Page 56 of A Little Christmas: Rivi

“You sure did.”

“I like playing with you, Daddy.”

“I like playing with you.”

I reached between us until my palm rested on his hardness. “It’s big. I want to feel it.” I pressed my palm against him.

“Ah.” He fell back onto the sheets, giving me more access.

I saw the oil at the edge of the bed and grabbed it. I spread some onto my hands and then touched him all over, squeezing, stroking, milking.

He was so pretty, with thick blue veins and a bubble tip that turned purple the more I played. I licked it, wondering if someday I might train my mouth to take that stiff cock all the way down my throat. For now, I could lick and suckle the head. He groaned when I did that.

I had to use both hands on him. I learned a rhythm and kept it up.

“Sweet boy, I’m about to unload,” he warned.

I sucked down as far as I could get the head into my mouth and used my small hands to milk upward.

He spurted into my mouth with loud groans. When he was finished, I ran my hands up and down the insides of his thighs, admiring his cock all tumescent and wet against his lower stomach, pleased with my accomplishment.

I crawled between his legs and lay on top of him, cock to cock, and kissed his chin.

He stroked up my back. “How did I get so lucky?”

We slept late the next morning, missing breakfast.

Neither of us cared.

22

Briar

After our first night, Rivi and I slept together in my room every night. If Trent noticed that Rivi wasn’t in his room and that we skipped some meals, he never said a word.

Saturday came. The visitors started to arrive in the afternoon for Trent’s private kink party.

Rivi was excited. I could also tell he was nervous with all his questions.

“Will some of them have sex right out in the open?”

“Maybe.”

“Do I pretend not to see?”

“If that is happening out in the open it means you are welcome to watch.”

“But we aren’t, right, Daddy?”

“No. I want you all to myself. I don’t like sharing.”

“You did, though. You said it. With Uncle Trent when you were both younger.”

Caught. “Yes. But not sex in the way you’re thinking. We did scenes. Bondage scenes. In leathers.”

“Will you wear your leathers tonight?”

I ruffled his curls. “I plan to.”