Page 22 of Rowan's Renewal
It’s not long before I’m teetering on the edge, but I’m not quite where I need to be. I have half a thought to ask him to reach between us and release my cock, but his breathing hitches as his body tenses.
“Baby,” I pant as I pull out of the kiss, my hands still holding him in place, my eyes scanning his face while my scrambledbrain tries to understand the sudden shift in his demeanor, “what—?”
He reaches between us to grip himself, his face contorting with discomfort and embarrassment. “I’ve gotta…”
Oh.
My cock throbs at the realization and I remind myself not to think with my dick.
I’m out of my usual routine, not having had a Boy in my life for a little while, and it shows.
I’m his Daddy. I should have thought about getting him changed back into his usual pull-up underwear or should have at least talked about the possibility of this happening before it got this far.
“You have a choice, baby,” I hurry to tell him. “You can try to make it to the bathroom, and if you don’t get all the way, there’s nothing wrong with that. Or,” I swallow, trying not to influence his decision by how badly I want him to choose this idea, “you can just let go. Now. Over my cock.”
His eyes are wide, cheeks bright pink. He squirms in my lap, more a potty dance than the sexy movements from moments ago, but it still makes my dick jump and leak precum into my own underwear.
“There’s no wrong choice, baby.” I tell him as I watch the emotions cross over his face in rapid succession.
“I…you really want me to…”
“Traffic light?”
“Y-yellow,” he squirms again, fingers tightening around his crotch while he snorts. “Kind of appropriate.”
I want to talk through his concerns and his feelings, but I don’t think we have enough time for that.
“I’m not going to judge you or shame you no matter what you choose to try, sweetheart,” I tell him. “Daddy’s got you eitherway. I’m sorry I didn’t think ahead and that you’re in this position because I didn’t.”
His hips rock against mine again and he shakes his head. “N-no. Don’t be sorry. I…I should have thought ahead, too. I just got distracted.”
“It’s still your choice,” I remind him. “We don’t have to do this now.”
Nodding, Rowan licks his lips and pulls his hand away from between us. “I trust you,” he murmurs, making my heart flutter. Then he squeezes his eyes shut, his blush deepening as his lips part, and I feel it.
The rush of heat and wetness spreads over my cock and thighs as the pitter-patter sound of liquid hitting fabric competes with the sound of my heavy breathing and his quiet whimpers as he leans into me.
“Such a good boy,” I croon into his ear, “let it all out. That’s it, baby. Fuck that feels good.” I grip his ass and gasp at the sensations of wet material and heat as I grind up into him. “I’m so —nnngh— proud of you, Ro.”
Rowan buries his face in the crook of my neck, his breath coming in shallow pants. “D-daddy.”
"Fuck, baby," I groan, my fingers digging into the supple globes of his ass. I grind into him shamelessly, chasing down the last spurts of his release.
"Daddy," he repeats again, sounding more certain about the word, almost like he's begging.
Combined with the sensory overload, the pleaded epithet and his warm breath against my skin is enough to send me over the edge. "Oh, god. Rowan.Sweetheart...nnnngh."
My orgasm feels like it is wrenched from me, jets of cum adding to the mess that has become of my shorts and underwear. I'm wet and sticky, and it is all rapidly cooling with theair conditioner set to its most arctic setting. With my heart hammering, I feel filthy, but in the most satisfying way possible.
"Whoa," Ro breathes, sitting back to peer down at our laps. The fabric of our shorts clings to our skin, dark patches of moisture spreading over our thighs and down my hips. His cheeks are still red, and so are his eyes, but there's a shy smile tugging at his lips when he looks back up at my face. "You came."
Chuckling at the awe in his voice, I release his ass so I can cup his bearded jaw. I rub my thumb affectionately over the sharp salt and pepper hairs, relishing at the prickle and bite against my skin. "I wasn't lying when I said this is one of my kinks."
"No kidding." He looks down again. "Wow."
"I am still sorry that we didn't get to talk about it first. To plan it. I really should have thought about your potty schedule before—"
His snort cuts me off. "You really are a Daddy, aren't you?Potty schedule," he repeats the words with a sardonic shake of his head. "I refuse to call it that, just so you know."
