Page 34 of Wrecked for the Holidays

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 asticky 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 sureyouwant 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 righthere, 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.

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