Chapter 51: The debt is paid
Well, things continue to heat up between Daryl and his teacher. Tonguing is mentioned and this chapter is quite explicit. Please don't read if you will be offended.
Do you think Daryl will end up living with Rogers?
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Daryl
Another few days and nothing happened between us much – just kissing and coddling and the occasional blowjob. Still, Carl insisted I attend school as usual and keep up appearances. Nobody seemed to have found us out and I breathed a deep sigh of relief but we continued to be careful, leaving for his home and coming to school at different times and never together. He continued to more or less ignore me in Math – just asked me 1 or 2 questions so it wouldn't look weird. I answered them easily.
I had to admit I could hardly concentrate in any of the exam preparation classes but math especially was a challenge. In any case, Carl told me not leave school without qualifications and that Thursday morning, he was looking at me with that glint in his eye and I knew what he was going to say before he opened his mouth.
'I don't want to pressure you, Daryl – but how about we try again tonight?'
I shrugged while my heart sank with dread. I'd got used to everything else we did – even enjoyed what he did to me, he was good – I had to give him that. But as for that other thing – the part when he entered me and was moving inside me, I wasn't sure I'd ever enjoy that.
Maybe I should try with a girl but there weren't any at school who would touch me with a bargepole. My tall, muscular and blond good-looking brother on the other hand…
I jolted in surprise when I felt myself grow hard down there when I thought about Merle, not my teacher. I'd been daydreaming about doing this shit with my own brother. Sick. I shook my head in disbelief. Must be the incest – that's what my teacher called it - Dad had done to me – twisting my thoughts. Fucking me up.
'Well?' Rogers was staring at me, waiting for my answer with eyebrows raised in gentle impatience. My thoughts had wondered again. Why did his teeth seem to glint like a shark's?
Do I have to decide now? Fuck – I can cope with everything else…except that.
'OK.' I stupidly agreed and even put on a smile, pretending to be excited when I was planning to take a detour on the way home and check for any signs of Merle back. Weird thoughts about him notwithstanding.
'Good boy. You're so brave. I'll promise to make you love it.' Carl was obviously pleased and ruffled my hair while I suppressed the urge to recoil from his touch.
.Merle – you better be home early – otherwise I'm gonna have to let him fuck me.
Feeling like a whore, I grinned back at my math teacher just as excitedly.
Rogers
Later that day.
'We can leave this for another time – or we can still have fun and warm you up some more first.' I grinned and brushed the bangs off his face. 'How about some whipped cream all over with sprinkles for me to lick off?'
He didn't reply but kept his head facing away from me but the tremours gradually slowed and stilled. He sniffed and his silent tears also appeared to trickle away to my great relief. I took this as a good sign and remained hopeful that he would get over this little blip and we could continue.
'What do you say? You liked it last time.' He finally looked back at me but with fear and I couldn't stand it not when I only wanted to make him happy.
'Or not.' I added, to let him know that he wasn't obliged to.
'We don't have to do anything. Doesn't matter, anyway. I am stopping.'
'No, don't!' I drew back in pleased surprise.
I reached down and kissed him, slowly, lingeringly and he returned the kiss.
'You sure?'
'Yeah! I want you to! Don't fuckin' stop!' He ordered me and I was relieved to see some of that defiant dare-devil Dixon in his eyes instead of them being haunted with an old pain and terror in them. 'I want it.'
'Even so, don't force it, take your time.' Still, I made no move to keep going even though I was more than eager to. 'This doesn't have to happen today.' I insisted because I needed to be sure.
'Fuck'im! Need to get past this!' He answered angrily and tried to take deeper breaths.
'Nothing to get past, baby. It's not just what happened to you before. Me doing this is making you relive it right now and for that, I'm truly sorry.'
'Yeah, well…' He left the rest of his words hang in the air. 'Just keep the fuck going', he snarled but then he gasped in surprise for some reason and I knew that his moans weren't far off.
If we could just get there, that was.
Still not convinced, especially as I thought he'd been feigning his enthusiasm this morning when I suggested this, I looked deep in his eyes.
To my joy, I saw my own desire reflected back in them.
