Page 97 of Hold Back
The corners of Kit’s mouth twitched. “You like controlling your boy. You may be biased.”
“I’m very biased, my boy, but you asked a question. Now you have an answer.”
Kit let out a long breath. “Can we go to bed?”
“Now?”
Red didn’t know why he was questioning it. After the day they’d had, they needed to reconnect. But he could see Kitquivering like he needed to be touched, to be reassured and treasured. By his Daddy.
“I need you to make love to me.”
Red stood and held out his hand. “Let’s go to bed.”
In the bedroom, Red slowly stripped Kit of the clothes he’d just put on. Slowly he revealed each limb, each stretch of naked flesh, each and every part of Kit that made his pulse race and his heart swell. Then he pressed a kiss to the tip of the hood of Kit’s cobra, his tongue flicking out to taste his silky-smooth skin.
“I’m going to follow him all the way down.” He kissed along the turquoise scales to show Kit what he meant.
Kit shivered. “Yes, Daddy.”
“And you will lie there like a good boy and let me love you.”
“Yes, Daddy.” Kit’s eyes were wide, his pupils blown.
Red traced the outline of the head with his tongue. “And when I come inside you, you’ll know you’re mine forever.”
“Yes, Daddy,” Kit gasped breathlessly, then it trailed off into a moan as Red tugged on one nipple ring.
Red swept Kit into his arms and placed him on the bed, then he shucked his own clothes and lay down next to his boy.
He tugged Kit into his arms, reveling in the delicious friction from the hairs on their legs tangled together, and kissed him until Kit melted against him. He felt Kit’s heartbeat, strong and fierce against Red’s chest, their hot breath mingling.
Red pulled back a little to look at him. “I love you, my sweet boy.”
“I love you too. Now fuck me.”
Red growled at Kit’s mischievous smile. “Is that an order, boy? Because you know who gives the orders around here.”
Kit thought for a moment. “It’s a request, with a hint of an order, because I know you want it too.”
He was right. They were both hard and wanting, their leaking cocks pressed against each other.
But Red’s boy needed to learn that Daddy liked to take his time, and Red still had a cobra to kiss and lick.
He pushed Kit down into the pillows and leaned over him, tugging each nipple ring with his lips. “I’ll buy you a chain when we get home.”
Kit nodded, his eyes wide and gleaming.
“Then I’ll make you come just by playing with it.”
The nod was more frantic this time. His boy liked that idea.
Red licked a long, slow stripe down the snake, making Kit moan and reach out for him.
“Please, Daddy,” Kit begged. He wriggled under Red’s touch, his mischief given way to desperation and need.
“Oh, I will. But in my own time.”
He tugged on the piercing in Kit’s belly button. He was going to enjoy playing with these. Just wait until he reached the one at the end of the cobra’s tail.
