by M. A. Innes
Edward didn’t say anything the first time Mason wiggled, trying to move his trapped cock to a more comfortable position. But by Mason’s third adjustment, which was no longer discreet, Edward set down the spoon.
“Boy, is there a problem?” The heat from Edward’s voice let Mason know that at the very least Edward had an idea of the problem.
It was still embarrassing and Mason wasn’t sure he would be able to tell Edward the problem. At least not yet. Give him another few minutes and there was no telling what he would say.
Not knowing what to say, Mason just hid his face in Edward’s neck. Breathing in the smell that was uniquely Edward, Mason just nodded.
The hand that had been resting on Mason’s ass now started rubbing small circles. It definitely wasn’t going to help his problem any. Now that Edward wasn’t holding the spoon any longer, his right hand came to rest on Mason’s thigh. Inches from where Mason’s cock was hard and throbbing, desperate for release. Mason didn’t bother trying to hide the moan that escaped.
“Can you tell Daddy what the problem is, Boy?” Edward’s deep voice was almost growling and it sent shivers down Mason’s spine.
Shaking his head, Mason pressed his face harder into Edward’s neck. He desperately wanted Edward’s touch, or at least permission to fix the problem, but he didn’t know how to ask. It was partly out of fear or maybe embarrassment, but it was also just so erotic that Mason’s whole body throbbed when he tried to imagine asking. He’d never manage to ask without coming in his pants.
Edward’s hand slid farther up his leg causing Mason to arch uncontrollably into his touch.
“I think I know what the problem is, Boy.” Edward’s hand continued to move higher up Mason’s leg. “Would you like Daddy to help you? I think you’re hard and trapped in those jeans, aren’t you? Would you like Daddy to make you feel better?”
Edward’s thumb grazed Mason’s cock as he finished his sentence. Moaning again and arching up, trying to get more of his light teasing touch, Mason nodded and a pained plea escaped. “Please, Daddy.”
His large, strong hand slid up to cover Mason’s hard shaft. “Good boy. Daddy’s so proud of his good boy.”
Running his hand up and down over Mason’s hard, trapped shaft, Edward made soothing noises and told Mason how his daddy was going to make everything all better. “Daddy’s good boy, aren’t you?”
Mason pleaded and thrust his hips up against Edward’s palm. “Please, Daddy. I’m your good boy. Please.” Everything else faded away but the need for Edward’s touch.
“Shhh, Daddy’s going to fix everything and make it all better.” Edward’s low voice was hoarse and filled with passion. “My boy’s so hard and dripping, just look at how wet your pants are, sweet boy.”
Edward’s words made Mason blush but they also made his cock jerk and he knew more precum was leaking out with every naughty word Edward spoke. Mason couldn’t even think. His entire focus was on Edward’s hand wrapped around his painful cock and that deep voice telling him sexy, naughty things. “Please, Daddy. Please.”
In one smooth movement, the button on Mason’s jeans was opened. The straining pressure on Mason’s cock eased as Edward carefully released the zipper. Mason’s entire body shook as Edward freed his cock from the tight confines of his damp briefs.
Moving his hand up and down Mason’s hard length, Edward’s words made Mason burn. “Look at Daddy’s pretty boy. Doesn’t that feel better? You’re so hard and wet that I think we need to take care of this. It’s going to be hard for you not to come this week, isn’t it, sweet boy? You’re going to be Daddy’s good boy and not play with yourself, aren’t you?”
Mason shuddered and would have slid off Edward’s lap if not for his solid grip. “Yes, Daddy. I’m going to be a good boy. Your good boy, Daddy. Please, Daddy. Oh…” Mason moaned as Edward tightened his hold on Mason’s shaft.
“You’ve been such a good boy today for Daddy. Because I know how hard it’s going to be on you this week, how hard it will be to be good for Daddy this week I think my boy needs a reward. What do you think?”
Edward’s hand tightened as he talked about Mason’s reward and all Mason could do was beg and plead. Words tumbled out of his mouth; real sentences were completely beyond his control.
The firm grip sliding up and down Mason’s cock took his breath away but Edward wasn’t going to let Mason get away with not answering his question. God, he loved Daddy’s sexy control. “Boy, Daddy asked you a question. Do you need a reward? Does my good boy need a reward?”
