Page 28 of Icebreaker
I smiled at him. He was a clever bunny. After a few more kisses to remind me what he tasted like, I moved down his body until I reached the button and zipper of his jeans. His dick strained against them, and I freed his cock.
Damn, he was beautiful. His dick was flushed a pretty pink with a deep-red tip. The base was nestled in a nest of natural and untamed curls. I buried my nose deep and inhaled the musky scent that was all Ellie. Sadly, he hadn’t asked for a blowjob, so I forced myself to draw back.
“Baby boy, your cock is about the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen. You know that?”
Ellie flushed red at my praise.
“I doubt that,” he scoffed.
“Are you calling me a liar?” My voice was sterner than intended, and Ellie stiffened. “Why wouldn’t it be the truth?”
“It’s just a dick.”
“It’s your dick, baby boy.” I smeared his precum across the mushroom head until it was shiny. “And that makes it my favorite.”
With a light touch, I fisted his cock and gave a few slow strokes, and he hardened more in my hand. He wasn’t able to fully smother his whimpered response.
“It’s pretty and pink.” I swiped my finger across the slit to capture his precum then sucked on my finger. Ellie watched me with wide eyes.
Like a dumbass, I hadn’t thought to grab any lube and was left to improvise in the middle of nowhere. With no other options, I licked a broad strip across my palm and returned my hand to his dick.
Ellie acted like I was doing him some kind of favor, which was fucking off the chain. He looked so goddamn hot lying beside me and letting me touch him. His brown curls caught the sun and the glints of red were more obvious. His hips squirmed while he sought to establish a rhythm, but I kept him off keel. Every time Ellie thought we had settled on one, I changed the tempo. His little sounds were too damned adorable, and I couldn’t stop myself. But when the whimpers turned to mewls, I knew I needed to help him find release.
My mouth crashed onto his, and I demanded entry. When my tongue swept inside, something deep in my chest settled. Whatever thoughts I’d had about my release paled next to making sure Ellie found his. I settled into a steady rhythm that allowed him to fuck my fist. His muffled moans weren’t going to fucking cut it.
“Baby boy, I want to hear every damn sound. They are mine, and I fucking want them.”
With permission given, Ellie’s keening sounds danced in the surrounding air. He forgot to care if anyone heard him and turned himself over to the moment. It took only a few morepumps before he spilled onto my fist. Ropes of cum covered my hand and there was no chance in hell I’d let all that good shit go to waste.
Ellie panted under me in a desperate attempt to catch his breath, but his eyes never left mine. I carefully raised my hand and licked every drop of Ellie off it.
I wanted everything he had to give.
“Daddy B?” The soft knock on the door woke me, and Ellie’s low whisper penetrated the darkness.
“Hey, kiddo. You okay?” I sat up halfway in bed, and the blankets fell to my waist. Ellie was a vision in the doorway, bathed in the hallway light behind him. He waited silently in the doorway, but he nodded. “Do you wanna come sleep with me?” I asked.
Without hesitation, he nodded. Peasebottom dangled from one hand beside him. He looked every bit the little he was.
“Kiddo, you don’t need to ask to get in my bed. You’re always welcome.”
Ellie crossed the short expanse of the floor and crawled underneath the covers I held open for him.
I stuffed one of the pillows behind my head and lay on my back. Ellie positioned himself so his cheek lay against my chest, his hand coming to rest on my torso. One of my hands wrapped around his shoulders, which gave me easy reach to twirl his curls. Once settled, I kissed the top of his head, and he noticeably melted next to me. It was so quiet in my bedroom that only the sounds of our breathing filled the air.
After our hike, we’d returned home thoroughly exhausted. After a quick dinner, we’d watched a Disney movie before bed. For the most part, Ellie had kept his thoughts about what had happened today to himself. He’d tossed a pillow on the floor, set up his stuffies around him, and colored while the movie played. Before today, he usually set up his things at the end of the coffee table. Tonight, he’d settled between my legs on the floor but hadn’t spoken much. When it’d been time for bed, he’d declined being tucked in but given me a fierce hug at his bedroom door.
As much as I was a fixer, Ellie was a thinker.
“I appreciate that, but…”
“But what? What’s going on in that galaxy brain of yours?”
Ellie plucked at the tuft of hair in the center of my chest while he formulated his answer. The gears in his head were practically audible.
“What if someone’s already in it?”
“What? Who?”
