Page 31 of Icebreaker
Thankfully, the concern I’d seen earlier from him had shifted to laughter, want, and need. He was offering me everything I wanted, so it seemed foolish not to take him up on it.
“Daddy B, I want you to kiss me again.”
“I’m so proud of you, baby. I love it when you use your words.”
Daddy’s mouth fit over mine and his tongue thrust into my mouth. I parted my lips and tried to remember every movie I’d ever seen with people kissing. I didn’t know what I was doing, but I wanted to at least make it not terrible for him.
But I didn’t have to worry because Daddy knew exactly what I didn’t know and gave me a demonstration of what it was like to kiss someone properly. He nibbled on my lips and then softly put his tongue between them. He encouraged me to wrap mytongue around his own, and then he mapped every bit of my mouth. He tasted like fresh mint and, oh dear god, I’d forgotten to brush my teeth.
“What’s the matter? Why did you stop kissing me?”
I clapped my hand over my mouth so he would not get the full blast of what had to be terrible breath. “Oh my gosh, I forgot to brush my teeth. I am so sorry. “
“Silly boy.” Daddy laughed. “I brushed mine enough for both of us.” I knew that he knew that I knew he was full of nonsense, but he pressed on anyway. “I’m your Daddy, right?” I nodded. “That means I get to make the decisions, right?” I nodded again, this time a bit more reluctantly.
“That means that if I didn’t ask about whether you brushed your teeth, I must not care.”
I sat back from him and thought about what he’d said. If I were going to let Daddy B be a real Daddy, then I would have to let him do it, and he hadn’t said anything. He hadn’t even asked about it, and he must’ve known ’cause I was sitting on his lap. Decision made. When I looked at him, his face was friendly and open, looking very Brennen Tate. He was all puppy dog until he wasn’t.
“Are you gonna kiss me, baby?”
Rather than answer, I pulled his head toward mine and fitted my mouth over his. His groan of appreciation spurred my exploration. This time, I did what he had done to me earlier. I nibbled on his lips and traced the seam of them until his mouth parted. I slipped my tongue inside and explored every bit of his mouth. My cock pulsed as we languidly kissed each other over and over. Other than to rub a hand against my thigh or across my back, Daddy B didn’t make any moves to take things further. He already knew he was my first kiss, so he’d probably figured out that I didn’t know anything about the rest of it either. Otherthan my hand job yesterday, which I came ridiculously fast from… I don’t even think I lasted a minute. But I wondered…
“Daddy B, you know…umm… I wondered if maybe I could, you know, ah…” My shot of bravery was gone, and I was once again the quiet, shy kid who never spoke up and was always overlooked. With sweaty palms and a face flushed tomato red, I wasn’t the picture of sexiness.
“Spit it out, baby boy. What do you want?”
“To suck you?”
“New rule: blanket permission. Anytime, anywhere, no questions asked by me.” Daddy B laughed and playfully cuffed me on the chin.
“But I don’t know what to do. What if you hate how I do it?”
“Unless you use your teeth on me, it’s gonna be fine. Know why?” I shook my head. “Because my guy is giving it to me.”
“I’m serious, Daddy B.”
“Fine, we’ll practice until it’s perfect.”
“And we can start now?”
Daddy nodded and gave me a version of his sinful smile I’d never seen before. Something about it was deeper. More personal. Something directed only at me.
I shrugged off the blanket I’d burritoed around me. After I was free, with Daddy’s urging, I straddled him. He was strong enough to be able to lift his hips, even with my weight on him, and move his pants down a little.
“Do whatever you want, baby boy. Touch anywhere you want. Nothing on me is off-limits to you.” I glanced up at him to confirm I’d heard him correctly. He looked serene, but I felt the rapid tap of his fingers against my leg.
Tentatively, I slid my fingers under the waistband of his basketball shorts. When I encountered wiry hair, my fingers reflexively twitched in surprise, but I continued my exploration.In a slow movement, I pulled Daddy’s shorts down until his dick popped free.
This was the closest I’d been to a dick that wasn’t mine. Ever. Rather than touch him immediately, I elected to observe instead. Daddy’s cock was beautiful. His cockhead was a dark pink with a minuscule slit in the center. A clear bead of precum sat on top. His skin was taut and strained, with a prominent vein that ran the length of what looked like a respectable seven girthy inches.
“Can I touch you?” I whispered.
“Anytime you want,” Daddy B answered without a second’s hesitation.
I nodded at his agreement and reached out to trace that intriguing vein. For the first time, I saw a visible reaction. Daddy’s fingers flexed on the cushions but otherwise made no move to interfere with my exploration or hurry me along.
Daddy B’s skin was hot and firm under the pads of my fingers. A few experimental strokes later, Daddy B’s head crashed against the back of the sofa with a groan.
