Page 49 of Lucky Sucker

“Is it edible?” he asked, taking the bottle. “Yep. You want to try?”

My eyes as big as saucers as I straddled his lap, feeling his cock throb up against my back. I hadn’t been able to touch it since taking the position, but knowing it was still excited for me, I knew tonight was going to be our first time.

Daddy cradled my head as I placed my mouth to his nipple. One hand under my chin, he guided me. It tasted fruity almost as I dabbed my tongue against it before sucking his entire nipple into my mouth. Daddy moaned and his hips jerked, jolting my face harder against his chest, cushioned by all his muscle.

“Is that good, Daddy?” I asked, saliva from my lips and tongue creating a line that connected me to his skin.

“Now the other.”

I latched onto his other nipple, sucking at the lube. He wrapped both arms around my back, squeezing me against his body as he moaned. I knew I was going harder on this nipple, leaving my teeth imprints behind, and even a little love bite. But only because I knew he liked it, his body told me that much.

“You’re really good at that,” he said, tipping my head back. “When did your tongue get those skills?”

Sticking my tongue out. I could see why he asked me. I hadn’t exactly been that good at kissing, but that didn’t mean my tongue was useless. “I eat a lot of yogurts and sometimes I need to get to the bottom of the pot.”

The biggest smile formed across his lips. He was impressed, or proud, either way, that smile was me and only me. “You constantly surprise me. Fuck, I just want to—I just—I want to stay in this forever.”

“As long as you feed me and give me yarn to crochet with, I’ll happily stay forever.”

He kissed my forehead, pushing up from his elbows. “I think it’s my turn to explore your body now.”

Blinking wildly, I had barely began to explore him. “But I—”

“But what, baby?”

“I wanted to—”His cock twitched up at my back once more, like he knew what I was talking about. It was unfair that I hadn’t been able to taste it yet, only touch it. I had other senses that needed to be pleased. I pouted. “I wanted to explore more of you.”

Biting his lip, he nodded. “Well, consider me your plaything, explore me. But I wanted to explore all of you afterwards, so don’t get too excited.”

“I won’t,” I promised, and I didn’t, mostly because I didn’t touch myself at all while I went across the length of his gorgeous body. His cock was the last place to visit, warmth radiated from it like a heat lamp. I looked up at him as I slipped between his legs, laid on the bed. I took his cock and with the tip of my tongue, I licked his tip. The immediate sweetness to his precum elicited a moan, followed by an insatiable oral fixation. I wasn’t the type of little to suck their thumb, or need a pacifier when I played, but something about his cock woke that part of me. I went into it timid, but within seconds, I was bobbing around on it, taking it all the way to the back of my throat. I had no gag reflex to speak of, and his occasional twitching thrust that had my nose pushed into the trimmed bush of pubic hair proved just that.

Daddy moaned his words of encouragement, telling me just how good I was, and how good I made him feel. I didn’t care for anything else, but to make him feel good, and to get all those good feelings out of him. He was delicious, divine on my tongue, but I had to stop myself, because he might’ve been the one to get too excited before me. I was so good at my job, and Daddy was still new at being a Daddy and taking control, I had to give him some leeway.

“Ok,” he said through some deep panting. “I’m gonna need to take over now.”

“I made a new friend,” I said, looking at all my saliva lubing his cock, mixed with his precum. His foreskin pulled back and his pink head on show. I wanted to go back and lick it like a lollipop, but I was a good boy, and I had to make sure I listened to what Daddy wanted.

Still dressed in my onesie, he laid me on my back and through the exposed parts where the onesie opened down the front, he kissed me and nuzzled his head and prickly stubble. It had me groaned under the pressure of his touch, trying not to pull away from how sensitive he was making me. It was a good thing.

“I’m gonna use some of this on you,” he said, showing me the tingle lube.

“Whatever you want, Daddy. I’m yours.”

The tingle was sudden and intense, warm yet cooling, like feeling the fizz of a bath bomb, it had my toes curling and a giggle suppressed in the back of my throat.

“Let it out,” he said.

There were so many people in this house, I didn’t want any of them coming in. Not that I thought they would, but since they lived here, my senses were on alert to keep the noise down. The only place they were never like that was in a hotel room.

He touched my cock, and I did let out a moan. He looked up at me from my waist, pulling at the zipper of the onesie until my cock was in full view, hitting just below my belly button. “You’ve got to tell me if I’m any good at it,” he said. “I’ve—”

“You don’t have to,” I said, sitting upright as a reflex. “It’s—”

Daddy placed a hand on my chest, pushing me back against the bed. “I want to, lay down, and enjoy it.”

I screwed my eyes as he took my cock and his mouth enveloped the tip. Mine was the first one in his mouth ever, I didn’t know how he was going to react. Even for some gay men, giving head wasn’t top on their lists, but Daddy was slow, his tongue did most of the work, and my inclination to reach out and place my hands on his head was strong. I kept my hands behind my head to keep me from doing something that could put him off it.

“You taste good,” he said.