Cup of Joe (Bold Brew 1)

“Good boy. You can take my cock out now.” I made it an order, but it was almost a medical necessity at that point, the way my cock was pushing against the denim.

“Yay.” His little celebratory wiggle as he moved back was enough to have me throbbing again. Mercifully, he made fast work of my belt with nimble fingers but slowed to cautiously lower my zipper. Withdrawing my cock, he whistled low. “Fuck. You’re big.”

“And you’re damn good for my ego.” I knew perfectly well that I was probably on the larger side of average, but not porn-star hung. However, his mock wide-eyed wonder gave me an idea. “Give me your hand.”

“Ooh.” Loosening his grip, he let me take his hand in mine. “Gonna show me what you like, Daddy?”

“Yeah,” I said roughly. I liked his easier use of the title there, his teasing, expectant tone, and the pliant way he let me adjust his hand so I was guiding his motions.

“Mmm.” He shifted back, giving us both more room to play. He put one foot on the floor so he was riding my thigh while we jacked my cock together. “Like that?”

“Yeah. Use your thumb some too.” I was still ramped enough from the earlier play that it wasn’t going to take much to get me there, and giving him pointers was proving to be a major turn-on. “Little tighter.”

“You feel so good. Can I…oh.” Evidently not waiting for permission, Levi humped harder against my thigh.

“Such a dirty boy. Messy panties. And you’re going to come again, aren’t you?”

“Y—yes.” His breath hitched. “Feels naughty.”

“And you like being naughty for Daddy?”

“Fuck.” Hand tightening without my needing to make the request, he moved faster.

“Tell me,” I demanded.

“Yes, Daddy. I like being your naughty boy. I want to make you come.”

Still keeping my hand on top of his, I sped his strokes up. “Beg me for it. And you better not come without permission.”

My head fell back against the sofa. I was fighting a losing battle for control, but his hand and his motions felt so damn good.

“Please, Daddy. Show me how to get you off. I want to see your come. I want—” He broke off on another lusty moan. “Please.”

His sweet begging was almost enough. I let go of his hand, letting him keep the rhythm going. “Kiss me.”

“Yes.” His kiss was sloppy and interrupted by his little gasps and moans, but perfect too, especially the way he yielded when I took over the kiss, tongue thrusting in time with his strokes.

“Close.”

“Please. Please. Me too. Oh. Me too. Please. Daddy.” His begging got more urgent, and the way his voice broke shredded the last of my control.

“Come with me,” I ordered as my body bucked into his grip.

He made another breathless moan, grinding down hard as I came. I shot hard, whole body tensing and jerking as I tried not to roar too loudly. With my hand, I urged him faster until he was coming too.

Breathing hard, he collapsed against me. My jeans were wet with his come, and I’d shot big ropes of it all over his fist and my shirt. Fuck. He wasn’t kidding about messy. In a second, I’d have to come up with some sort of plan to get back to my truck. But that was a problem for future me. Present me kissed Levi’s head and stroked his back and luxuriated in how at peace he seemed, especially compared with earlier.

“Doing okay?”

“You have to ask?” He nuzzled against me.

“Yup.” I kissed him on the mouth, slow and sweet. “I’m always going to want to make sure you’re all right.”

“Fucking fantastic.” His voice was the sort of sleepy, fucked-out drawl that I absolutely loved. “Messy and sticky, but fantastic.”

“Good. And if it’s possible, I might be the messier one.”

That got him laughing. “Oops.”

“I better figure out how I’m getting cleaned up before I scandalize your neighbors.”

“You could stay,” he offered as his head dropped to my shoulder. “For a while, I mean. There’s a washer and dryer in a closet by the kitchen.”

“Tempting.” And it was, but I wasn’t sure that hanging around longer was smart.

“I’ve got a shower too. And if you get bored waiting, I’ve got movies on my tablet. We could watch in the bedroom where it’s warmer.”

It sounded almost unbearably sweet, and I wanted it with a ferocity that surprised me. “Don’t think it’s possible to get bored with you around.”

“So you’ll stay?” His tone was all playful and eager, but the vulnerability had returned to his eyes. He bit his lip.

I’d truly been about to say no, but it was that uncertainty that decided me. He needed me to stay, for reasons maybe neither of us fully understood, but I wasn’t going to walk out on him.

“Yeah. Clean clothes sounds good. And the rest of your plan.”