sobs. I knelt behind him and kissed his ass cheeks. “Shh, Daddy will kiss and make it better.”
“You promised your cock in my mouth,” he choked out around his tears. “That’ll make it better.”
I hadn’t planned to deliver anything else but to soothe him before letting him get moving for his meeting. I glanced at the clock mounted on the wall. We had enough time for him to blow me off. Barely.
If this was what it took for him to loosen up about going to AA, I wouldn’t deny him.
“Don’t move,” I instructed him.
I walked around to the other side of the desk and unbuckled my pants.
“Put your hands behind your back.”
He obeyed and sniffled. He had stopped crying, and his eyes were fixated on where my hands worked at the zipper of my jeans. I pushed a hand into my underwear and pulled out my erection.
“Oh god, Daddy,” he moaned. “You’re so big.”
“And it’s all for you.”
He sucked in a deep breath. “Thank you, Daddy. May I suck it now, please?”
“Go ahead. Keep your hands behind your back, or I’ll take your treat away.”
I stepped closer, and he latched greedily onto my dick. Watching him struggle to take all of it was a sight to behold, those lips spreading to accommodate my girth, his eyes opening wide when I pushed down his throat.
By now, I knew how much he could take. I slid a hand into his hair, clutching tightly as I fucked his face. Slowly at first because I didn’t want it to end too soon. He was always so fucking good at blow jobs, and just seeing the blissed-out look on his face was enough to send me over the deep end.
“Shit, boy.” I closed my eyes and focused on the sensation instead of the sight of him, like a cockwhore dying for a drop of my cum. My hips pistoned faster, driving deeper.
The sound of my cock hitting his mouth dripping with saliva was so dirty. I opened my eyes just a slit and found his closed, his whole body relaxed as if he was floating away somewhere.
“Fuck, I’m coming.”
His eyes flew open as the first spurt of cum ejected into his mouth. He sucked greedily, moaning around the fullness of my cock. With a groan, I tapped his cheek, and he released me. He chased after the head of my dick with his tongue and circled the plump glans, humming like he was the one who’d just come.
Despite his mewling sounds of protests, I tucked my dick back into my pants, then crouched before the desk.
“Did I do good?” he asked me softly.
“Extremely.”
I leaned forward and captured his lips with mine, slowly teasing them apart and deepening the kiss. His arms came around me, clutching me with surprising force.
“You okay?” I released his lips and kissed his nose.
He nodded with a smile. “Thank you. I feel better now.”
I helped him up from the desk, sat in my chair, and pulled him between my legs. “You can come to me at any time, baby. You know that, right?”
“I’m afraid of letting you down,” he admitted as I fixed his clothes. “Like if I’m being honest about how I feel, you’ll see how truly fucked-up I am and leave.”
“Oh, baby.” He climbed onto my lap and settled against my chest, and I tucked him into my arms. “Let me hold you a minute.”
“Okay, just a minute. I heard my phone go off when you had your cock stuffed down my throat, so I think Rue’s here.”
“Does this mean you’re looking forward to your first meeting?”
He gave me a blank stare. “Not exactly looking forward to it but willing.”
“Good, that’s enough for now.”
Chapter Two
Ashton
“We’re here.”
At Rue’s announcement, I stared at the nondescript brick building ahead. It was nothing at all like I’d expected. Nothing different from the other buildings that lined the block.
Silly me.
The name Alcoholics Anonymous had to be in practice and not theory only, but I’d expected a big condemning sign on the front of the building. I’d expected people to look at me with disgust as I walked inside, immediately thinking the worst of me.
Ashton Keyes, an alcoholic. I wasn’t convinced. So I had a drinking problem, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as that.
You crashed your car into the restaurant.
But it was an accident. It could’ve totally happened to anyone.
If you were sober.
“Is this really necessary?” I asked Rue, fed up with arguing with myself.
“You know it is, Master Ashton,” my driver replied, his