It should have been because I had spent a long time getting him ready with delicious foreplay involving whipped cream, chocolate syrup and sprinkles. Then I'd worked on his behind using them until I was certain that he'd now be looking forward to the pleasure I could give him if he let me rather than the temporary pain at the beginning.
'I can't if you don't relax a little. I'm not going to force my way inside you because besides hurting you, I could do some serious damage.'
'Why do you care when he never does? Asshole ain't happy unless he makes me bleed.'
I gasped in horror, feeling suddenly so nauseous that I wondered if I could go through with it after he told me that.'
'I'm so sorry, son.' I ran my hand in what I hoped was soothingly through his hair. His head sagged and he let out a low whimper full of pain.
Not for the first time I cursed his sick father and wondered how he could carry on when his son was terrified and unwilling? Hurting him like that.
'No, stop! I fuckin' can't!' He suddenly changed his mind when I started to probe his entrance more deeply. I stopped immediately.
'Fuck!' He cried with tears springing from under his closed eye-lids. Please don't, Dad.' He murmured.
'Sh. I'm not him.' I told myself that I'd come too far to back out now unless he really was in distress.
'Let me help you with that.'
My fingers wrapped around him then, slowly starting to jerk him off. 'That's it, just lay back and enjoy it. Let me distract you.'
He closed his eyes as I patiently waited for him to be ready.
'Does it feel good?' It could have been worse really, I had my hand wrapped around the dick of Daryl Dixon, my personal walking, talking beautiful wet dream.
I smiled down at him, his eyes were still closed but his breathing had slowed down a little. When his eyes glazed over in pleasure and his pitiful little whimpers gave way to sweet little gasps and moans occasionally as I worked him over, I asked him, 'Are you ready yet?'
He gave me the most adorable little nod. Most important of all, he was willing!
Now, I could see he didn't want me to stop. 'Fuckin' do it!' He growled impatiently at me. He moaned and writhed, perhaps unwittingly or not, he was encouraging my dick to slide further into him. I could see clearly now that he wanted me.
He was now relaxed enough for me being able to slowly inch my way inside.
'Oh, God yes.' I hissed out. I looked him over once I was in as deep as I could go. 'You OK?'
'I'm' fine… I'll let ya know if I'm not.'
'You better.' I kissed him on his cheek to say 'Thank-you' for letting me do this.
'God, ya so beautiful.' I breathed in awe. 'And your ass is so sweet and tight...I've been dreaming of this for years. Ever since I saw you sitting in that classroom but you were too little then.'
This little bit of too much information spilled from my mouth before I could stop it. Thankfully he didn't react badly to it, he just looked at me curiously as if almost trying to figure me out. Or how he should feel about this little confession of mine.
I smiled down at him. 'Well, is there really any wonder I wanted you before all of this?'
'Nah, guess not.'
I took my chance to pull him closer to me, allowing me better access to him. At first it looked like he was about to protest but he soon stopped when my hand adoringly traveled up his stomach to end up teasing his nipples.
'Fuck!' He panted between long drawn-out moans.
'I'll show you how good it can feel, don't you worry.'
I frowned deeply as I saw his eyes suddenly filling with tears and I kissed his forehead. He whimpered softly at that as he blinked them away,
leaving me feeling like a total shit for a second.
'Am I doing something wrong?'
He gritted his teeth and shook his head. Yet he soon moaned quickly after. He knew that pleasure would come after the initial pain melted away. Anyway, I was just simply unable to stop.
On a rash impulse, I licked the tears away from his cheek to taste them. He snorted.
'What the...You get off on my tears, ya sick fuck?' He sneered up at me. Yet there was a twinkle in his eye.
But I could tell he was on the verge of laughing, meaning he was in a good enough mood to take some teasing.
'If I wanted to, I bet I could make you cry again easy, baby.' I hissed breathlessly in his ear.
He rose his eyebrows before he let out a long moan. 'Ya wouldn't dare.' He gasped.
'I mean – I could make you sob with pleasure.''
I didn't need to look at him to know that he was smiling and his chest hitched with excitement. 'Then prove it.'
'As you wish.' I went in deeper, searching for that sweet spot (come on – half the fun was in the searching for it and the teasing). When I found it, judging by his sudden gasp of surprise and his eyes rolling back to show their whites, I found my rhythm and hit it again and again without fail. Turning him into a moaning, quivering mess beneath me as I did.
