Chapter 16

Reed

“Paaa-pa,”

Jakob whined.

I hid my smile in the crook of his neck so he wouldn’t think I was laughing at him. If there was something better than a sexy-as-hell boy whining because they wanted to fill their Papa’s hole, I wasn’t aware of it. Jakob’s movements became more unsteady as I continued to touch him, and it would only be a matter of time before we both exploded.

Ideally, it would be with his cock sheathed in my ass, but if I didn’t get ahold of myself, I was going to embarrass both of us when I came faster than a high schooler losing his virginity. It would be fine for Jakob to jump the gun. He was the actual virgin here. It would be unforgivable for me.

Washing Jakob was an exercise in frustration. His sounds were so fucking needy and desperate that my head spun at the thought of being the man who got to be fucked by him. Still, I got him washed in all the nooks and crannies and hauled out of the tub. Like the mostly obedient boy he was, he stood still as a statue, allowing me to dry him off.

I shuffled the towel over his hair, and the giggles overtook him again. I pushed the towel off his face and he looked straight into my eyes with his twinkling blue ones. He was so expressive that every thought and feeling he had played across his face. It was never necessary to guess where you stood with Jakob—his expression was truly the window to his soul.

The longer Jakob and I stared at each other, the more our smiles dropped. Suddenly, the surrounding air crackled with electricity as our breathing naturally fell into a synchronized rhythm. I slowly dropped an almost-chaste kiss on Jakob’s pouty lips. His lips curved upward in a bemused smile.

“Papa, is that the best kiss I can get?”

“Not good enough?”

“Well, I think you can do better,”

Jakob answered with a cheeky grin. “Unless you’re too old…”

His voice trailed off, and he turned to look up at the ceiling with a seemingly innocent expression. Naughty boy.

I slid my fingers through his wet curls until I had his head cradled in my hands. He quirked one brow at me and smirked before adding, “I’m waiting, Papa.”

With a groan, I slanted my mouth over Jakob’s. He immediately surrendered to the kiss. With a sigh, he parted his lips, and my tongue slipped inside. Our tongues tangled as we both sought to enmesh ourselves. I tried to maintain control of my reaction, but his thrusts against me were rapidly sending me out of my mind.

Desire curled through my veins as our slippery skin rubbed against each other, wave after wave of want coursing through me. A ragged breath was dragged into my lungs, but it wasn’t enough. I deepened the kiss because it wasn’t possible to get close enough to him. We were about the same height, which allowed our cocks, trapped between us, to graze against each other. Our precum mingled, leaving a sticky residue I desperately wanted to taste. Tonight would be Jakob’s first time, and if I weren’t already desperate to feel him in me, I would have dropped to my knees to suck his dick until he came down my throat.

With a regretful sigh, I wrenched my mouth away from his and pulled back. “Love, are you sure you want to do this? It’s okay to say you’re not ready.”

Jakob looked at me through narrowed eyes with red-tinged ears poking through his curls. It was enough that I took a step back. “Papa, let’s go.”

Jakob grasped my hand and pulled me out of the bathroom, hauling me into the bedroom. Once there, he maneuvered me to sit on the bed and stepped between my open knees. Naked, he fisted his hands on his hips and glared at me. This was a side of Jakob I’d hardly seen. His glistening skin and dick standing at attention in front of my face made concentrating on his words next to impossible, but I did my best to keep my eyes above his neck.

“Papa, have I given you the impression that I’m scared of you? Done something that makes you think I don’t know my own mind? That I’m incapable of taking care of myself? That I’m incompetent?”

Jakob’s foot tapped out a rapid staccato while he waited not-so-patiently for my answer.

“Uh, no, you haven’t, but I want you to be certain. Yes, you live here, but I don’t want you to feel like I’m taking advantage of you. And all of this is new to you. We don’t have to rush if you aren’t ready.”

My logic was sound. He was younger than me by more than a decade, it was his first time being on his own, and there was no question his parents had seriously sheltered him. Concerns over pushing him into something he wasn’t ready to handle were reasonable. Despite him being a little, I knew his non-little mind could run circles around my own, but that didn’t mean new territory wasn’t tricky. I was being careful, as a good Papa should be.

“Papa,”

he said in exasperation, “I moved myself into your house. Do you seriously think that was an accident? I’m not dumb. There’s no way I didn’t know exactly what I was doing. Of course I did it on purpose. I knew the moment we met after I crashed into your truck that you were going to be important to me, and you would feel the same about me. I was an octopus that glommed onto you and refused to let go.”

Jakob’s words slammed into me. Sure, I thought there’d been some manipulation on his part, but the full extent of his engineering hadn’t occurred to me. Jakob was sweetness and sunshine, not manipulation and scheming. Honestly, I hadn’t realized he had it in him. I was so fucking proud.

For one of the few times in his life, he said the hell with all of it and did something solely, selfishly, for himself. And that shiny brass ring he wanted? It was me. There was no damn way I was going to let him slip through my fingers just because he’d maneuvered me into getting everything either of us had ever wanted.