Nearly hyperventilating, it was all Mason could do to answer, “Yes. Please. Daddy. YES!”
“That’s my good boy. You’re going to show me your bedroom now, so Daddy can give you your reward.” The dominance and need rolled off Edward as he spoke.
Mason nearly cried in desperation as Edward released his cock. “Please. Daddy.”
“Shh. You’re going to get naked for your daddy. Then I’m going to spread you out on your bed and give you your reward. You want your reward don’t you?” Edward’s teasing voice was heavy with need.
Shaking with the desire to come, Mason nodded into Edward’s neck. Gently helping an unsteady Mason to his feet, Edward looked at Mason like he wanted to devour him. Mason had never felt anything like it.
As Mason stood, holding onto the table for balance, Edward leaned forward and slid his hands around Mason’s hips to cup his ass. Then in one smooth motion, Edward slid Mason’s briefs and jeans down to the floor.
Mason automatically toed off his shoes and socks without thinking. Body moving without thought, he couldn’t do anything but watch Edward as he devoured Mason with his eyes. Raking his gaze up from Mason’s feet to his hard cock, which was jutting out painfully, pointing directly at Edward.
Edward’s hands slid up from Mason’s waist and with slow, steady movements unbuttoned Mason’s shirt. Taking his time, Edward didn’t rush as he stripped the shirt from Mason. The lingering, methodical way Edward opened the shirt made Mason feel like a present being unwrapped.
When the last button was undone and Edward spread his shirt apart, Mason had never felt more naked or more turned on. He’d gone to bed with other guys and been naked countless times but with Edward, it was like no one had ever really seen him before that moment. His daddy’s steady, intense gaze made him feel stripped and bare. Like Edward could see right through him.
“There’s Daddy’s pretty boy.” Running his hands over Mason’s shoulders as he pushed the fabric down his arms, Edward watched as the shirt fell to the floor.
Standing naked in front of Edward as he sat back in the chair fully clothed was the most erotic thing he’d ever done. It was simple and almost vanilla but it made his cock leak and his entire body shiver. Edward simply watched and studied Mason as he stood waiting for his daddy.
Mason could feel the precum leaking down his cock and his balls tightening up. Edward wasn’t even touching his cock and it felt like with one word Mason would explode. Fighting against the need, Mason watched as Edward’s hands moved back from his shoulders down to his chest. Desperate and aching, Mason couldn’t control the gasp and moan that escaped when Edward’s hands smoothed over his tight nipples.
“You like that.” Edward’s fingers traced around Mason’s pebbled, hard nipples, teasing the sensitive skin. Unconsciously leaning closer, Mason nearly screamed in pleasure as Edward pinched the sensitive skin. Teasing and pulling on Mason’s nipples, Edward alternated between pain and pleasure until Mason didn’t know which he wanted more.
Watching every movement and responding to every sound and plea, Edward’s intensity was incredible. It was like Mason was the only thing in the world to him. “So beautiful, Boy. So responsive.”
Mason’s body shook uncontrollably as he tried to keep from coming. “Please, Daddy. Please. Help.” Heading falling back, Mason swayed into Edward’s touch. “Daddy.”
“Shh. Such a good boy. You’re doing so good. I’m so proud of you, Boy
. So hard and needy but you’re doing such a good job.” Edward’s gravelly voice sent shivers down Mason’s spine and his words flooded Mason with pleasure.
Finally, after long moments of torturous bliss, Edward slid his hands away from Mason’s swollen, sensitive nipples. Lightly caressing Mason’s chest and abs, Edward leaned even closer and licked his lips. Mason’s whole body shivered.
Watching Edward’s obvious pleasure, Mason had never been happier that he hadn’t let his body go to pot after college. Edward’s obvious enjoyment of his muscles made every moment at the gym worth it.
Slowly sliding his hands around to Mason’s ass again, Edward stood and pulled Mason in close. Held against Edward’s chest, Mason groaned at the feeling of his naked body pressed tightly to Edward’s clothed one.
“I think it’s time you showed me your room, Boy.” Mason didn’t fight the whimpering sounds that escaped at Edward’s words.
