Page 35 of Rowan's Renewal
“Will you let me mark my territory? Paint you as mine?”
“Jesus,” I hiss, my balls drawing up with just how hot his dirty talk is.
“That’s not my name, Daddy,” he teases.
Opening my eyes, I search his gaze, finding nothing but heat and desire in them.
What the hell happened to my sweet, shy, embarrassed Boy?
“Wh-where is this coming from?” I ask him as I try to get myself under control. “Because it’s fucking sexy, sweetheart, but…very new for you.”
He nods, water-darkened hair falling over his forehead. “Like I said, I’ve done some reading this week. Uh, alotof reading. About the kinky stuff.” Now there’s a blush creeping up his chest and towards his cheeks. “And I remembered…y’know…the couchand it…it soundedreallygood.” He grinds his hips into me, gasping, “And I really do have to pee.”
“Fuck,” I breathe, “baby, that’s so hot.”
I don’t know if I’m talking about the reading, his interest in trying new things, his sudden instigation of it, or just the confession that he’s desperate to go. All of it, maybe.
“So…you want…?”
I drop to my knees in front of him, his cock at my eye level. He steps back a bit, bracing one hand on the tile above me and gripping his dick with the other.
“Oh, God,” he almost whimpers, looking down at me with even more fire in his expression, “seeing you on your knees for me is…nnnngh.” The hand on his dick tightens its hold. “How…” he bites his lip. Uncertainty replaces some of the heat in his gaze. “Where do you want me to…?”
“Anywhere,” I answer, stroking my own cock as I stare back up at him. “We’re in the shower, sweetheart, and I have no limits with this.” My gaze is pointed. “None, baby.”
“Oh, fuck,” his eyes close and his Adam’s apple bobs. “D-Daddy…”
“You’ve been such a good boy holding on for me,” I praise him, enjoying the way he shudders happily at the words. “So good for asking for what you want, too.”
A whine escapes him, and his fingers tighten further around his cock. I wonder if it’s painful.
I wonder if he likes that.
“I…I can’t hold it, Daddy…”
“You can let go now, baby,” I soothe, low and seductive. The water isn’t making for great lube as my fist shuttles over my erection, but I couldn’t care less. “Let Daddy see.”
The second he loosens his grip, his bladder releases with an audible hiss. He aims at my chest, and the heat of it —even against the warmth of the shower water— is almost a shock at first. The feeling of his own internal body temperature coating me is almost euphoric.
“Open your eyes,” I demand, “watch how well you’re painting me up, Ro.”
“Oh,fuck,” he murmurs, looking down as the golden liquid drips down my chest, quickly rinsed away by the shower. With growing confidence, he steps closer as the gush becomes a dribble, still aiming for my skin, as if he wants to see me wear every drop.
The wonder in his expression, coupled with his panting breaths and the sensory aspect of the experience have me on the edge of release, but then he’s dropping to his knees in front of me and reaching for my cock, batting my hand away to take me over the edge himself.
My bossy baby, I think with affection.
“Stand up, Daddy,” he demands, living up to his new nickname in my head. “I want…I want you to mark me up, too. P-paint my face with your cum.”
Oh, God.
I scramble to obey, leaning my weight against the tile while I look down the length of my body, furiously jerking myself now. A squirt of body wash hastily applied to my palm makes the motion slicker and faster, and I have to force my eyes open to watch his face, dripping from the shower, waiting so expectantly for my load.
“I’m close, baby,” I warn him, and he scoots closer, tilting his chin up and puffing his gorgeous, broad chest out.
“Give it to me, Daddy.”
That’s all it takes. The desire and need in his eyes does me in.
