Chapter 10

Reed

“Baby, we’re gonna have to do something about that language,”

I said with a laugh. Jakob groaned at the realization that his thoughts had, yet again, slipped out of his head. He might be annoyed at himself over it, but I loved it. In tense moments, he never made me wonder what was going through his mind. “But right now, we have to do something else.”

“What’s that, Papa?”

Jakob asked through gritted teeth.

He was desperately trying to maintain his control, but I wanted him to beg for it. Beg for me. My hand that had started on his knee had wandered up from his thigh until it rested on his cock. I felt his bulge grow harder beneath my hand. With each twitch, I had to remind myself to slow down. I wanted to fucking devour this man.

“We need to figure out if you like blowjobs.”

Jakob’s lips formed a perfect O, but no sound came out. With more effort than I’d ever willingly admit, I switched positions so that Jakob was on his back, and I was crouched over him. My cock throbbed, but I did my best to ignore it. Jakob’s first blowjob was the priority, and I needed to make sure he saw stars.

I reached up to unhook his slacks and push them down over his narrow hips and slender legs. His skin was warm and covered by sparse hair, in contrast to my own. Some days, I considered waxing or shaving, but given how Jakob had slipped his hands under my shirt earlier and combed his fingers through the hair covering my chest, perhaps it wasn’t needed. With a few squirms, I was able to take his pants off him. His cock strained against the fabric of his boxer shorts and a small wet spot stained the thin fabric. The boxers were too adult for him and were covered in a staid striped pattern. My boy needed something fun, and I made a mental note to rectify that as soon as possible.

I leaned forward and brushed my mouth against Jakob’s. It was sweet and chaste and not nearly enough. I pulled back a fraction, and Jakob gripped my head to pull me back to him. My mouth settled on his again, but he parted his lips so my tongue could slip inside instead. His sweet sounds spurred me on, and my tongue tangled with his in a steady rhythm.

Jakob moaned deep in his chest, and I forced myself to tear away from his mouth. With a few tugs, I had his shirt off and then did the same with my own. I kissed along his jaw and down his throat, followed by more nibbles as I made my way across his heaving chest. Similar to the rest of his body, his chest hair was sparse and fine, but he was no twink. His shoulders were broad, and we were evenly matched in size.

When I reached his waist, I teased my tongue along the edge of his boxers, and he thrust his hips up to meet my mouth. With a chuckle, I grasped his hips and held them steady so I could make my way farther down. I mouthed along the outline of his dick, licking and sucking at his shaft with just the thin fabric between us. The wet fabric clung to his thickened cock and the scent of his precum was a heady drug. I teased his shorts down a little and was rewarded with one of his filthy moans. It was guttural in a way I’d never heard. My cock begged for relief, but I did my best to ignore it.

As I slipped his boxers lower, I licked a stripe across the exposed part of his dick. With each inch of beautiful flesh revealed, I kissed and sucked more. Jakob uttered nothing more than whimpers and moans. It was a goddamn symphony.

When his cock was finally free, I leaned back so I could fully appreciate it. I might be biased, but damned if it wasn’t the prettiest cock I’d ever seen. It was flushed pink with a deep fuchsia head. It wasn’t overly girthy but slender and long, with an elegant arch to the right. There was a small thatch of dark-blond curls nestling his cock and his delicate balls were already drawn up close to his body.

I leaned down to inhale his musk and draw one of his balls into my mouth. When I gently sucked on the orb, he rewarded me with a sharp intake of air. I tried it with the other and received the same reaction.

I replaced my mouth with my hand to gently cup them and licked a stripe up the underside of his dick. The vein that ran along his dick was a perfect guide to his head. A drop of precum had beaded at his slit, and I captured it with my tongue. It had the delicious tang of salt and an inexplicable something that was all Jakob. With my eyes focused on his heaving chest, I eased his cock into my mouth. The finer details of my first blowjob might have faded over time, but the memories of how quickly I shot my load hadn’t.

Jakob was already mewling, and I tightened my grip on his hips to maintain some semblance of control. I didn’t want to ruin this for him with an accidental scrape of my teeth. I sucked his dick fully into my mouth and swallowed around him, summoning a fresh wave of cursing from his lips. I bobbed until he was fully wet between my spit and his precum. I rolled his balls in my hand and they tightened even more. His breath stuttered, and I felt the telltale stiffening of his body as his orgasm approached. Any words he managed to say had become incoherent whines and pleadings. Without warning, his release flooded my mouth, and I swallowed quickly to capture every delicious drop.

My cock was hard to the point of pain when I finally pulled it from my pants. Kneeling over Jakob, I frantically jacked myself in a desperate attempt to find my release. My moan joined his harsh pants as my orgasm built inside me. Jakob stared at me through hooded eyes and blown pupils. It had been years since I’d confined myself to a blowjob session on the couch, but I knew it was Jakob’s first, and I hoped it was memorable enough for him.

“Come on me, Papa. Paint me with your cum.”

His words sent me over the edge and ropes of white spurted from my dick across Jakob’s stomach and chest. He lay underneath me, boneless and relaxed. “I’ve never tasted someone else’s cum.”