Resting his forehead into Edward’s neck, Mason nodded. Edward turned Mason in his arms and began moving them both out of the kitchen to the back of the apartment. His own hard cock bobbing in front of him and feeling Edward’s rigid erection as it pressed into his ass, Mason could hardly breathe.
Walking would have been easier if Edward weren’t plastered right against him, running his hands over Mason’s naked body. But Mason couldn’t imagine asking Edward to move back. God, if anything, he wanted to beg for Daddy to be closer, to hold him tighter.
To play with his nipples again. They hurt, but in the best way. They’d always been sensitive so he’d mostly played with them a little and then stopped before they got to be too sensitive. Daddy didn’t have the same idea; Daddy played with them until Mason was writhing and couldn’t tell pleasure from pain.
Mason nearly had himself under control as they finally reached the bedroom. He was still hard and aching but having to concentrate on walking pulled him back from the edge. But when Edward leaned down and bit at the tender point where Mason’s neck met his shoulder as he pushed his hard cock against Mason’s ass, Mason nearly came right then.
Arching back into Edward’s erection and feeling the painful pleasure as it ricocheted through his body had Mason pleading. He just wasn’t sure for what. All he knew was that he needed Edward.
“DADDY!”
Teasing the tender area with kisses and little nips of his teeth, Edward moaned and rocked his hips into Mason’s ass again. “Such a good boy. Look at how sexy you are. Daddy’s sexy boy.”
Knees buckling, Mason sagged against Edward as they walked the last few feet to the bed. Every muscle in his body felt tense and loose at the same time. It was the weirdest feeling, like he could fly apart at any minute.
As Edward laid him out on the bed, kneeling over him, Mason’s one coherent thought was that he was glad he’d made his bed that morning. He almost grinned at the stupid thought, but Edward chose that moment to spread Mason’s thighs and start running his nails from Mason’s knees up to his groin. Writhing, with every nerve in his body screaming, Mason reached for Edward.
“No. Hands down. Not yet.” Still running his nails along the edge of Mason’s groin, Edward shook his head. “Hands up over your head, sweet boy. I’m going to give you your reward but you need to be a good boy.”
Shaking with need, Mason reached up and grabbed onto the pillows at the head of the bed. Fingers digging in, Mason’s grip tightened as Edward continued to run his short nails along the sensitive skin so close to Mason’s cock he could almost feel the touch.
“Good boy. Being so good for Daddy.” Mason could hear the pleasure in Edward’s voice as he held on and tried not to move.
Sliding his hands to Mason’s cock, Edward took it in one hand and his balls in another. Nearly coming off the bed, it was like every nerve ending in Mason’s body was in his erection. The gentle hand wrapped around his cock jerked him off with smooth, slow movements.
The hand on his balls, however, had a firmer grip, one that brought Mason back to that delicious border between pain and pleasure. The two warring sensations brought him right to the brink again. As his climax came rushing through him, Mason’s body spasmed and his grip on the pillow relaxed.
“No, sweet boy. If you want your reward you need to be good and listen to Daddy.” Edward moved his hand from Mason’s cock as soon as his hands left the pillow. The tight, beautifully painful grip on his balls remained, though. Sagging back down to the bed, Mason cried out as his orgasm slipped away.
“DADDY!”
“I know sweet boy, but if you want your reward you’re going to have to be good and listen to me. Are you going to listen?”
“YES! Please.”
The desperate edge to Mason’s voice seemed to make Edward smile. His smile had an edge to it that sent shivers down Mason’s spine. Kneeling over him, radiating need and passion, Edward had never looked sexier or more powerful.
“Then show me you want to be a good boy and put your hands back up there. Good boy.” Mason’s body lurched again as Edward brought his hand back to Mason’s cock. Stroking gently and teasing with the softest touch, Edward soon had Mason writhing and pleading again.
His daddy continued the teasing for what felt like hours. Every time Mason came close to coming, he would let go of the pillow and Edward would take his hand away, pulling Mason back from the edge. Then they would start the process all over again with Edward telling him to be a good boy for Daddy and Mason pleading and promising.
Sometimes his daddy would move his hand from Mason’s cock and play with his nipples, pinching and pulling at them until Mason wanted to fly off the bed. Sometimes he would move his hand from Mason’s balls and slide it down to tease the sensitive skin just below them.