'That's your prostrate, baby.' Even then, I couldn't abandon teacher mode completely just as I was educating him about the pleasure of consensual and good sex.
'Fuck...FUCK!' He cried, making me worry about the noise but I remembered that I didn't have any neighbours nearby. Thank God.
'That's right. Jus' there...keep hittin' it right there.' He moaned and writhed and I was pleased to see I had carried out my threat. He was literally weeping with pleasure now.
'I... I didn't know it felt like this...he's so fuckin' rough and it always hurts with him…Fuck!' He panted between long drawn-out moans.
He didn't need to tell me that because I knew what he meant. Sex for him wasn't something you enjoyed. In his world, sex was a thing you had to endure. Unfortunately for him, the offender was his own father.
'Poor baby.' I crooned in his ear even though I knew he would probably hate it. 'Does your Daddy hurt you?'
Overcome with sorrow and pity for him, I reached down and kissed him. He responded eagerly but we couldn't really spare the breath.
'I'd never force you or hurt you. You know that don't you, Daryl?'
'Yeah...Ya said that before loads of times.' But then he was moaning and bucking. 'Jus' get the fuck on with it!' He panted, getting his words out with difficulty.
He snarled with impatience and it was music to my ears.
When we had finally finished and we'd both got our breaths back, he turned to me on his side and rested his head on his hand.
I couldn't hide my grin when he did this, sporting a frown that looked just adorable accompanied by his messy hair, sticking up all over the place.
'You look surprised.' I said.
Rogers
He came closer to hug me then and lay his head on my chest. I held him lazily as he curled his fingers in my sparse chest hair before he looked up at me naughtily but somehow innocently at the same time just before he started circling my nipple.
Without warning he suddenly reached down and bit it and then he was attacking me all over - licking and nibbling me with a kind of desperate passion. At least the sad mood had changed and I liked this fearless spontaneity about him, I really did. It also showed that he felt safe with me and that I'd finally gained his trust.
If only I could have adopted him, taken him away from the sick fuck who was abusing him and we could have been together.
If only it could have lasted forever. Me showing him how to enjoy receiving and giving love.
No such luck. Maybe it was Karma paying me back for my sins because most people would regard what I did with some male students as unethical. That was putting it mildly.
Maybe I should have stopped...but I simply couldn't resist my last boy – that sweet vulnerable Dixon who was yet the toughest kid I have ever met. What he'd gone through at the hands of his own father would have destroyed most kids but not him.
He was a Dixon.
Daryl
Finally, I let him go the whole way with me and it was amazing if I was honest with myself. Despite my fear and reluctance at the beginning – and at one point I got confused and thought he was Dad – after the pain, it felt really, fucking good. The pain was worth it and anyway, it had been nothing compared to when I did it with Dad. He never made it feel good, maybe he didn't know how – he fucking hated fags as he called them. The reason he started doing it to me, apparently was because he thought I was one too.
I knew though that even if he did know how to make it good for me, Dad never would. Or maybe I could never enjoy it with him anyway because I was to revolted and ashamed to be doing it with my own father.
And it was a 'punishment'.
Rogers cared about me too – it felt like an hour but it couldn't have been when he took his sweet time to 'warm me up' beforehand. Making it all easier on me when the time came. Maybe I'd been wrong about him being creepy and weird – there were those rumours but maybe they were vicious, circulated around by students he'd failed. OK – he wasn't your normal guy but he wasn't bad. Probably just lonely too.
It felt unreal to be in control – to say what I wanted and how I wanted it to happen. But it was good.
Very, very good.
I'd checked for blood in the toilet immediately afterwards but there was none.
So, it didn't always have to include pain and bleeding afterwards? Sure, I felt stretched – it was a bit uncomfortable going to the toilet afterwards but there was hardly any pain.
If it wasn't for Merle, maybe I wanted to live with Carl forever.
Anyone was better than Dad. He didn't even deserve to be called that.
Rogers
I got back from work and he waiting for me in the kitchen with the can of whipped cream in his hand and the cake accessories were already on the table.