Without hesitation, I swiped through the stickiness and fed it to him. Jakob’s eyes locked with mine as he sucked my fingers into his mouth and cleaned them off. It was all too much for me, and I collapsed on top of him. I wiggled my arms underneath him and buried my face against his neck. He did the same to me while wrapping his legs around my waist. We lay together for however long as we tried to calm our breathing enough to speak again. Jakob found his voice first.

“Thank you, Papa. That was the best blowjob of my life. It goes in the yes pile.”

“It was the only blowjob of your life, love.”

“And it would be terrible if it had sucked.”

“Well, thank God for me that it didn’t. But if we don’t get up, we will both have the not-great-for-anyone side effect of coming and not cleaning up.”

“Hmmm?”

Jakob responded absently.

“Dried cum doesn’t feel good for anyone. We gotta get cleaned up before we stick to each other.”

“Wanna help me clean up?”

“Hell, yes.”

#

“Is the water too hot?”

I checked again and then waited for Jakob to approve it. He dipped his fingers in, followed by a shake. “Do you want some bubbles too?”

“Bubbles? Like a bubble bath?”

I smiled fondly and nodded at Jakob’s question. His enthusiasm for almost everything made me smile. Yeah, it was sappy, but I had zero intention of changing. “Yes! Yes! Yes!”

“Done, baby. Let’s get you in the water.”

I held his hand to help steady him as he stepped into the nineties monstrosity that was my garden tub. It was ugly and took up too much space, but it was great for baths. On our way upstairs, I’d stopped by the kitchen to grab a sieve and measuring cups, and I tossed those into the tub. Jakob slid under the water until only his face floated in a sea of bubbles. “Are you going to fall asleep in there?”

“No, but floating in hot water is much better than floating in cold water at the pool.”

“Did you spend a lot of time at the pool when you were a kid?”

“No,”

Jakob scoffed. “I had to take a PE credit in college, and swimming was the easiest one to ensure I didn’t get hurt with the adults.”

Jakob was wistful by the end of the explanation. “It was one of my favorite classes, even with the cold water.”

“Maybe we can find a place to go swimming around here.”

“Maybe so,”

Jakob answered with a shrug. “It doesn’t matter anymore.”

Given his tone, I was pretty sure it still mattered, but it was a discussion that could wait. I kissed the top of his head before turning to start the shower. Jakob tore himself away from trying to overflow the cups with his sieve and asked, “Why not just get in with me?”

“Because, sweetheart, if I do that, I won’t be able to keep my hands to myself.”

“But what if I don’t want you to keep your hands to yourself.”

“I don’t really want to.”

I chuckled ruefully. “But I’m working on being a responsible person.”

Jakob’s only response was to roll his eyes and sigh heavily. “Hey, no sass or those toys are gone.”

“Sorry, Papa.”

Jakob’s words were supposed to sound contrite, but that naughty twinkle in his eye said he was full of shit and not sorry at all. His combination of sass and sweet never failed to brighten every room he was in. His family had no damn idea how much of a treasure they’d let slip through their fingers.

I jumped in the shower long enough to clean off and quickly wash my hair. I kept an eye on Jakob as I did it. He was sneaking looks at my naked body. I was pushing closer and closer to middle age, but I hoped I was holding my own in the okay-enough body category. Most of it could be chalked up to decent genes because I didn’t spend much time in the gym these days. Hell, I hadn’t spent much time there in the last decade. I was vain enough to add in a few poses and muscle flexes. It wasn’t the greatest show, but it was enough to make him whimper and giggle. So yeah, full success.

By the time I was done, most of Jakob’s bubbles were gone. I turned off my water and gave my body a quick once-over with the towel before pulling on a clean pair of sleep pants from the adjacent closet.

“Love, what drawer do you keep your pajamas in? I’ll go grab them.”

After getting the instructions, I went to the guest room and grabbed some from the proper drawer. I noticed there were only three sets in the drawer. Since I was being nosy, I double-checked the other drawers. There was the onesie from the day of the accident and a few fun socks. The lack of little clothing had me looking around the rest of the room. I found nothing.

Not a toy.

Not a stuffie.

Not even a poster.

Nothing.

His current room was the same disaster his hotel room had been, where I’d assumed things had been buried in the mess or packed in one of the boxes he’d had stacked in the corner. But here, I’d see something lying around.

The rest of the mess was piled in here, so logically, if there were any little paraphernalia, it would be tossed in here too. Before I convinced myself to go through his closet, I forced myself out of his room and returned to the bathroom. Jakob remained in the bathtub, but it looked like he’d given his hair a quick wash. Dammit. That was a Papa job, and I’d been too busy being nosy to do it.

“Let’s get you out, love.”

Jakob gave me his hand and stepped out of the tub. I made quick work of drying him off when I saw his jaw-popping yawn and did my best to keep my gaze averted from his dick. If I paid too much attention, I doubted my ability to get him tucked into bed. The only underwear I found were the boring boxers. He obediently listened when I told him to raise his leg to step into the pajamas and lift his arms so I could pull them over his head. I reminded him to brush his teeth, but after that, I couldn’t find anything else to stall our retreat to separate bedrooms.

“Well, I guess this is goodnight…”

“Papa, do you think I could sleep in your room tonight?”

Done.