“For the record, you’re the cutest octopus in the ocean.”

Jakob threaded his fingers through my hair and pulled my mouth close to his own. I pulled Jakob’s naked body closer until he was notched exactly where he belonged—in my arms.

“You’re absolutely right. I think I underestimated you, mister.”

“Everyone does,”

Jakob sassed with a smirk. When he leaned forward to kiss me gently, I chased after his mouth, but he moved too quickly. “Papa, it’s my turn. Are you sure you want to do this? It’s not too late to change your mind. We could skip all this naked stuff and play checkers.”

As he spoke, Jakob lightly scratched the base of my skull. Sparks flew through my body and my cock reminded me it was still hard, still desperate to come.

“Love, if you don’t fuck me soon, there’s a good chance I’m going to die right here, and that’ll be damn hard to explain.”

Jakob crashed his mouth into mine again and ground his body against me. Our cocks, already dripping with precum, made a sticky mess. I reached between us and gripped both our slippery cocks in my hand. My fingers stretched around our shafts to slowly jack us. Jakob’s groan was needy. I eased my touch so I wouldn’t accidentally push him too far.

“You are such a good boy for me. So responsive. So sexy. So fucking hot.”

I whispered the words into Jakob’s ear as I leaned back on the bed until he was lying on top of me as we stretched across its expanse. His body blanketed mine, skin already slick with sweat. His mouth melded into mine while we tasted and sipped each other. He tasted like honey but with the perfect dash of spice to cut the sweet.

Slowly, I rolled Jakob until we lay side by side, facing each other. He was so fucking cute. And when Jakob leaned forward and kissed my nose, I damn near swooned. “Who’s the Papa here?”

“You’re the Papa, Papa,”

Jakob answered with a crooked grin, “but even a Papa needs kisses.”

“You’re right. And so do little boys who like to tease their Papa.”

With Jakob so close, the temptation to touch him, hold him, feel him was overwhelming. My fingers traced down his cheek and across his lips. His sigh was soft and easy. I traveled past the pulse point on his neck and farther down his chest. I leaned forward to suck the quivering spot. I wanted to mark him as mine. His smooth skin felt like hot velvet against my lips.

“Think of the Queen. Think of the Queen.”

“I’m a little hurt you’re thinking about someone else when you’re in bed with me,”

I said with a smile against his skin.

“I’m sorry. That was supposed to be in my head,”

Jakob wailed.

“You never have to keep your thoughts in your head with me, Jakob. Never. And don’t apologize for them either,”

I added. “You don’t need to think of her—God rest her soul—because you’ll be fucking me.”

With more strength than I thought I had, I pushed Jakob to his back and threw my leg over him to straddle his lap. His squeaked “Oh”

made me quickly look down to ensure he was only startled, not scared. He stared back at me with wide eyes shining with wonder. There was nothing scared about the man lying under me. Nothing.

“Papa, you’re going to let me?”

Jakob asked as his hands settled on my thighs.

My cock jutted in front of me and was rapidly leaving a pool of stickiness on Jakob’s stomach. When he delicately swiped his finger through it for a taste, any concerns still floating around my mind went out the window.

“What if I do it wrong and you don’t like it?”

“What if you don’t like it? I know I will.”

My question floated in the air between us. His seemingly absentminded touch had my thighs quivering and shaky. I stretched across Jakob and grabbed some lube and a condom from the nightstand drawer. Jakob’s breathing became shallow when I was reseated across his hips. His dick was flushed a beautiful dark pink and his slit was beaded with precum that was too much to resist. I leaned down and slipped his mushroom head into my mouth. My tongue explored the ridged edge before sucking him farther down my throat. His moans and thrusts spurred me on.

“Papa, gotta…ask…”

Jakob panted.

At his question, I immediately pulled off him and waited for him to continue.

“I don’t want anything separating us.”

“What do you mean, love?”

“I’m a virgin, so I’m fine. I’m guessing you are?”

“Yeah, I haven’t been with anyone since my last test, and I’m on PrEP. If you give me a second or thirty to figure out how to walk again, I’ll hunt up my results in my email.”

“I trust you, Papa. You don’t need to show me, but…um…”

Jakob took a steadying breath before he added, “I don’t want anything between us.”

My entire body stilled at his words. “Sweetheart, are you sure? Protection is a good thing.”

I leaned down to leave a soft kiss on his lips. “Protecting you will always, always be my first priority.”

Jakob returned my kiss and slipped his tongue into my mouth. Each stroke sent my blood thrumming through my veins. With a groan, Jakob reached up and clasped the back of my head to pull my mouth more firmly against his own. If Jakob wanted to feel all of us, he would damn sure get his way.

I blindly felt around the bed until I found the small bottle of lube. A snick echoed in the quiet room as I opened the bottle and drizzled a stream onto my fingers. Jakob’s hands snaked up my stomach and his fingers threaded through my chest hair until he found my nipples. I threw back my head and groaned when he pinched and pulled at me. Each tweak caused a stab of desire and hardened my cock with every movement.

