it, he raised his finger to his mouth. Following the movement, I looked back as he sucked my cum from his finger.
“Sweet,” he said, dropping a kiss to my lips. “Everything about you is so damn sweet.”
My cock jerked at the taste of him, but there was no way I could go again. My eyes felt heavy with satisfaction, and my body was like a wet noodle.
I moaned and reached for Carson as he rose from the bed. I wasn’t ready to return to reality just yet.
“Shhh,” he whispered as he untangled his body from mine. “I’m going to go get a washcloth to clean you up. Dried cum isn’t fun.”
Letting him go with a pout, I collapsed back onto the bed and watched him saunter through a door I hadn’t paid much attention to in my first foray into the playroom. Through the open doorway, I spied pink tiles, another white rug, and the edge of a pink, claw-foot bathtub.
Snuggling Sprinkled in my arms, I rolled onto my side and closed my eyes as I listened to Carson moistening a rag. The sink turned off, and I heard his footsteps as he returned to my side.
“Ohhh,” he said softly as he wiped the cum from my stomach. “Is my little darling sleepy after his fun time?”
Nodding, I rubbed my face against the bed, the sheets soft against my cheek.
“Sleep,” he whispered as he covered me with a light blanket. “You need it.” He brushed his thumb over the dark circle under my eye. “I’ll wake you up for lunch.”
As if waiting for his permission, my body finally gave up as my dreams consumed me.
Chapter Ten
Carson
Creeping down the hallway, I stopped in front of the playroom door. Pushing it open, I peeked into the room to see Miller still sleeping. Leaning against the doorframe, I crossed my arms and watched him. Seeing him like that, I realized just how much tension he usually carried in his body. He was always watchful, silently cataloging the people around him.
Looking for threats, I thought, feeling sad and angry all over again. It was one thing to know that Miller had been in an abusive relationship, but hearing the details was a lot harder to swallow, and I knew what he’d confided to me was only the tip of the iceberg.
With a little sigh, he snuggled his face into the pillow and pulled his blanket up to his chin. His eyelids fluttered as he dreamed. I smiled at the foot he stuck out from under the covers. I looked down at his pants still lying on the floor, a constant reminder that all that separated me from his half-naked body was a thin blanket.
Was it strange that I thought the tiny bit of drool I noticed on his pillow was cute?
He just looked so sweet and innocent. I noticed the pink, stuffed bunny was still in his arms. My cock jerked in my pants as I thought about the way he’d clutched the pink stuffie to his chest as I’d pleasured him. Something about the contrast between something so pure and something so dirty just flat out did it for me.
He hadn’t been so innocent earlier when he’d come in my arms, I thought, still surprised that everything had fallen so neatly into place.
Miller liked getting pretty. Miller liked my playroom. Miller was the kind of little I’d dreamed about for so long that I was at a loss now that he was there for the taking. I knew one thing for sure, after having tasted him, I wasn’t letting him go without a fight.
Knowing he’d be hungry once he woke up and feeling a deep-seated need to take care of him, I pushed away from the door and headed toward the kitchen to start a late lunch. I checked the clock on the stove. The rest of the group wouldn’t begin to arrive for at least another two hours, giving Miller plenty of time to nap, eat, and then finish his mini.
Preheating the oven, I opened the refrigerator, pulled out a package of raw chicken, seasoned it liberally, and popped it in the oven for some chicken salad sandwiches. After setting a timer, I grabbed a knife from the block and set about chopping the veggies for the salad and some lettuce and tomatoes to top our sandwiches.
I opened the loaf of bread, pulled out four slices, and dropped them into the toaster to give them a bit of a crunch. My mouth