'Got ya!' He chuckled as he squirted me full in the face.
'Come here, you little brat.' He laughed as I tackled him to the floor. Didn't even freak out when I pinned him down and claimed his lips for my own. He kissed me back fiercely, wrapping his hands around wheedlingly around my neck.
'Gonna punish ya for that, Dixon. 'Cos you've been a very, very bad boy.'
'I fuckin' hope so.' He snarled in my face and deliberately bit hard on my lower lip, rubbing it between his teeth so that I could taste my own blood on him.
He smirked at my wince as he watched me run my tongue probingly over my own lips where his blood was.
'Right!' I pretended to get mad as I started to hurriedly undress us. He let me, even helped me by undoing my flies. Then he climbed into my lap and squirmed there, getting me so excited that I knew if I let him for much longer, I wouldn't be able to hold back. And do what I had in mind to him.
'No, you don't. You gotta take your punishment first.' I shoved him quite roughly onto the tiled floor, stomach first. Then I pushed him down even though I didn't really need to, earning myself a whimper from him.
Damn. I'd got too rough again, stupid for thinking he could take it – no doubt his Daddy pushed him around like that and said that kind of thing to him too.
'You OK?' I stroked his hair.
'Yeah!' He grinned back at me with no fear or reluctance and I realised that he was laughing at me!
'Right, you little shit. You're in for it now!' I forced his face back to the floor again.
'Fuck you!' He snarled but then he immediately chuckled. He tried to turn around but I wouldn't let him.
'That comes later, if you're good.' I promised him dirtily and he giggled.
'Wait – what ya doin' back there?' He'd heard me shaking the bottle of cream and I knew he was curious. But surely, he could guess by now.
'Don't look – it'll spoil the surprise.' I told him, turning his face around again.
'Wha...what ya doin'?' Now I detected a hint of unease in his voice.
'Sh... ya gonna love it, promise.' I reassured him and kissed his nape.
I started squirting him but focusing on his backside – especially the crack. Then I poured the cake toppings down it...with some squirts of syrup – an extra treat for me...to be literally able to eat off him like he was a cake.
He gasped and even though I had barely touched him yet, he started writhing. I guess he had an idea of what I had in mind.
'I'm gonna eat you just like the delicious edible cake you really are.' I whispered as I knelt down and started licking off the cream – teasing him before I started to lick his crack. Did that for a little while, swiping and licking him until he was arching back to meet my tongue, even backing onto it and panting with pleasure.
I took a break to ask him, 'Do you like that, Dixon? Had anyone else do this to you before?'
His inarticulate moans answered my question for him as he shook his head in reply when I started to circle his hole for a few torturous seconds before plunging my tongue in as far as it would go and he started to buck and moan. Luckily, I'd been told that my tongue was longer than most and pretty versatile so I used it like a corkscrew– twisting and curling it. I'd do this mainly but to vary it – every now and then I would flatten it out inside him - driving him crazy with pleasure. He was almost screaming by then and letting slip little boyish moans and gasps of surprise that were making me hard just by themselves but I stubbornly ignored my increasingly demanding dick. The pleasure would be all the greater for the anticipation because I was pretty sure that he'd be willing to take care of it for me after this.
I wanted to give him extra stimulation so I took a break to coat my hands with the syrup.
'Fuck...why did ya stop!' He moaned. 'That …. was...was…'
'Amazing? Just you wait. Oh, you haven't seen anything yet, boy.' I whispered as I got back to work on him with my tongue in his butthole. I guess I should have made sure he was clean before but I simply hadn't thought about that. And I didn't care either...because to me he would always be divine in my eyes – heaven to eat. I added syrup to my lubed up hands to cup him from underneath and play with his balls and stroke as much of his dick I could reach while tonguing him. Soon, he was bucking from both ends and then he was screaming but I didn't care...no-one around to hear him anyway.
He came pretty soon in my hands and I withdrew. He looked at me still in the throes of dazed pleasure as I drew him to me to hold him against my chest for a while. He must have felt how hard I was because as soon as he recovered, he grinned mischievously at me as he reached round me to get the bottle of cream.
