, wet, wow. I groan, my thighs shaking so hard that I'm pretty sure the only things keeping me up are his hands. "Oh, oh, oh…"
He pulls off with an obscene pop before dragging his tongue along each side, covering my cock in enough spit to make me drip. His hands squeeze my ass, guiding me down until I'm once again settled in his lap. Just like earlier, he wraps an arm around me and pulls me close, his free hand grabbing the base of my cock. This time when he strokes me, it's all hot and slick and magnificent.
"I can't," I whisper, my teeth starting to clack together as my heart kicks into overdrive. Is it adrenaline? Arousal? Anxiety? All of the above? "J-Jake, I can't."
"You're okay," he promises, his hand skating up my back until it's tangled in my hair. He holds my head steady so I'm forced to look into his eyes. Blue, with tiny specks of white. Dirty blonde hair, one curl loose on his forehead. Freckles scattered across his nose. A smile that's never been cruel. The familiar scent of vanilla, accompanied by orange this time from our shared bath. The sharp tang of sweat and precum just beneath it.
"Jake," I remind myself. This is Jake. This is- "Daddy."
