“Yes, Daddy,” I moaned, loving the sound of those words on my lips. Daddy Callum.
Oh, how I’d wanted this since the day I met him, and now finally he was mine.
Chapter Seven
Callum
Ashton’s acquiescence was a thing of absolute beauty when he called me Daddy. The words felt so right on his lips and shattered any lingering doubt that I could forget about this boy and move on with my life. While he slept this morning, I’d watched him, creepy as it was, running over my options.
They’d all ended up with Ashton and me together.
Could I really be this unfortunate in choosing two boys who were alike? I saw a depth in Ashton I’d never seen in Mario. That had to be something. Small as it was, that led me to decide on this spoiled vision of perfection.
My list of rules would set a precedent for our relationship, and if he balked at any of them, I could always end things before the relationship got any further.
Ashton went down on his knees before me, grasping my cock. I sucked in a deep breath as his slender hand closed around my thick base, fighting like hell not to go with the flow.
Not yet.
I dug my fingers into his luxuriously unkempt hair and pulled his head back until he stopped focusing on my cock, stopped smacking his lips and humming with pleasure.
“We use safe words,” I told him, referring to my number one rule. “For now, we can use the traffic light system, but you’ll need to come up with one just for you. I need to know if I do anything that makes you uncomfortable.”
“Okay, I understand.” His eyes dropped from mine back to my cock. “Anything else? I really want to suck your cock. It’s so big. I want to see how much of it I can fit into all my holes.”
I stamped down the urge to smirk. From the way he stared at my cock, I could tell what he thought about it. My cock twitched in his tight hold, and my balls hung heavy with desire.
“You need to ask permission first.” The first lesson was to teach him patience.
“Please, Daddy Callum,” he said breathlessly. “Can I suck on your cock?”
“You’ll do so with no hands. Mouth open and do not move until I tell you to. Is that clear, boy?”
“Yes, Daddy. I’ll do what you say.”
I scowled at him. “Then why are you still holding my cock?”
He dropped his hand immediately. “I’m so sorry, Daddy. Forgive me.”
“You need to pay attention, boy. You want to come, don’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Then follow instructions. Keep still and open that smart mouth of yours.”
He did as I said, rocking back on his heels with his mouth open. I stroked his hair in encouragement and gave him a smile.
“You do know how to be a good boy, don’t you?”
He couldn’t answer as I inserted my cock between those pouty lips. He sucked on the tip as it went in, but it felt so good I couldn’t reprimand him.
It had been so long since I’d had proper sex with anyone. Since moving here, I’d had little time to hook up with anyone, given my busy schedule working at the coffee shop.
When half my length was in his mouth, I pulled out and thrust again, careful not to slide too far down his throat. I’d gotten an eyeful of his pert little ass and couldn’t wait to watch that pretty pink hole open up and fully accommodate my length. I’d forgotten how much I loved splitting my boy open with my cock.
“Harder, boy,” I instructed him, running my hands over his slender shoulders. “I’ve listened to you use your mouth to make all sorts of propositions this past month. Now back up that talk and take that dick like the good little boy you are. You’re going to be Daddy’s little slut, aren’t you?”
He whimpered, sucking harder on my rod, head bobbing. The more I talked smack to him, the noisier he got.
I braced my hands on the slippery tiled walls behind him, rocking my hips. He didn’t back down, and I was impressed at how much he could take, at how well he relaxed his throat and allowed me to press all my length inside.
His tongue game was spot-on too. It was never out of the foray for long. When I pulled out of his mouth and slapped his lips, his tongue came out to play, licking and frolicking with my cock. I raised my cock, placed it vertically along his nose, and he simply shifted his head and took my balls into his mouth while I fisted my cock and stroked furiously.
“Fuck, you’re good,” I grunted as he licked the seam between my balls. “You’re going to make Daddy come all over that pretty face of yours. Would you like that?”
He released my balls and peered up at me, breathing hard.
“Yes, Daddy. Please come all over me.”
I never once stopped stroking as I stared into his upturned and eager face. “You don’t want to come with me inside you?” I was surprised at his willingness for me to come without him.
I always had to make Mario come first. The spoiled brat would always pitch a bitch fit. And moments after coming, he’d lose interest or pretend to, just to fuck with my head.
“I can be patient, Daddy,” he said with a small smile. “I’ve waited this long, and I know that once it happens, it’s going to be so good.”
“You’ve been so good I think I should reward you. I’m going to make you come so hard that when I’m not around, you’ll be able to come from just thinking about it.”
A whooshing air left him, followed by a gasping breath. “Please, Daddy. I love it when you talk dirty to me.”
“My spoiled bratty boy, we’ve just begun.”
I motioned for him to get off his knees, and when he responded immediately, I pulled him into my arms and slanted my lips over his. The kiss melted everything inside me.
He had a way of curling up into my chest that made me want to shield him from the world and keep him safe. I backed him into the wall at his back and brought both his hands up above his head.
“Keep them there. No matter how good it feels to have Daddy’s mouth sucking on your beautiful cock, don’t move your hands.”
“Okay, Daddy.”
I dropped another kiss on his lips before I worked on his body with my mouth and hands. “Is this what I’m going to have to use to control you?” I asked, licking his earlobe. “Am I going to have to promise to lick your nipples, suck your cock—” I reached behind him and pinched his ass, and he jumped, almost removing his hands from its position. “Eat this sweet round ass, fucking your hole with my tongue to keep you in line?”
“Ugh.” He sounded confused as if he wasn’t sure of what his answer should be.
“Answer me when I ask you a question, boy.”
“N-no, Daddy,” he whimpered. “Y-you don’t have to. I’ll behave, but I’d still want you to do all those things to me.”
I licked at his small flat pink nipple, lapping it to a pebbled peak. His chest heaved beneath me, and he squirmed, his loud moans filling the bathroom. But he kept his hands pinned above his head like a good little boy.
I ran my hands from his ass, over his hips to his muscled stomach, liking how toned he was. This bit of difference meant the world to me, reminded me that this was Ashton, and he wasn’t the same.