'Lie back.' He ordered me and I eagerly complied and closed my eyes as I heard him shake the bottle before squirting it on me but mainly on my upper chest and private parts. He straddled me then, grinding himself against me while he tormented my nipples with his teeth for a while before he kissed his way down to my stomach to lick me there.
Before he finally took me in his mouth.
He was even more expert than last time – if I could have believed that possible. He'd stop every now and then to French kiss me while avoiding grinding on my dick just to drag things out longer and torture me. I'd force myself to hold back the urge to push him down onto me.
He demanded I held him afterwards while we got our breath back. He lay his head on my chest and clung to me while I petted his hair.
'Ready for Round 2?' I asked him after a while and he knew what I meant. Instead of looking reluctant and a little apprehensive like the first time we went all the way, he looked excited.
He closed his eyes in bliss as I started to prepare him once more.
The journey my fingers made up and down his inner thighs was something out of this world, leaving me gasp at the sensation of baby smooth skin against my slightly roughened fingers. Taking his dick in more and more, I soon had him deep in my throat, leaving him a panting and writhing mess.
'Oh...God!' Turned on by his approval, I sped up. '...Fuck...I'm close.'
But I made acknowledgement of what he'd just said and continued, but I'd heard him all right. Just one more obstacle to overcome, I wanted Daryl to just relax, come in my mouth, without a care in the world. But the boy seemed to be holding back, desperate to say something. I raised my finger to hush him, reassuring him that I knew what he wanted to say.
After that Daryl went back to just enjoying my mouth all around him on all sides and the feel of my fingers tickling his sweet spot over and over again, making him whimper once more. Soon enough I felt his body buck up as his orgasm pumped into my waiting mouth.
'That was...Wow...' For a moment, we just laid there, listening to each other's breathing.
Rogers
I lubed up my fingers once again, letting one slide in just as gently as the last time. Adding a second, I couldn't help but press my achingly hard dick against him as I scissored them over that spot, causing the boy to moan loudly at the sensation. I never got tired of hearing the appreciative sounds he made. Even though he might not come this time, at least I had the satisfaction of hearing him moan.
I felt him tense as I lined my dick up so I stroked his back soothingly but his muscles remained taut.
'Try to relax.'
'I am!'
Hearing him trying to get a grip on his fear and panic while doing his best to breathe normally turned me on no end.
'That's it...' I gripped his hips as I put only the slightest hint of pressure, making my way slowly inside into his tight warmth that almost overwhelmed me.
'Holy...'
He tried to get away and earned a playful smack of my hand on his ass.
'No, no, no, now behave. Gonna make you pay for that ruined cake the other day,' I maintained a jokey tone that I hoped wouldn't give him flashbacks of his evil father and ruin things. I heard him snort, telling me that he was afraid, so I added: 'You little brat.'
His laughter was music to my ears.
'My, my, Mr. Rogers, ya ain't exactly a saint yaself.'
'You can call me Carl. And I'm going to make you scream even more than last time.'
I sensed him snickering when he said: 'We'll see about that.'
'Getting all cocky, are you?' I renewed my grip on his hips, 'You're okay. Just relax.'
He whimpered into the pillows once I had fully entered him, all of his bravado gone. He stopped only when I pressed butterfly kisses down his back to help him relax. But I was too eager, seeing those love bites I'd made the other day in such contrast against his skin that I lost it and slammed my way in, making him arch his back as he cried out.
'I'm gonna to kill you for that! Why did ya… Fuck, that hurts! What- haa...Oh. My. God!' He toned down his 'Oh, my God' with every move I made.
'Stop a minute! Just l-let me...' He gasped.
I stilled my hips and pulled him up holding him against me. 'I'm sorry. Won't do that again, you drive me crazy that's all.'
'Bastard, I'll remember this!'
'I'm sure you will. I'm sorry I lost control. You all right?'
'I'm just fine!' He spat. And for a few seconds I thought that I had blew it and he would make me pull out. That was before he circled his hips backwards, deliberately rubbing up against my hardness.
'Put me back down on the bed.'
'Your wish is my command.' I grinned in relief and pushed him back on it, and re-entered him. He buried his face in the pillows again to muffle his noise, I assumed or to hide from me. Probably thinking I was a sadist after all.
'I'm gonna make it up to you, I promise. I meant what I said.'
