He had the cutest dick, small and erect, thrusting up in the air. I stroked up his thighs and behind him again and grasped those round cheeks of his. I squeezed, then spread them apart.
“Oh, god, Daddy,” he groaned. “Please. Please.”
“Please, what? You want Daddy’s mouth on your cock, sucking you off?”
“Yes!” he cried out. “I need it, please. I’ve wanted it for so long.”
I grabbed him by the thighs and wrapped my lips around him, rising to my feet and taking him along with me. His legs rested on my shoulders as I pressed his back harder into the wall and worked on him with my tongue. I deep-throated him, which he seemed to love. He went wild, forgetting his hands on the wall as he pulled at my hair.
“Daddy Callum!” he gasped, head thrashing against the wall. “Please. Please. I want—I need.”
I didn’t know his body well enough yet, and Ashton gave me only a millisecond of warning before he was screaming his release, hands gripping painfully and hard enough to uproot strands. It was still enough time to avoid him coming into my mouth, but I wanted to taste him. Was his release as sweet as the rest of him?
It wasn’t, but it was all him, the tangy flavor spurting onto my tongue and hitting the roof of my mouth. I sucked him off throughout the ripples that shuddered him against the tiles. His legs shook on my shoulders, and when nothing was left for him to give me, he slumped back against the wall. His body didn’t stop shivering. He had his eyes closed, breathing harshly as he fought to regain his breath.
I lowered him from my shoulders with ease, allowing his body to rub against mine on his way down. When we were on mouth level to each other, I kissed him, feeding his cum into his mouth. He collected eagerly, moaning as his tongue swathed the inside of my mouth for as much as he could take back.
Even after he’d swallowed, I continued kissing him. I couldn’t stop. My cock was hard and ready to sink into him, but I held back, giving him the time to unwind. I pressed one last hard kiss to his lips and stared at him while he blinked his eyes open with a lazy smile.
“Sorry, I couldn’t help it,” he said, but he didn’t look sorry at all. He seemed rather pleased with himself, and I didn’t blame him. He got his heart’s content. I’d agreed to be his Daddy, and I’d made him come a second time with no thought to my own release.
“We’re not finished yet, not by a long shot.” I grabbed the bar of soap to help wash him. “We’ll take a break, but make no mistake, boy. Before the day has ended, Daddy is going to mount you like you’re a filly in heat and fuck that tight ass.”
Chapter Eight
Ashton
I stepped inside the kitchen area, but one whiff of the greasy fried bacon had me bolting back to the bathroom, where I threw up. After sex in the shower with Callum, he’d left me to finish washing up so he could make me breakfast. My stomach seemed to be in disagreement with what he’d prepared.
After the vomiting stopped, I brushed my teeth for the second time that morning and returned to the kitchen. This time I moved more cautiously, sniffing the air. He seemed to have sprayed something to mask the odor. A woodsy pine scent now lingered in the air, blotting out the smell of the grease that upset my stomach.
When I entered the kitchen, Callum glanced up at me. “You okay?”
I took a seat at the small two-seater table. What did he do when he was entertaining? The place was smaller than I was used to, and every inch of it looked well lived in. In my home were rooms I’d never been in since I was born.
“Yes, but I don’t think I’ll be able to handle breakfast.”
“That’s fine. I threw out the bacon. I temporarily forgot why you were here. That you got completely wasted last night.”
He’d thrown out his bacon for me? My stomach fluttered, but this time it wasn’t from the urge to spill my guts. He was looking out for me.
With all his gruff exterior and the way he’d rebuffed me for an entire month, he’d let his guard down enough to care about me, and it warmed my heart. I didn’t want to let him down with the list he’d mentioned. I couldn’t even begin to imagine what was on it.
A frown once again creased his forehead. I squirmed in my seat, which caused his shirt to ride up, and I found my bare ass on the wood of the chair. I eased up a little to tuck the shirt back under my ass. I still had no idea where my clothes were. He’d laid out just the shirt for me. No underwear. No pants. My body hummed with anticipation of when he’d remove the shirt. That blow job in the bathroom earlier was just the beginning.
“I think everyone gets wasted on their twenty-first birthday.” I downplayed how beaten I’d felt last night. His rejection had hurt. He’d made me hopeful and then walked out on me.
He brought over a steaming cup to the table and placed it right before me. “Here you go. Since you like the Libertine so much, I figure you’d like this.”
“It has marshmallows,” I said aloud, staring at the mini marshmallows swimming in the dark, hot liquid. I’d never had them in coffee before.
“It’s coffee prepared with the same combination of milk we use for the Libertine. The shaved chocolate and marshmallows add a nice little mix I thought you’d like.”
“Do you offer this on the menu downstairs?”
“No, not yet.”
“So I’m your test subject, then?”
“No, you’re just worth the trouble.”
I smiled, preening at his words and relaxing after that. There was no way in hell things could get bad after that line.
“Thank you.”
I gratefully picked up the cup and drank from the steamy brew. He was right that the chocolate and marshmallows added something more to the coffee. It was richer and the liquid thicker. Warmth filled my belly, and I moaned. I took another sip, then another before I became aware of Callum watching me.
“Don’t judge me.” I took another sip. “You make the best damn coffee. You got me hooked to your coffee shop in case you can’t tell.”
“And here I thought you just came around for me to draw hearts on your coffee cup.”
He chuckled, turning his back to me when the toaster popped. He came back to the table and placed a small plate of toast before me.
“I came around for you,” I answered without hesitation.
“And why did you do that? Because you saw the tattoo and figured out what it meant?”
“I only saw the tattoo after, but the tattoo made me bold enough to hit on you.”
He grunted. “I don’t think you have a problem being bold at all.”
No sense acting demure now. “Yeah, I’m not shy at all. I see what I want, and I go after it. I’m sure you can tell.”
“That’s pretty forward for a boy, don’t you think? Couldn’t you let Daddy do the pursuing?”
There he went across the kitchen from me again. He returned with a pen and notepad, which I assumed held his rules, but he didn’t show them to me.
“If I did that, you’d never have approached me,” I pointed out. “So I’m glad I didn’t stop until I wore you down. All the blows to my ego were worth it.”