Page 63 of Lucky Sucker

“Cream for—” he giggled. “Well, it’s funny now I’m thinking about it.”

“Go on,” I encouraged. “I wanna hear you say it.”

“For cum.” He giggles even harder now, as if I’d tickled him. “Or cummies.”

Catching me off-guard, I laughed with him. “That’s a new one.”

“I read it somewhere.” He pulled the notepad out. “You can read some of my fan fiction, but you’ve gotta promise never to tell anyone. I don’t want them looking at me weird. Ok. Promise.” He pressed the notepad to my chest. “Pinky promise.”

We promised with our pinkies wrapped around each other, and our thumbs sealing the deal. That was a new move for me, but a fun one.

Sat on the edge of the bed, Wren guided me through the book to the spicy scenes, and they were spicy. Some of the stuff I hadn’t even thought about before. Specifically, there was a scene where 12 had put a spreader bar between 9’s legs and a hockey stick behind his arms, keeping him still, right before he shoved the end of a hockey stick inside of his ass.

“It’s too much, isn’t it?” he said.

“No, no, it’s—” I couldn’t find the right words of encouragement. “Is this something you want me to do to you?”

He shook his head. “Oh no, I like the soft stuff, but imagining this stuff is hot, but only in my imagination. I don’t want to get splinters in my bum.”

My ass clenched at the sudden thought. “And you wrote that into this as well?”

“No, oh my god, no,” he laughed. “It’s a romance. It’s fantasy. And in fantasy, nobody gets hurt like that, well, sometimes, but not in my fantasy they don’t.”

Cupping a hand under his chin, I directed in toward my face. “Well, I like your fantasy, and anything you want to try, or do, just ask. What’s a Daddy for if not for making his boy’s dreams come true?”

“That is true, but I’ve also got to make your dreams come true as well,” he said.

“You make them come true every single day,” I told him. I hadn’t realized there was a facet of my life that hadn’t been active until finding Wren, and all it took was a slip of the tongue that had my team thinking I was homophobic. “And since we have this hotel room, I figured we could have some fun.”

“What kind of fun?”

I loved it when he played coy and innocent, it was thrilling. “I’ll show you,” I told him. “Guide you, almost. First, what you’ve got to do is lay on this bed, and then close your eyes. And don’t worry, it’ll be fun.”

As Wren got on the bed, I cleaned up the mess around him. I hadn’t thought too much about what I was going to do with him, other than pleasure his body. The smile on his face from pleasure was divine, like something I shouldn’t have seen, but since I had been witness to it, I was blessed by it.

“I’m gonna turn the light off as well,” I told him.

I’d brought the tingle lube and the regular one with me, alongside condoms. I’d figured we would, and I wanted to, having our bodies become part of each other’s body for such a temporary amount of time was an incredible feeling he had me craving. It had overtaken the feeling of scoring and hearing the crowd cheer my name.

“Eyes closed,” I reminded him. Across his body, I unzipped the onesie slowly. The crunch of the zipper getting him all giggly and wiggling. “I’m going to kiss every inch of your body.”

“Every inch?” he asked, slightly out of breath.

“As much as my lips can travel.”

He moaned and my kisses hadn’t even begun. But they did, at his exposed skin. Through the limited amount of light coming in through the thin-curtain coverage, I made out the delicate contours of his body, and his nipples. My lips latched to a nipple, pressing my tongue to it and playing with him. Under my body, he couldn’t quite squirm. I made sure both nipples were taken care of before traveling south of them to feel him sucking in his stomach. I made it all the way down to his hands, pressing his teddy at his crotch.

“You like that?”

A higher pitched moan came from his throat. “You’re really good at it.”

“I’m a pleaser,” I said. “It’s my job to please you.” It was one of my jobs. The other job was to be a support and tender Daddy hand.

From there, I encouraged him out of his onesie while I undressed at the side of the bed. Wren’s eyes caught the gloss and glow of moonlight in them, and he watched intently as I got naked.

“My turn now,” he said. “Please.”

“Mhm, but I haven’t finished.”

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