I soon found that sweet spot again, rubbing up against it with almost each thrust. His anger was all but forgotten as he moaned low in his throat, gripping the sheets while he tried to relax as best as he could manage.
'There you go…You know, I've wanted you for quite some time.'
'Pervert!'
I let out a laugh but I was on cloud nine too much for me to even bother replying. Sensing him starting to adjust, I tightened my grip around his hips a little and increased the pace.
Leaning over him, I whispered in his ear, 'You feel so good, Dixon... Come on, turn around, I want to look at you.'
'What for?'
'Because you've sure been in my dreams enough times. Least thing you could do.'
'Fine, get off me.'
I did as I was told, no - ordered to - while he rearranged himself facing me.
I couldn't help but smile at the beautiful sight lying underneath me: He had his legs wrapped around my waist in no time, face all flushed. Oh sure, he looked confident, but I knew better. Knowing him for almost four years, I was seeing just a tiny hint of fear. Fighting the chuckle that wanted to bubble up and pass my lips, all the amusement suddenly died when I touched that perfect, silken skin again with my fingers.
Imagining his father doing the exact same thing was sickening. My eyes froze as I looked at his face more closely; he suddenly seemed a few years younger than he actually was which made me almost back away. But I knew better than to dwell on these things; it would completely spoil the moment if I turned sentimental. He squirmed, clearly becoming increasingly uncomfortable beneath me. I settled on continuing to stroke those inner-thighs with feather-light movements as I purred, 'Good boy.'
He was tempted to answer I saw that, but when I placed my finger on his lips, he kept it to himself. Missing him making his normal sounds of enjoyment, I smiled almost tenderly as I heard those sweet reluctant moans once more no matter how much he tried to tone them down.
'You know, it's okay to enjoy this. This is only between the two of us.'
I felt a bit alarmed once I saw Daryl shaking his head a bit too strongly at my words. I slowly made my way back in, hissing in pleasure as I praised him. But when I got my dick once more settled deep inside him, he broke his silence:
'Jesus...'
'It'll start feeling good soon, I promise. Just hold on.' I moved his legs to rest on my shoulders and leant forward, forcing myself to control every bone in my body not to plunge in, to not repeat my previous mistake.
Words kept popping out of my mouth trying to articulate the bliss I felt but failing. I smiled once I heard him inhale sharply, he didn't appreciate being called 'perfect' for sure.
He was currently nailing me with his eyes as he spoke.
'Don't…I'm not… just fuck me.'
I gave him a quick peck on his lips, we could talk about it later. I greedily thrust away and soon increased my pace while tormenting his sweet spot at every thrust, sending him into oblivion. He gasped and writhed underneath me.
He even squeezed tightly around me and I could hear him making harsh, tiny breaths which made my face twist in pleasure; I never wanted it to end. I started to pound greedily into him while my eyes took in the intoxicating sight of his beautiful slender boy body. He looked simply angelic except for the glances that he shot my way every now which couldn't have been less innocent or angelic if he'd tried.
Instead of stupidly thinkingly aloud again, I took a tighter and more possessive grip of those delicate hips as I continued to consolidate my claim on him.
'Slow down some. Ain't goin' nowhere.' He suddenly piped up in a shaky voice. He almost sounded like he had hiccups due to my never-ending, increasing rhythm.
Why couldn't I stop this? I was helpless whenever I looked down at him.
I was better than overjoyed that he had a smile on his face and didn't look that distressed anymore, and gave his chest a quick kiss.
'Hush now...' I leaned forward and got my arms underneath him to grab his shoulders. This way, I was able to almost fold his lithe body in half as I held him close. I simply couldn't get enough of him.
It was a weird position to be sure but it also gave me the most intense feeling that I had ever experienced. Not only was I able to angle myself deeper inside him but it also left his mouth close to my right ear as he leaned against my shoulder for support.
If I didn't know any better, I would think that we were competing to see who could make the most noise as I heard yet another moan escaping those beautiful lips so close to my ear.
