13. Thomas

CHAPTER 13

Thomas

All my resistance evaporates as Arlo throws himself against me. My hands are all over his perfect body, running over clothes and skin as my mouth devours him. Almost immediately, he opens up, slipping his tongue hungrily against mine. He's so warm in my arms, and he tastes like toothpaste, sleep, and something sweet that's uniquely him.

I hadn't realized how badly I'd been craving this, but in that moment, I know it's been ever since I laid eyes on him in the airport lounge. This boy just tripped and fell into my heart when I was least expecting it. All this time, I've been fighting the inevitable.

"Daddy," he mumbles against my lips, and I fucking whimper in response. I've been afraid this is all too good to be true.

It's time to let go and give in. Because apparently this is really happening, and I'd be a fool to reject it simply due to fear.

"Arlo," I say back, thrusting my fingers through his thick, dark hair and cradling the back of his head. My other arm snakes around his waist, hugging him against me. I want to take care of him in every way. He doesn't need to worry about a thing.

Except it's not just kissing. He's grinding against me, clearly already hard, which isn't surprising as I woke up that way having dreamed of him all night. I knew when he begged me to share the bed with him, there was a chance I wouldn't be able to resist temptation. I told myself if he didn't start anything, then I'd keep my distance and be respectful. After our conversation yesterday evening, he knew where I stood.

And apparently, he's made it very clear where he stands. Or lies, rather. He tugs at me as he rolls onto his back, yanking me until I'm hovering above him on my hands and knees.

I grin, my heart racing. "Bossy baby," I say appreciatively.

He giggles and wriggles beneath me. Last night, I very much enjoyed how cute he was in his jammies with the duckies all over them. The pocket has a speech bubble on it that says ‘Quack!' I drop my head down and kiss it, touching my lips above his heart.

"What do you want, sweetheart?" I ask as I lean back again.

He's panting below me, his eyes dilated and his body trembling. Fuck, I could just eat him all up. But he needs to set the pace and give me boundaries.

"I…I…" He gasps, hands fluttering over my back as he writhes against me.

"Shh," I soothe, then press a kiss to his damp forehead. "It's okay. Daddy's here. You can have whatever you want. Why don't we take it slow?"

But he shakes his head. "I don't want to waste a single second with you," he says in a rush, his expression earnest.

Damn. I know that feeling.

Nodding, I swallow. "Me, neither, baby. Do you want Daddy to take our clothes off?"

The little puff of air that escapes his lungs along with his smile tells me he's relieved and that was the right suggestion. He squirms, trying to raise his arms above his head despite being caged by my body.

"Off, Daddy! Off!" He's humming and laughing as I kiss his cheeks and neck, skimming my hands over his lithe body, loving all his hot, pale skin.

As I help him remove his T-shirt, I see he's not so pale anymore. The blush from his face is traveling down his chest, blossoming like a flower. He's only got a little dark hair between his pecs and a happy trail on his soft tummy, leading me down into the best kind of temptation.

"What do you want, baby boy?" I ask as I press kisses below his belly button, my fingers looping under the elastic of his pajama pants, moving toward his hips and back again.

He arches his back and whimpers. It's so glorious. I know I'll remember such a delicious sight for a long time to come.

"Touch me, Daddy," he rasps. "Kiss me. I want it so badly. We can play any game you want."

"Is that right?" I'm deliberately teasing him as I mouth kisses through the material against his straining cock. He's squirming and making fists against the bedsheet, but he's just lying there for me, submitting to whatever I want to do.

It's incredible.

"Yesss," he hisses before gasping for air.

I chuckle darkly, reaching up and pinching his nipple. "Are you Daddy's good boy?"

"Yes, yes, please!" he squawks.

For a second, I wonder how long it's been since he had this kind of sex with anyone. Then I decide it doesn't matter, because there's no way that those awful boys from before took care of him the way I'm going to.

I want to keep things simple, physically speaking. I don't want to waste time prepping him for penetration or anything. Besides, my condoms are in the bathroom, and I have no intention of leaving this bed until we've both come our brains out. But I want to see what kinds of verbal stimuli he likes the best.

I rub my nose against his hard length through the cotton, inhaling his musky scent. "Daddy wants to play a game with his new favorite toy. Do you want that, baby?"

"Yes, yes!" he begs, making my own cock throb in my boxers.

Here's where I want to take a chance. Like Arlo said, we haven't got a minute to waste together. So I take the plunge, hoping I haven't completely misread what he told me yesterday.

He said he loves sex. He just wants to be treated with respect afterward.

I can do that. I can do that in spades.

"Such a little slut for Daddy, aren't you, baby boy?"

He doesn't even flinch or hesitate or anything. There are tears in his eyes as he lifts his head to look down his body at where my face is still nuzzling against his hard, leaking cock.

"I'm such a fucking slut, Daddy," he hisses. "Help me, please! Touch me! I'll be sooooo good for you."

His moaning and wailing tip me over the edge. I stop messing around and hook my fingers over his waistband to drag his pants over his butt and down his legs. He lifts his hips to help me discard them, and I throw the covers totally off us as well as we're already overheating.

