Page 28 of Culture and Curiosities (Blue Ridge Charm #1)

The diner men seemed to think they’d been very helpful but I was going to have to disagree with them. I couldn’t disagree with my sweet and slightly bossy mate, though, when he was so cute. So I did a very Daddy-like behavior and gave him what he was begging for.

I’d seen the other Daddies do it numerous times for a variety of reasons from cake to closet time, so I knew it was part of the game. I just wasn’t sure how often he was supposed to get what he wanted.

Figuring that out would have to wait, though.

Easing my cock out of my pants got happy sighs and wiggles from my tired boy, but as soon as his lips wrapped around my cock, I knew thinking was done for both of us.

His mouth was distracting.

So were his sighs and the faint happy thoughts coming through the bond.

My Wren enjoyed sucking on his binkie and his Daddy, and based on his wandering thoughts, he planned on talking me into this activity as much as possible.

The idea was arousing and worrying because I wasn’t sure what the rules of the game were.

Was I supposed to be patient while he fell asleep sucking on me?

Was I supposed to do my best to stay soft? Hard?

Where were orgasms intended in the game?

His physical arousal signals were low and his penis was only half hard when I’d put him in the diaper, but did that mean he would not want an orgasm?

Was I supposed to do my best to arouse him?

I was definitely doing my best to keep my thoughts to myself and prevent them from going through the bond, but that was harder than I expected because our bond was usually completely open. I hadn’t even realized how often I projected my thoughts until I’d done my best to keep them to myself.

Wren seemed to be so tired he hadn’t noticed my mostly quiet mind, but it also may have been because of his own distracted and fragmented thoughts. When he could focus them, they were solely focused on my cock and the pleasure of sucking.

As much as I tried to keep my thoughts to how much I loved my mate and how I wanted to take care of him in any way possible, he was my mate and I did find him attractive and arousing and adorably mischievous…all of which increased my desire.

Along with the sucking.

If the game was for me not to react, he never gave me any indication of it because as he slowly sucked, barely bobbing his head to focus on the top part of my cock, he snuggled closer to wrap his hand around it like I was one of his stuffed animals…

and that did not help my ability to keep my desire in check.

As I got closer to my own orgasm, I stroked his head and sent love through the bond, trying to get his attention without waking him up fully.

“My sweet boy. My mate.”

That got a soft, pleased sound but it also had his hand tightening and his hum sent waves of pleasure vibrating up through my erection.

It hadn’t worked out as I’d intended, but it was an indication that my mate did not mind my own pleasures.

“So beautiful and so sweet. You’re so good to your Daddy.”

Barely letting my desire escape through the bond, I did my best to make sure he understood the consequences of sucking.

His happy sound that time was almost a moan, but his personal desire for erotic touch was low. So I continued to stroke his head and back, ignoring everything else in favor of sharing my love with him through the bond.

When my love and my orgasm were at their peak, I slid my finger into his mouth to try to break the seal, but he gave an insistent grunt and took me deeper.

Even without the bond it was easy to see what he wanted, so I stopped fighting the pleasure his mouth gave me and the beauty his love gave me and let my orgasm overtake me.

My Wren swallowed around me, feeling pleased and confident like he had captured his prey, taking my cum and continuing his firm suckling until I was utterly spent and relaxing against the head of the bed.

Making me orgasm or just having a soft penis in his mouth seemed to help his mind find words again but they were all random and a mix of little and grown-up things. Giving me something else to focus on besides how incredible his lips were around my overly sensitive penis was helpful, though.

My cock was better than a binkie.

He was tired.

He wanted dessert.

He was going to brag about bathtime.

Diapers were soft.

The bed was lumpy.

He wanted pancakes for breakfast.

Binkies should come in penis shapes.

I wasn’t sure why they didn’t but before I could decide what headspace would be appropriate for asking, his thoughts finally slowed again until they were nearly silent and he was barely stroking the head of my cock with his lips.

Thank the ancestors.

When he was down to just barely tickling me with his tongue and his mind was silent, I gently eased my cock out of his mouth and slid the binkie back in.

He shifted and scrunched his face up, but quickly slid back into a deep sleep where I could barely sense dreams floating around at the back of his mind.

He was beautiful and tender and even lost in his dreams I could still feel his love coming through the bond…and that was what I would spend our last night on Earth focusing on…not my fears of going through the gate, his safety, or what would happen in our future.

No, there were much more incredible things to focus on and I was going to spend every moment we had together remembering them.