'Doin' good, son…' I murmured, placing a kiss on his slightly ruffled hair. I was moaning out loud once I felt him push back against my thrusts. As I held onto him tighter, I wrapped my slick, talented fingers around his half-hearted erection. That was probably something to do with his nerves not letting him fully enjoy the experience. I had every intention of making him come a second time, preferably at the same time as I did. In a matter of seconds, he was rock-hard again.
'Ahh...holy...' He cut himself off when he felt the continued violation of his prostate.
'You like this, don't you, Dixon?'
'Umph...'
I chuckled once I felt him clenching onto me.
'Just say the word and I'll ease up on for you.'
'I don't hear myself complaining about it', he breathed in a whisper next to my ear, in a voice so intense it almost sent electric bolts down my spine.
I couldn't help the broad grin that covered my face as I jacked the boy off in time with my thrusts, leaving him to whimper once more, but this time there was no signs of the previous pain that had been there. That whimper alone made me want him so much more as I watched in amazement when he unconsciously tilted his head back, exposing a long neck that was so very kissable.
My tongue slipped out between my lips as I licked my way along it, sighing in pleasure. Teasing his Adam's apple with a few swirls of my tongue first, I kissed my way up towards his slightly swollen, reddish lips. Parting them merely by the force of my tongue, I tasted him.
He tasted sweet. I almost expected him to pull away at first and deny me that sweetness despite being so generous with everything else he had given me. But by doing the very opposite and meeting my lips with equal intensity in an almost desperate kiss, he had me moaning into his mouth with satisfaction.
I could feel that he was close, so I ended the passionate kiss reluctantly and with a little bite to that already abused lower lip of his.
'Mmmm...I like that, Mr. Rogers...Fuck me harder.'
Somehow, him calling me that turned me on even more if that was possible.
When I tilted his face up with an arched eyebrow, he smiled broadly in an almost a wicked grin. 'Ah, keep doing that...'
'I told you, call me Carl. I'm telling you this for the last time.' I don't why I said that – maybe it was the teacher in me coming out who couldn't stand his instructions being disobeyed.
He laughed breathlessly and continued: 'But, I like...oh shit, I... It sounds kind of...naughty.' His eyes twinkled as he looked up at me for a brief moment before he shuddered all over, his release splattering across our chests. 'Oh, holy fuck!'
'Good boy...Well done.' I purred as I milked his release out of him.
I looked down at him still shuddering in aftershocks, but he surprised me by recovering fairly quickly and pressing light kisses along my chest before he let his tongue tease one sensitive nipple.
'Yes, Good. You're doing well - keep doing that.'
Only minutes of that talented tongue and that tight ass of his clenching around my eager dick made me groan with every thrust. I locked my brown lustful eyes with his blue ones, glittering with mischief. As I praised him, he stared back at me unabashedly, although his cheeks were pretty flushed.
In a rather hasty movement, I stroked his cheek before going back to just holding onto him. I increased the pace and watched him almost getting fucked right off the bed as I held on tighter to his shoulders, trying to calm myself.
I just couldn't help it. So innocent, yet so very, very sinful. I cried out wordlessly when my powerful release pumped inside him. He was grinning that cocky grin that was just Daryl. The badass Daryl I was used to seeing in school, not the crying, traumatized, shaking boy that had turned up on my doorstep only one week ago.
I smiled before I collapsed next to him, too tired to even bother trying to move.
'You're not mad at me for losing it like that in the beginning, are you?'
'Nah, you made it up to me, just like ya said you would.'
My heart squeezed at his words squeezed at my heart because he needed me to keep my word. A promise was a promise, after all.
'You're amazing, you know that, right?' I breathed against his neck.
Instead of answering, a tiny smile curled his lips in that adorable way of his before he trustingly leaned his head against my chest. At the same time, he walked his fingers up and down my arm that was securely around him.
I watched him close his eyes in front of me and I knew straightaway that we'd taken one more step in getting him to trust me. I enjoyed the sweet sensation of his almost hesitant movements while I ruffled his hair in gratitude.
He signed and curled up closer to me while I stroked his hair.
'Go to sleep, if you're tired, Daryl. You must be.'
He muttered something and shifted slightly. I gathered he must have been on the threshold of a deep sleep.
'And thank-you.' I kissed his forehead.
He murmured something inaudible and nodded before his breathing started to slow down and his body relaxed into my arms.