There's my boy, splayed out and totally naked for me.

All mine.

"Good boy," I mutter before dropping down and swallowing his cute, skinny cock down in one movement. He screams in pleasure, so loud it makes me grateful that all the villas are a reasonable distance away from each other.

"Daddy, Daddy, Daddy," he's babbling as he quivers under me. "So good. I love it. Thank you, Daddy. Don't stop. I love it."

I play with him for a while, but I don't want him to come just yet. When I pop off, he cries out and whimpers, but I capture his pouting mouth in a fierce kiss, letting him taste himself.

"Do you want to suck on Daddy's cock, you little slut?"

He digs his fingers into my flanks and tries to rut his cock against mine which is tented obscenely in my underwear. "Fuck, Daddy! Yes, please. Please let me!"

We're still kissing messily, but I break away just for a second to whip off my T-shirt, then mumble my words against his lips. "Are you going to be a good boy for Daddy and take his cock?"

"Yes, yes!" he yelps.

"Are you going to lie back and let Daddy fuck your pretty, slutty mouth?"

He mewls and nods as I lean back. It's easier to quickly stand up and shove my boxers down, but I don't hate the way he drinks my body in with wide, wet eyes.

"Daddy, you're so hot," he moans, almost like it's a bad thing. I drop my head back and laugh before crawling over him again. He runs his hands over my body—darker, thicker, and hairier than his own. "So fucking hot."

I capture his bottom lip between my teeth, dragging it through before releasing it. "Such a slutty potty mouth," I admonish. "Daddy needs to shut it up."

"Yessss," he practically howls as I move up the bed.

For a second, I just rub the fat tip of my cock against his swollen lips. He's lying there with his head on the pillow, hands on either side of his head as he stares up at me with spiky lashes, his breaths ragged.

"Jesus Christ, you're gorgeous," I utter, reveling in the moment a little longer. "My perfect baby boy."

"Daddy," he whispers, then gives my dick a saucy little lick, capturing the dripping precum.

"Fuck," I grunt, pushing my length past his lips, feeding him until he can't take any more. When he splutters, I almost withdraw in a panic. But he grabs two handfuls of my ass and holds me there, breathing heavily through his nose as he slides the head of my cock down his throat.

And swallows.

"Shit! Fuck!" I bellow.

Our eyes lock. Now that he's got me where he wants me, he's stopped moving. He even drops his hands back down by his head, fluttering his eyelashes as he swallows again.

I asked if I could fuck his mouth.

He said yes.

I'm careful at first. I don't know his body well enough yet, so I need to test his limits. But wow this boy is a slut. He knows exactly how to drive me wild as he takes me deep, and from the delicious moans coming from him, he's loving every second of it.

Lucky me.

I watch my length sliding in and out of his beautiful mouth. I could come right now, but I don't want that just yet. I grit my teeth and enjoy the gift he's giving me for as long as I can stand. But then I have to pull out before I ruin everything.

He gasps for air. I let him catch his breath as I scoot back down the bed, aligning our bodies so our cocks line up. I kiss his neck as I wrap my hand around us both, vigorously stroking our slippery dicks against each other.

"Come for me, baby boy," I growl into his ear, nipping at the lobe. "Come for Daddy. I know you can. My good boy."

He arches his back, screwing up his face and scratching my back, and he starts spurting all over me. It's all I need to release myself, my vision blacking out for a second as the orgasm rips through me.

When I regain my senses, I gasp for air just like Arlo did, gathering him in my arms and hugging him tightly to me, not caring about the sticky mess between us. Actually, I love that the evidence of our tryst is painted all over our bodies.

"Oh, baby," I grunt, planting kisses all over his face and hair. "Arlo, sweetheart. That was so perfect. You were so good for Daddy. Did you like that?"

When he doesn't answer, I lean back to look at him.

He turns away from me, tears streaming down his cheeks.

My heart drops. "Baby, no," I rasp, utterly horrified. "What's wrong? Are you okay?"

He shakes his head, making me even more worried, but then he's pawing at my back and hugging me again, tucking his face against my neck.

"That was amazing, Daddy," he utters between sobs. "I'm sorry. I've got too many feelings. But I loved it! It was amazing. Don't go anywhere. Please stay."

Relief crashes through me harder than the orgasm. I hug him with everything I have, rolling us onto our sides so we can lie together. "I'm right here, baby boy," I assure him. "I'm not going anywhere. Daddy's going to take care of you because you're beautiful and perfect and…and…"

"And a little slut?" he asks shyly, peeking at me through wet lashes, a hint of a smile on his lips.

"The bestest, sweetest, loveliest slut," I tell him.

He dissolves into giggles that are still punctuated by the occasional hiccuping sob. I can appreciate he's probably got a lot going on in his head right now.

But I keep my promise. I don't move an inch. I keep him wrapped up in my arms as he slowly comes down from his high, telling him that he's good and beautiful and mine. When he's ready, I'll get us in the shower, then see if he wants to go to breakfast or order more room service. Whatever he wants, whatever he needs.

Because he's right. I'm done fighting this. We're not going to waste a single moment of this precious time we have together.