“Why would you punish yourself? I mean…” Henry started, but then he blushed and shut his mouth. “Sorry. I’ll be quiet.” He moved his fingers across his lips in a zipping motion.
“We’ll see about that.” His fingers twitched as he reached over his head and placed his hands on the pillow. But he stayed quiet and bit his lip and frowned at me. Leaning over him, I kissed him before I looked at him again. “One day, I’m going to tie you to the bed and teach you a lesson in patience.”
“You do realize that’s not a threat.”
“I’m aware of that, my little sex-driven Monkey.”
“Don’t say sex when we’re not going to do it.”
“Who says that we’re not going to have sex?”
“You did it.”
“No, Cupcake. I said we won’t have sex if you don’t stay still and if you don’t stop being a little wiggle worm.”
“Talking about worms…”
Henry glanced at my hard cock. I should have seen that coming. Before he could erupt into a giggle fit or bring up the one-eyed wonder worm again, I kissed him until I was sure that I had his full attention. Henry moaned into my mouth and thrust his hips up to meet mine. But he kept his hands over his head.
I leaned back enough so he could read my lips. “That’s a good Boy. Such a good Boy for your Daddy.”
“D-does that mean that you’ll fuck me now? Like now-now?”
How could I resist a sweet begging like that? Especially when he was spreading his legs and wiggling his hips. Not to mention that I was hard enough to break rocks and so ready to finally fuck him. Kissing him again, I gently stroked his cheek.
“I’m going to make you mine. Do you understand? It’s not about just fucking you, Henry. I want to make you mine because I love you.”
“Caden?”
“Yes, Cupcake?”
“I don’t care if you fuck me or make love to me, but can you do something. Now.”
For an author, it was a very unromantic thing to say in a situation like this, but it was so much Henry that I laughed. I loved that he just spoke his mind, and even though he could be a demanding little shit at times, it didn’t matter. Because right then, I was more than willing to give in.
As I kissed my way down over his neck to his chest, I flicked my tongue over his cute, hard nipples. Henry moaned and thrust his hips up, so I did it again. Reaching between his legs, I simultaneously played with his nipples and rubbed over his hole. Opening the lube, I coated my fingers with the slick fluid.
“Oh…Ohhh.”
Looking up, I saw that Henry had his eyes closed, so I didn’t bother with an answer. Instead, I continued to play with him. Henry started to thrust his hips up more frequently, and his moans echoed off the walls. I loved the needy noises he made. But the sounds changed to some sweet words when I gently pressed the tip of my lubed finger into him and gently stretched his hole.
“Oh, oh, it’s happening. It’s really happening.”
He was mumbling and moaning as I ran my finger in and out and around his hole. His mumbling became a whine when I pulled out my finger as I prepared to add another one. I tapped his thigh to get his attention since his eyes were closed.
“You okay?”
“Yes. Yes. Please don’t stop. Caden, I’ll die if you stop now.”
“We can’t have that, can we?” Smiling at him, I slipped two of my fingers back in, continuing to stretch him. Henry watched me with this adorable wonder in his eyes. “Does it feel good?”
Henry blinked a couple of times, and then he nodded so quickly that I feared he would give himself whiplash. “Yes. Yes, so good. More? Please, Daddy?”
“Not yet, Cupcake. You need a lot more stretching.”
“No, I don’t.” Raising my eyebrow, I was ready to remind him who was in charge when he continued, “It’s not that nothing ever went there. I’m just a cock virgin. There are sex toys that are supposed to go there, you know?”
Snorting, I stopped the stretching and stared at him. But Henry wasn’t done, and I almost orgasmed when he continued his explanation.
“I’m a bottom, so I tried things. Dildos and butt plugs. I even have a vibrator that…”
Growling, I smacked his hip. “Stop talking about sex toys.”
“Why? You acted like I never had anything up my ass. I was just informing you that I did. So you can skip the third finger and start stretching me for real.”
Un-fucking-believable. Henry was such a sweet, shy, quiet guy, and then he opened his mouth and demanded to be fucked or talked about sex toys. I vividly remembered his excitement about the cock cage, and with the same enthusiasm, he told me about him using sex toys. It was equally surprising and hot.
“One day I’m going to demand a show.”
“A show?”
“Yes. I want to see how you use a dildo. I want to watch you stretch yourself for me.”
“Uh, oh. Naughty. But I like it.”
Of course, he did. Henry liked everything about sex. Sometimes he reminded me of those explorer guys on TV who drove through the undiscovered territory, eager to see every bug, leaf, and waterdrop. Only Henry was anxious to experience every sexual encounter with his Daddy. Pushing that ridiculous thought away, I concentrated on my Boy, applying more lube to my fingers.
“I will tell you when you can use a toy, because right now, the only thing going into that cute little ass is my cock.”
“Yes, Daddy.” Henry glanced down at my cock and moaned shamelessly. By now, I was impressed that he still held his hands over his head. “I like your cock better anyways.”
“Well, thank you, Baby.”
I grinned up at him, but when he smiled back, I gently pushed three
