Trust in Me - Quinn Ward Page 0,41

seemed gross, but also not. Before I could talk myself out of it, I bent down and spit on the head of his dick. Theron hissed, muttering about how good my hand felt. That gave me the courage to keep going.

It wasn’t long before he was thrusting into my hand, warning me that he was getting close. I cupped his balls with my other hand, turning it so my fingers grazed his taint. “Just like that, baby. Don’t stop. Oh fuck, that feels good. If you keep that up, I might make a rule that you give Daddy some attention every morning.”

“I’d be okay with that,” I told him. My chest puffed out, proud of myself for paying close attention to his reactions. “Can I lick it, Daddy?”

“If you do, you might get more than you’d bargained for,” he warned me. That was fine by me. Now that I was down here, I realized what a powerful feeling it was to bring someone this much pleasure. “You can do whatever you want to me, baby boy. This is your reward for being so good for Daddy.”

“Thank you.” I nearly went cross-eyed staring at his dick as I lowered my head. He cried out when I wrapped my lips around just the tip, sucking gently, dragging my tongue over the tip.

“Just like that, sweetheart. Don’t worry about taking all of it,” Daddy instructed me. “Press your finger a bit lower.”

That surprised me. I didn’t think Daddy would want me playing with his ass, but I was good at following instructions. Because I couldn’t be bothered to find the lube, I didn’t push my finger inside his hole, but what I was doing must have been enough. Daddy tapped me on the shoulder before lifting his hips off the bed. “Fuck, Sammy. I’m gonna come.”

I nodded, never taking my mouth off his dick. Daddy fisted the sheets as he thrust into my mouth again. His dick erupted with spurts of thick, bitter cum. It wasn’t the best flavor in the world, but I swallowed it, worried he’d think I was rude if I spit it out.

His dick twitched against my hip as Daddy pulled me over his body. “That was the best wake up ever, baby. Do you want me to help you out?”

“No, Daddy. Last night was for me. This was just for you,” I told him. Before he could insist on returning the favor, I hopped out of the bed. He’d made a comment last night about how there was no tally on who took care of the other more. Daddy needed to practice what he preached.

10

Theron

It was hard to believe how fast time flew when I was with Sammy. He came to my house straight from school every day he didn’t have to work, and it hadn’t felt odd at all to give him the passcode for the garage the first time he’d gotten home before me. He fit there, and it meant the world to see him settling in. My house, which had been four really expensive walls and a backyard I rarely took the time to enjoy before him, was transforming into a home with his building blocks in the corner of the living room and his cups and plates in the cabinets.

Overall, I couldn’t have been happier.

But there was still the issue of needing to talk to William. Part of me resented him because I wasn’t used to having to clear things with him before our relationship progressed any further, but I was grateful he’d accepted that role in Sam’s life for a short time. It was what Sam needed and, at the end of the day, that was all that mattered.

In an ideal world, all three of us would have sat down to talk, but Sam was adamant that it not be at The Lodge, and it had been impossible to find a time William was available when we were both home for the evening. That was why William was coming to my place for dinner tonight while Sammy was at work.

Will you tell me what he says?

Sam had been obsessing over this all week. He alternated between being angry that he couldn’t make his own decisions and nervous that William would think he was rushing into a relationship with the first person to show both interest and acceptance.

He can’t say no, right? I mean, it’s still my decision if I want to be able to have sex with you?

Because I do.

I laughed out loud