Page 27 of A LIttle Christmas: Samm
“Sucking on you, Daddy. It made my prick hurt.” He groans loudly.
“I bet it did. This is making Daddy’s cock hurt, too. Hurting all over again.”
“Ohhh,” He gasps, and then he’s coming, the orgasm taking him by surprise. It’s long and harsh, makes him twitch, and his Daddy chuckles and presses both tissues against him, catching the come as it spills out in thick spurts.
“There’s my messy boy. Do you feel better, sweetheart?”
It takes him a few minutes to come back to himself. His Daddy is hard beneath him. “Can I suck you, Daddy?” The question comes out softer than he means it to.
He gets kissed on the nose. “Let’s wait until we get home. You’re spending the weekend with Daddy, aren’t you?”
Samuel pouts. He’s rewarded with a kiss, his lip sucked into his Daddy’s mouth. “I could eat you up, boy.”
“We don’t have to do the client accounts, do we?”
He huffs. “That level of sadism is beyond me. I plan on taking you home, putting you to bed, and keeping you there.”
“Poor Ballbuster,” Samuel says, and makes himself stand up. “Another boy lost.”
His Daddy frowns, brows pulled together as he looks down at his hard cock. “You know what? I think you need to take care of this or Daddy won’t be able to get any work done.”
Samuel drops to his knees, eager to obey.
8
“Ihave to go home first,” Samuel says, just as they’re getting ready to leave for the day.
Bryan looks him over, a hungry, greedy perusal of the young man’s body, imagining all the things he wants to do and try. He just can’t help himself. The dam has broken.
He’s looking for traces of their earlier encounter everywhere on the boy. Are his lips swollen from all the sucking he did earlier in the day? Is his hair a little mussed from all the times Bryan shoved his fingers into the mass of it, desperate to control every part of Samuel that he could?
“Don’t look at me like that or we’ll never get out of here,” Samuel murmurs, and a blush spreads up his fair skin.
“I can’t help it. Why don’t I drive you, and then we can go to my place?”
“Okay.” Samuel looks around the office and decides no one is close by or paying attention. “Yes, Daddy.”
“I may need to forbid you from saying that word here. I can’t be hard all day.”
Samuel grins at him, pleased at the crude compliment. The younger man is a revelation. And he’d been very candid andaccurate in his confessions via email about what he liked and how he wanted to be treated, so Bryan feels like he has a map of how to behave and what to do in order to get the relationship right.
And he can’t do it wrong so long as he’s doing what Samuel wants. Which is also a relief and bolsters his courage.
And it had all been so easy once he got started. The way Samuel had come into his office, reserved and ready for disappointment, the desperate need he’d shown as soon as Bryan touched him. All of it was perfect.
“I guess I never intended to go to Lex’s, after all,” he says, interrupting Bryan’s musings.
“Oh?” He asks as the elevator doors close.
“I didn’t even pack my things for the weekend. Once I had a bite of steak, I didn’t want….”
“Spam?”
“Egotistical much? I was going to say hamburger, but you’re right. He is definitely spam to your top sirloin.”
“That might be the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me,” Bryan says.
Samuel laughs and presses a quick kiss to his cheek just as the doors open. They go into the parking garage, and Samuel turns on the radio for the drive. At this time of year, it’s all Christmas music all the time.
