For the Love of a Boy (Father Series Book 2)

by Morticia Knight

Malcolm thrust gently in and out of Seth’s mouth, allowing him the freedom to lick and suck Malcolm the way he’d been taught. He stroked Seth’s head as he watched his prick disappear past Seth’s lips, then slide almost all the way back out a moment later.

  “Take a breath.”

  He paused a beat to give Seth the chance to obey, then stuffed his full length into Seth’s mouth, the tip bumping the back of Seth’s throat. The second he swallowed around the head, Malcolm gasped, pulling out and grabbing the base of his own cock.

  Too close.

  “Get up, baby boy. Let’s get your ass ready so Daddy can give it a good fucking.”

  Seth scrambled to his feet, then rushed toward the bed. Malcolm had to grin at how eager his boy was, but he schooled his expression.

  “Not the bed. Strip, then bend over the table.”

  Seth almost tripped over himself as he stopped his forward momentum. He regarded Malcolm with a questioning gaze.

  “You heard me. Do as you’re told.”

  While Malcolm removed the rest of his own clothing, he observed as Seth seemed to be immersed in an inner struggle as he did the same. Malcolm made sure to be subtle and not let on that he was keeping an eye on Seth’s movements. The possibility existed that Seth might use his safeword for the first time. Malcolm’s command must’ve seemed abrupt and confusing. They’d only ever made love in bed or on the couch. Malcolm had been mindful not to push Seth too hard or too fast.

  But the evening had been a revelation. Grinding with Seth on the dance floor, Seth not only allowing Malcolm to kiss and touch him in public but also reciprocating—all of Seth’s actions told Malcolm his boy was ready for more.

  Malcolm had just shed his last piece of clothing when Seth’s sweet, soft voice met his ears.

  “Like this, Daddy?”

  He turned, almost choking at the magnificent sight of Seth bent over the small table. Seth’s legs were spread wide, his ass on full display as he gripped the edge of the wooden surface.

  Malcolm inhaled sharply through his nose. “Just like that.”

  At the last minute when he was packing for their trip, he’d decided to bring something extra, something he’d wanted Seth to try for a while. Malcolm sensed his boy was ready. Struggling to tear his gaze from the tempting view, Malcolm made his way to his overnight bag. He dug beneath his clothing, socks and underwear until he found the vinyl pouch he was seeking.

  “I don’t think you realize how sexy you are, baby. How fucking hot.”

  Malcolm moved behind him and ran his palm from the luscious swell at the bottom of Seth’s ass, along the muscular cheek then slid it up his spine until he’d grasped Seth’s nape. Malcolm kept his fingers wrapped around Seth’s neck, his touch gentle, but firm. He held Seth in place as he dropped the two items he’d pulled from the pouch onto the table. Both objects were in Seth’s sightline. The moment Seth spotted the lube and butt plug—Malcolm knew. His muscles had tightened beneath Malcolm’s grip.

  “Daddy…”

  Malcolm rubbed his thumb over Seth’s skin. “What, baby?”

  “Please.”

  Malcolm leaned over Seth, kissing his shoulder as he reached for the slick. He left the silicone, cone-shaped toy where it was so Seth could watch it while Malcolm fucked him from behind.

  “I need to fill your ass with my cum first.” Malcolm scraped his teeth along one of the marks he’d left on Seth’s neck at the club. “Unload in you then stuff your hole with the plug, keep my seed inside you all night.”

  Seth whimpered, his knuckles going white from gripping the tables edge so hard. “Yes.” He gave a shaky nod. “Fuck me, Daddy. Fill me up.”

  Malcolm clamped his teeth on Seth’s shoulder, biting down just hard enough to give him a sharp thrill. Seth threw back his head, his lips parted, eyes closed in an expression of ecstasy. Then Malcolm straightened, taking a moment to appreciate the gift Seth was giving him. Seth’s trust was humbling.

  Malcolm ached to be inside him. They’d both already waited so long. The dance floor of the club had been the best foreplay Malcolm had experienced in ages.

  After opening the lube, Malcolm squeezed a generous amount of the viscous liquid onto his fingers and along Seth’s ass crack. If he wasn’t so anxious to fuck his boy, he’d play in his ass for a while—tease his hole, finger him, force his tongue past Seth’s rim. Make Seth crazy.

  Once Malcolm had spread the slick along Seth’s crease, he pressed his thumb against Seth’s opening. He worked the pad around the wrinkled entrance, softening him up so he could breach him easier. Seth’s breathy moans and the way he pushed back told Malcolm what he’d already guessed. Seth was done waiting.

  Malcolm prodded harder and his thumb popped into Seth’s passage. He added his other thumb and massaged the tight ring of muscle to loosen him up even more.

  “Daddy…I need it.”

  He’d never heard Seth verbally express himself during sex as much as he’d been during their trip. But the development gave Malcolm a sense of relief. Seth was embracing his sexuality, shedding the cloak of shame he’d been wrapped in for so long.

  “What does my baby boy need? Tell Daddy what he can do to make it all better.”

  “Y-you.” Seth pushed back again.

