“Oh, you’re always Daddy. Especially in the bedroom.” I smiled at him, pulse slowing back down. “Feel free to talk dirty all you want. But your job right now is to lay there and look pretty.”
“My job, huh?”
“Yup.” I stretched out next to him. I’d said that I wanted to explore, but there was something I wanted more first.
A kiss.
Which was something I now had expert status in. Or at least, I was an expert at kissing Joe. I knew exactly how to slant my mouth over his, knew where he liked teeth and where he liked sucking and licking, and knew how to ramp us both up until we were breathing hard and back on familiar footing.
“So good,” he groaned as I draped myself more fully over his chest, my hard cock pressing into his side. “You can take charge more often.”
“I’ve barely started.” I arched my eyebrows at him, trying for commanding but settling for making him chuckle fondly.
“Oh.” Laughter trailing off, he inhaled sharply as I kissed his neck and shoulder. I stroked his arms and sides while I slowly slithered lower on the bed, dropping kisses as I went. My mouth on his neck made his breath come faster, but when I reached his chest, raking my teeth across his pec earned a deeper moan. And merely touching my tongue to his nipple was enough to make him hiss. “I like that.”
“I can tell.” Experimenting, I tried alternating sucking and licking, using Joe’s expressive responses to figure out that he liked a lot of stimulation. I sucked one nipple while flicking the other with my finger.
“Fuck.” Groaning, Joe reached for his cock.
“Not yet. I want to taste it.” Moving his hand aside, I slid even lower, kissing his abs and the sexy-as-hell line of dark hair there. We both knew where I was heading, but I took my time, gently biting his belly and stroking his powerful thighs. Using my breath to ruffle his patch of hair, I danced my fingers across his balls.
He gave a warning growl. “Quit teasing.”
“But it’s fun.” I looked up, eyes meeting his in a shared smile.
“Brat.” He shook his head like I was too much, but the fondness in his gaze made my whole body tingle. With Joe, I could be extra and bratty, and it was good and safe and right.
“Be a good boy and suck Daddy’s cock.” His voice was firm, but his touch on my shoulder was gentle.
“You’re lucky you’re hot when bossy.”
I complied, not because he’d demanded it, but because his tone had ramped me up too, and now I needed to taste him. Licking him like an ice cream cone, I started with more teasing, little flicks and flutters of my tongue until he was groaning and muttering things about smart-mouthed brats. But he let me have my fun until I needed him deep almost as much as he did. I swallowed him down, taking as much as I could in a smooth move.
“Mmm. Fuck.” Joe’s breath quickened, but he didn’t thrust or otherwise try to direct my head. I loved those things, but it was also nice, the novelty of having more control. I sucked him over and over, going farther down as his cock became slipperier and my throat relaxed more. Experimenting, I went deep, and then used my tongue to flick the top of his balls. The move made him moan. “Do that again.”
“This?” I did it again, but I couldn’t reach as much with my tongue as I wanted to. Releasing his cock, I nuzzled his heavy balls before more deliberately playing with them, light touches and swipes of my tongue.
“Yeah, lick my balls. Love that.” Joe’s rough voice made my cock pulse, but I also loved him expressing a preference.
So much of our play was all about me, that learning little things about him, like how he had sensitive nipples or that he liked his balls stimulated, felt like victories, made me want to cheer. Having more ways to please him was a total win.
“Oh, fuck. Yes.” Shuddering, Joe chanted a steady stream of curses as I licked and sucked and found more ways to turn him on.
I tried stroking his cock while I used my mouth on his balls, but I couldn’t coordinate a rhythm and didn’t protest when he replaced my hand with his own. I took advantage of having my hands free to grip my cock, try to give myself a little relief. My arm kept brushing Joe’s leg until he groaned. “You jerking yourself? So hot. Move so I can see.”
Laughing, I looked up from playing with his balls. “Daddy wants a show?”
“Yeah. Fuck.”
“This?” I angled myself on my side so he could see me stroke, but not so close that he was likely to get come in his eyes. I also didn’t want him feeling obligated to turn this into a sixty-nine. Keeping the focus squarely on Joe was my number-one goal, rather than getting off myself.