Fun now, thinking later.
Much later.
When his next one finally starts catching up with him, I’ve been holding back for several minutes and can unload with a satisfied grunt as he screams and swallows and his body jerks against the straps. I wait a few more seconds and switch the milker off but I don’t move except to set the controller aside so I can stroke his head with both hands.
He goes limp in the restraints, his mouth still sucking my cock, his tongue exploring, like he never wants to let me go.
I know the feeling.
I don’t speak because I don’t know where his head’s at and I don’t want to disturb his headspace. Instead, I trail my hands down and across his shoulders, leaning in so I can rub along his spine, up again, down his arms, to his hands, where I curl my fingers around his.
He’s still breathing heavy when his fingers tighten around mine, not in a quick squeeze, but in a grip that doesn’t loosen.
I fold my body over his as best I can in this position and feather my lips along his spine, licking the sweat from his body. He tastes as sweet as he smells, and when I finally stand and move to withdraw from his mouth, he tightens his lips around me and sucks, making an adorable, muffled uh-uh sound.
That makes me chuckle. “We’re not done, baby. I’ll remove the straps and clean us up so we can snuggle in the hot tub.
My cock pops free from his mouth. “Snuggle?” he asks.
“Yeah. If you want to.” I can finally stand and look down into his face but he won’t release my fingers.
He sighs and it’s adorable and sounds contented. “Yes please.”
Ten minutes later, I’ve carried him out there—which apparently he loves because it’s never happened to him before—and he’s sitting on my lap, his head against my chest and with him holding my arms around him. I’ve kept conversation to a minimum and I’m content to sit there enjoying this, nuzzling the top of his head.
After fifteen minutes in the hot tub, he takes a deep breath, holds it, and slowly lets it out. “Wow,” he says.
I kiss the top of his head. “Good wow?”
“Fuck yeah, good wow. Best wow. Amazing wow.” He tips his head back to stare into my eyes. “Can we do that again wow?”
I study him, his expression, can still feel our energy swirling around him and me both. “Not tonight.”
He smiles. “Is it after midnight?”
I laugh. “Not sure. Maybe.”
“Then do you mean not until after this sunrise and the following sunset, or do you mean over the next day and a half?”
I can’t help it—I laugh. I don’t know if I’ve laughed this much in a while. “You need a few hours of recovery time, and we both need sleep before we do that again. This is tonight—next sunset is tomorrow night. How’s that?”
He smiles. “You aren’t annoyed at my pedantic nature?”
“Not in the least.”
A natural silence settles between us as we stare into each other’s eyes. Several minutes pass before he speaks again, sounding quiet, tentative.
“Can I ask you a question?”
“Sure.”
“Can I keep living here even after initiation, or do I have to move?”
Part of me wants to say yeah, you can, you can move into my bedroom right now, but that will definitely lead me into temptation too great to resist.
I slant my lips over his and gently kiss him. “You can live here as long as you want.” It’s a safe answer—and a chickenshit one—but I can’t make him a promise I don’t know if I can keep. For all I know, Jax may ship him out tomorrow to another pack.
That would break my heart but I’m a big boy and a lot older than Mal and I can deal with it.
