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I didn't think I could hunger for someone again, but then he entered my life, turning my world on its axis. I was too busy thinking about what I deserve but what about him? I might think I shouldn't be happy but he definitely deserves to be. In every way.
Resting my hands on his hips, I lean down to press our foreheads together. “We'll just have to play it all by ear. Noexpectations and no promises of anything.” I'm not sure I can give either of those things to another person.
“None whatsoever? What if I expect you to keep me filled with your cum during the day and to lick it out of me at night? What if I expect you to wake me in the morning with your tongue and cock? What if I promise to let you use me whenever you want, even when I'm sleeping?”
My next breath catches in my throat. “There's a reason they say there's exceptions to rules.” Gripping him tighter, I lift him by his legs and carry him to the couch.
“What about the food?” His back hits the cushions as I set him down, and I yank his pants off, taking his underwear down with them.
“I'd rather eat something else right now, and I want to focus on the expectations I am able to meet. That way I no longer have to think about the ones I can't.” This I can give him. This I can promise and keep.
Dark and heated, his eyes follow me as I hook onto his hips and lift him to my face, burying my tongue between his cheeks. Moaning, he grabs on the back cushion, wiggling his body as I lick along his seam. I switch between slow and fast strokes, giving his twitching hole kisses in between. Lifting him higher, I circle my tongue over his wrinkled skin and add a little suction.
He's vibrating and flushed all over. So beautiful. “You taste so good mixed with me.” Likemine. I can't say it out loud yet and didn't expect to be able to think it either. I take myself by surprise whenever I'm with Phillip. I never have to overthink anything with him, and nothing ever feels like too much of an effort. It's a breath of fresh air. So is he, and I want to keep taking him in.
“I love how needy you are for me. How slutty your little hole is, still open and slick from my cock.” Spreading his cheeks more, I flick my tongue in and out of his welcoming hole, teasing him forwhat's to come. He's a blubbering mess, thrashing and shaking. Wanting him to give me more of his sounds and taste, I thrust my tongue inside him, diving in and out. Fuck, I want him so much. There's no use lying to myself about it anymore. I want Phillip and it never lessens.
I rub my chin over his hole, my stubble reddening his skin more, and he bucks his hips as I slide my nose up and down his crack.
“Oh. I can't hold back anymore.”
“Go ahead, baby. Come for Daddy.” I shove my tongue back inside him, wrapping my fingers around his pretty, swollen cock. He makes throaty sounds, fucking his ass against me as he comes. I kiss my way up his body and don't stop until I reach his lips. He tastes like cherry and fries with a hint of smoke.
I'm not a fan of the taste of cigarettes but Phillip makes everything taste better. The air is more refreshing. Every room is brighter. I can tolerate places I hate easier when he's there. My tongue sweeps over his and I pull away to lick up the mess he made on his stomach. His salty taste bursts in my mouth and I collect every drop of his cum on my tongue, wishing for more when it's gone. I kiss his mouth again, my lips rubbing over that sweet smile, before getting off the couch and grabbing our food.
“Ready to finish your dinner?”
“Mm,” is all he says and he stretches his body out on the couch, his half-hard cock resting on his stomach. He sits up before I can lower myself on the couch and situates himself on my lap as soon as I sit down, rubbing his ass over my cock. “Now I am.” He smirks, pulling the burger from my fingers. Brat.
To my surprise, he eats most of the food, leaving me with one burger. He acts like he hasn't eaten in years. Did he go most of the day without food? Sometimes his anxiety decreases his appetite.
Leaving his clothes on the floor and the empty bags on the table, I carry him to the bedroom. Too tired for a shower, he settles on brushing his teeth and washing his face beside me before slipping into bed. I climb in behind him after stripping out of my clothes, and he reaches over me to grab the remote. It really does feel like this is an everyday routine. With him putting on a movie and resting his head on my chest, this house is actually starting to feel more like home. After having him here more than once, coming back here at the end of a long day only feels right when we plan to do it together.
Yeah, I've fucked up and crossed boundaries. But when he looks up at me with those round blue eyes, smiling, I'm not sure I'd do anything differently if given the chance. Not after knowing what it's like to have his naked body pressed against mine at night and hearing him call me Daddy.
Fourteen
Phillip
“You said I'd get to come with you everywhere you go,” I say, pouting, and slam my hand on the car window.
“I know, burrito, but maybe that's not the best idea this time. What if things get too dangerous at the club? What if we're outnumbered? A job like this is better done alone. I can slip out of tricky situations easier if I'm alone. If I have you with me, then I have way more than just myself to worry about.”
I glance out the window and back at him. “But Tyson scares me.”
“It's really strange to me who scares you and who doesn't.”
“The guy never smiles, and I'm not sure he can blink either.”
Sighing, he links our fingers together. “I can promise you you'll be in good hands. He doesn't have to smile and blink in order to keep you alive.”
I look at Tyson one more time, biting my lip with uncertainty stirring in my gut. “I don't know, maybe if he blinked more, hewould have had clearer vision and could have noticed that guy following us into the hospital.”
He laughs. “Baby. You're being unreasonable now. Do you need me to walk you inside?”
Baby. I didn't think I’d like being called something as much as I did hisgood boybut I was wrong. I squeeze his hand, smiling a little. “You called me baby outside of sex.”
“Did I? It just slipped out I guess.”