When Edward thought Mason was being a very good boy, Mason’s reward was feathery caresses right around his hole. Edward never entered him, but the promise was there.
Mason lived for those short moments when Edward’s fingers would tease and circle his hole. It might have been his desperate imagination but it seemed that every time Mason was rewarded with that teasing brush, his daddy’s finger came closer and closer to entering him.
The frantic need for his daddy to enter him always made Mason drop the pillow and the cycle would begin again. It was maddening, infuriating, and the hottest thing that had ever happened to him. No one had ever touched him like Edward did.
He was so caught up in the endless need that he almost missed Edward’s words as he grazed the smooth skin around Mason’s tight opening. “I think my sweet boy needs his reward. What kind of reward does my boy want?”
Edward leaned down, mouth inches from Mason’s leaking, painful cock. “Does he want his daddy to suck on his pretty cock?”
Mason could feel Edward’s hot breath on his cock as Edward stroked and pleasured him. He almost begged for his daddy’s mouth when Edward looked at him and smiled that devilish smile. “Or does Daddy’s good boy want his hole played with? Do you want to feel my fingers slide in you and tease that special spot? What does my boy want?”
Everything in Mason froze as he imagined the possibilities. Every time he’d come close to exploding he would imagine all the ways that Edward could touch him. He’d pictured how Edward’s mouth would feel, how it would feel to finally have Edward’s fingers slide into him, to have Edward just tighten his hand on Mason’s cock hard enough to make him come.
Mason knew with one good tug on his cock he would come no matter what he really wanted. But when he looked up at Edward, there was only one thing that he could say.
“You, Daddy. I need you.”
Edward looked down at Mason and this time his grin wasn’t wicked or naughty; his smile was filled with love. “Are you sure baby boy? This was your special reward.”
“Please, I just want to feel you.” It was all Mason wanted. Just to feel Edward as he slid inside him. He wanted them to come together. For his daddy to claim him.
With one last gentle caress, Edward moved his hands from Mason’s bo
dy and reached up to his shirt. With shaking hands, his daddy slowly opened his shirt. Starting from the top, he worked his way down slowly, never taking his eyes off Mason’s.
He was desperate to touch Edward as his shirt slowly came off, but Mason’s hands wouldn’t move. As much as he wanted to feel his daddy’s muscular, sexy chest, to run his hands over the soft, fine hairs that dusted Edward’s body he wanted to please his daddy even more.
Shaking with need, Mason wasn’t sure when Edward’s pants came off but one moment he was fantasizing about licking Edward’s small coppery-looking nipples and the next his daddy was leaning over him, naked, hard, and beautiful.
Edward leaned over him and with just inches separating them looked at Mason with such need that it took his breath way. “Sweet boy, do you—?”
Mason didn’t even let Edward finish his sentence before he looked over at the nightstand. “The drawer, Daddy. Please…”
Shifting away just long enough to grab a condom and the lube out of the drawer, Edward quickly knelt between Mason’s legs and opened the condom. His heated gaze never leaving Mason’s body, Edward quickly sheathed his cock and opened the lube.
Generously spreading the lube on his fingers, Edward brought his hand to Mason’s desperate hole and this time, with just the lightest pressure, breached Mason for the first time. Mason saw stars as Edward’s finger entered his ass. He’d been so desperate for it for so long that Edward’s finger slid right in.
Teasing and stretching, Edward finger fucked Mason with one finger, then gently added another, and then as Mason pleaded and shook with need added a third. Mason no longer had any idea of time, it could have taken five minutes or five hours but eventually, Edward removed his fingers and stretched out over him again.
This time, though, he wasn’t going to make Mason wait any longer. Hooking his hands under Mason’s legs, Edward spread Mason open. It probably should have felt embarrassing or vulnerable but for Mason, it felt raw and beautiful.
Leaning down, Edward took Mason’s mouth in a deep kiss that stole his breath away as his cock slid into Mason body for the first time. Mason felt unbelievably full and wonderfully stretched, but he also felt loved and possessed. Edward wasn’t just fucking him or even making love to him. Edward was claiming him. His daddy was claiming him.