  “I’m right here, baby. Right here. What else does my baby need?”

  Seth let out a keening cry. “Your cock, Daddy. I need you to fuck me like you said you would. Hard. Fast. I want you to make me scream.”

  Malcolm’s breath caught at the intensity of Seth’s words. He hadn’t expected him to be so brazen.

  “Such a good boy, begging for me so prettily. Gonna fuck you now, baby. Give it to you so good.”

  “Yes…”

  Malcolm positioned the head of his prick at Seth’s entrance then eased past his resistant opening. They both sighed the moment Malcolm breached Seth’s hole. Malcolm stared at the spot where they were joined, at the way his thick length was disappearing into Seth, spreading him wide.

  Once he’d seated himself in Seth’s passage, Malcolm paused. He allowed himself to be enveloped in the sensation of Seth’s tight heat wrapped around his cock, how Seth’s body held onto him as if it would never let go.

  But he could no longer stay still.

  Malcolm clasped one hand on Seth’s shoulder then grasped his hip with the other. He pulled almost all the way out, then slammed back in. He gripped Seth as hard as he could, holding him in place as he fucked his boy with all his strength. Seth shoved back his ass to meet every punishing thrust, the sound of their skin slapping echoing through the room.

  They set up a furious pace. Grunting and sweating as they rutted in a frenzy, Malcolm digging his fingers into Seth’s flesh as he struggled to keep him from toppling over. Seth’s passage fluttered around Malcolm’s swelling cock right as his balls tightened.

  “Daddy! I can’t—”

  “Do it, boy.”

  They both cried out, growling and moaning through their shared climaxes. Seth’s body milked Malcolm’s dick, making him crazy from how exquisite it felt to be gripped by Seth’s heat. Seth had gripped his own cock and was coaxing more jizz from his softening length.

  Barely able to catch his breath, Malcolm pressed his chest to Seth’s back, careful not to cause him to fall in his weakened state.

  “Let me taste you, baby boy.”

  Seth leaned over, supporting himself on the table with his elbow, then lifting his hand off his dick. He offered his cum-covered fingers to Malcolm, and he sucked them into his mouth greedily. Malcolm had never told Seth that giving him a morning blowjob was more his reward than Seth’s. He could never get enough of his boy’s flavor.

  Once he’d licked Seth clean, he pushed his tongue into Seth’s mouth so he could taste himself too. Malcolm devoured Seth with the same fervor as he’d claimed Seth’s ass. They were both sticky with sweat and cum, the sensation that they were joined as one person stronger to Malcolm than it had ever been with Seth.

  T
hey belonged to each other.

  Malcolm was so lost in the moment, he almost didn’t catch himself before he slipped from Seth’s body. He pressed his groin harder against Seth’s ass, trying to keep his softening erection inside his boy while he slicked up the plug.

  “I need you to clench your hole the second I pull out, understand?”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  “Don’t lose a drop of that cum.”

  Seth whimpered. “I won’t. I promise.”

  Malcolm held the tip of the plug so that it was tucked in between his shaft and inside of Seth’s butt cheek. He stepped back, pulling free.

  “Hold it. There you go.” Malcolm pressed the toy against Seth’s hole. “Now let it in, baby. Gonna keep my seed inside you all night.”

  “Oh, Daddy… Yes.”

  His beautiful boy obeyed him perfectly, and Malcolm slid the object into Seth’s ass until his rim snapped closed around the handle. Malcolm took a moment to appreciate the lewd vision, rubbing Seth’s muscular behind and watching the handle move with the motion. Seth gasped, the toy undoubtedly nudging his sensitive gland.

  “How does that make you feel, baby?”

  Seth dropped his head between his shoulders. “Not as full as you. But s’good.” Seth peered over his shoulder. “I like it,” he whispered. “I like that a part of you is still inside me.”

  Malcolm’s belly tightened, his cock twitching in interest at Seth’s words. He wrapped his arms around Seth’s waist, then ran a palm up his abdomen to his chest. Malcolm encouraged Seth to straighten, Seth groaning from what Malcolm guessed was a result of being bent over for so long.

  Malcolm nuzzled Seth’s ear. “I want you to lie on your stomach. Then I can rub your poor back.”

  “It’s okay, Daddy. I’m sure you’re tired.”

  “Shh. Daddy knows best, remember?”

  Seth angled his head, seeking Malcolm’s lips with his own. Malcolm gave him what he wanted, taking one lazy kiss after the next. The ease with which Seth asked for what he wished filled Malcolm’s heart. Whether through and the unspoken request for a kiss or verbally stating his need, Seth had begun to accept who he was. He was embracing his sexuality, not condemning himself because of it.

  Malcolm broke the kiss so he could lead Seth to bed. He tugged the covers aside, then directed Seth to lie down. After climbing in beside him, Malcolm caressed Seth’s body, using the touch to help keep them connected in the afterglow. Then he straddled Seth’s thighs and concentrated his efforts on Seth’s back, massaging the muscles to make sure Seth wasn’t too sore the next day.