I reached behind me with slicked-up fingers to begin stretching. Based on the steady stream of precum leaking from Jakob, there was no way he’d last much longer. His cock had darkened from pink to an angry red. The velvety skin was stretched taut and shiny. I needed him inside me, and I needed it now. After a few thrusts, I added a second finger and scissored the two. Prep was minimal tonight. A little burn was worth it.

Jakob had stopped playing with my nipples and instead watched, awestruck, as I got myself ready for him. He fisted his cock and stroked in the same rhythm I was fucking myself. His pink lips formed a perfect O as he watched what I was doing on my knees above him.

My cock bounced and bobbed with each movement. A sticky strand of precum connected Jakob and myself. His eyes followed the stream until they homed in on my cock. With careful hands, he lightly traced my shaft from tip to base. When he encircled my aching dick, I knew there was no way in hell I’d last. Fuck prep.

I fisted Jakob’s cock after adding a drizzle of lube over it. Jakob’s arched back at the contact pulled forward a torrent of incoherent babbles, promises, and curses.

“Fuck, love, you are so beautiful like this.”

Jakob rolled his eyes, but I saw his secret smile before he turned his head. “You ready?”

Jakob’s response was a nod and a come-fuck-me grin.

There was no way I could keep holding off on the one thing we both wanted. I raised myself back up and carefully grasped Jakob’s leaking cock. I guided him to my aching hole and positioned myself to accept him. Carefully, I bore down and slowly lowered myself.

My lack of prep hit me hard. The first ring of muscles protested the intrusion. The burn seared through me. My choppy breathing continued until I adjusted. Goddamn, I loved the stuffed feeling Jakob’s cock gave me. Inch by inch, I dropped myself until I was fully seated on him. My channel was tight around him, and the burn quickly faded to pure pleasure.

Jakob’s eyes were clenched tight while he struggled to maintain his control. Unquestionably, he never intended for his chant of don’t come, don’t come to be heard, but it was good advice because I was pretty fucking close to it already. I needed to come nearly as badly as he did. Slowly, and then with more intensity, I raised and lowered myself on his hard dick. I braced myself with one hand on his shoulder and the other on his chest.

Once a rhythm was established, I threw my head back and let sensation take over. There were no words to speak, but grunts and groans sufficed. Jakob’s long dick was brushing against that magic gland in my ass with each thrust of his hips. Jakob’s gasps accompanied his arched back and hands that grasped for purchase on the sheets.

“Papa, Papa, Papa…I’m gonna…gonna…”

Jakob’s pleas faded to nothing as he lost his train of thought.

“I know, love. All you have to do is feel. You fuck me so good, baby. Your dick feels like fucking heaven.”

Jakob’s thrusts became more powerful as he settled in. The pools left on his stomach by my leaking cock painted streaks across his skin. I leaned back for balance and finally took my cock into my own hands. The squelch of lube and precum was the best, most obscene sound I’d heard in maybe forever. Each stroke brought me closer to the edge. Jakob’s movements had lost all finesse, and he’d become a mindless fucking machine as he railed me closer and closer to falling.

When his hips stuttered and a strangled shout echoed around the room, I felt the flood of hot liquid fill my ass. That was enough to trigger my release, and I shot my load across Jakob’s chest. One after the other, white ropes pulsed from my dick as I desperately tried to drag air into my lungs.

My release triggered stars exploding behind my eyelids, and my eyesight dimmed at the edges. My mind lacked the ability to think coherently, but I did recognize that Jakob was thoroughly debauched. His soft grin was pure relaxation and supremely self-satisfied.

When the last pulsing around my cock subsided, I gently eased off Jakob and collapsed on the bed next to him. When I felt his cum leaking out, I had to push back against the overwhelming sense of sadness. I wanted to keep that last bit of him in me. Jakob immediately rolled into my arms and snuggled close. Our ragged breaths were the only sounds in the room.

“Papa?”

“Hmm?”

“It was okay?”

“Okay? No, love,”

I hurriedly added, “it was fucking amazing.”

Jakob’s eyes showed his relief. I nudged his legs apart so I could roll on top of him and bracketed his face in my hands.

“I have never felt like that in my entire goddamn life. You gave that to me. You fucked me good, baby.”

Then I kissed him. I poured every emotion, every want, every desire, and every unspoken feeling I had into the kiss. I poured myself into him, and he responded with just as much. Words weren’t needed except for the three little ones I had to force myself to swallow.

“Papa, can we do that again?”

Jakob asked as I felt his cock stirring against my stomach. Shit, if only I were as young as him.

“Maybe not in the next two minutes. Did you forget I’m an old man? I need some recovery time.”

“So, like five?”

“Love, are you trying to give me a heart attack? I’d never survive another round so soon.”

“Papa, I took a CPR class when I started at the lab. I can totally revive you because they said I did a great job.”

“Hmm, how about we shower and see if I make it?”

“Silly, why wouldn’t you survive the shower?”

“Because you are a killer, love.”

“Well, if I killed you, I’d bring you right back.”

“And that’s why you’re such a good boy.”