  He noted that he’d left small bruises on Seth’s hip from where he’d clutched him with such force while fucking him raw. Normally, he’d find the sight arousing, the way the hickeys he’d left on Seth’s neck were. Those marks had been received by Seth with much enthusiasm. But grabbing him so hard he’d bruised him… Malcolm leaned down and kissed the area he knew would darken the next day.

  Seth had already been bruised too much.

  “Baby.” Malcolm swallowed past the emotion clogging his throat, his reaction one he hadn’t expected. “I hurt you. I’m sorry.”

  Seth angled his head to the side, a furrow on his brow. He was resting on a pillow that he’d wrapped his arms around. “What do you mean? I asked you to, you know…” Seth bit his lip before continuing. “To fuck me hard. I wanted what you did. Don’t be sorry.”

  “I…” Malcolm looked down at the marks again. “Your hip. I bruised your hip because I grabbed you too hard.”

  Seth tried to move, but Malcolm still had his thighs pinned. “Can you hold me, Daddy?”

  “Of course, baby.”

  Malcolm climbed off Seth then slid down the sheets so he could gather him in his arms. He kept his hold gentle, but Seth squeezed hard and wrapped his leg over Malcolm’s limbs.

  “I understand the difference.”

  Malcolm drew his eyebrows together as he used his fingertips to trace circles over Seth’s shoulders. “The difference between what?”

  “I was thinking about it with Nate and Tina at the club tonight. When Nate joked about her getting a flogging, it upset me at first. Then I saw how she was looking at him, how she wasn’t scared.” Seth played with the curls on Malcolm’s chest. “Not only that, but she stared at him as if he was the most amazing person. I can tell how much she loves him. That’s the difference. When Nate hits her, it’s because she wants it. When Nate hits her, it’s not with hatred.”

  Malcolm considered what Seth was telling him. “I’m glad you understand, baby. That gives me some comfort.” He pressed a kiss to Seth’s hair. “But all I can see right now when I look at what I just did is how bruises were the result of the hatred you were constantly subjected to. It…it makes me feel a little sick. That I would do something so similar to you.”

  Seth nodded against his shoulder. “Okay. I see what you’re saying. Just know that the bruises don’t bother me—not even a bit.” He reached for Malcolm’s hand, then brought it to rest on Malcolm’s chest where he laced their fingers together. “Do other marks make you feel sick?”

  “You mean the hickeys?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Not at all. The complete opposite.”

  Seth let out what sounded like a happy sigh. “Good. Because I’d be disappointed if you didn’t do that again.”

  Malcolm arched his eyebrows. “Oh? Why’s that?”

  “Because it’s like you’re telling the world I’m yours and they can’t have me.”

  Malcolm broke out in a grin. “Good. Because that’s exactly what I mean by them.”

  Seth wiggled against him, as if he could get them even closer. “I love you, Daddy. With all my heart.”

  “Same, baby boy. You’re my treasure.”

  Malcolm’s eyelids got heavy, but he had to make sure of one more thing before he allowed sleep to take him. “How are you doing with that plug? Is it going to keep you from getting your rest?”

  “I want it, Daddy. Please don’t take it out yet.”

  “That’s not what I asked you.”

  “The plug isn’t bothering me, I promise.”

  Malcolm smiled against Seth’s hair, kneading his boy’s arm and back. “Then let me grab the lights so we can get some sleep.”

  Seth clutched at him. “A few minutes longer? Please?”

  “I’ll be right back, sweetheart.”

  “Please, Daddy?”

  Malcolm smiled again. How could he say no to that?

  Chapter Eleven

  At last, Christmas had arrived, and Seth couldn’t believe how excited he was. His joy over the holiday had been minimal for most of his life. He’d been taught that it was the day of his Savior’s birth and that was what should be the focus—not presents or blasphemous decorations of Santa and all that nonsense.

  It was five-thirty in the morning, and Seth was sitting on the living room sofa staring at the amazing tree with the colorful decorations and lights that they’d bought the week before. They’d hung a fresh pine wreath with a glittery red bow the first day of December, as well as a curtain of white twinkling lights in the front window. However, Malcolm had wanted to wait until it was closer to Christmas for the tree. He’d said it would be fresher for Christmas that way—because of the warm house.

  Seth didn’t know about all that, because they’d never had anything fresh. His father would drag out the same ratty, tiny fake tree every year with the plain red and green balls and a lopsided gold star on top. They wouldn’t even do anything like Malcolm had with the toy drive.

  No, Christmas had meant socks, a scarf and maybe a new pair of jeans or a jacket, plus whatever his father had deemed manly enough to give to a little boy. It had also meant Christmas Eve services and a reminder that Jesus was born because they were all such evil and filthy sinners. Even the parts of the holiday that celebrated the birth of Jesus would somehow get twisted by his father and the church as being unholy.

  In all, the constant r
eminders that Christmas was nothing more than a sacrilegious event that the heathens had invented to make money, had conspired to rob Seth of most of the enjoyment of this time of year. He hadn’t minded so much as he got older, since he was so used to it being that way, but as a kid it had been hard. Everyone at school would be so excited, and all he’d want to do was ignore the whole thing.

  However, his life with Malcolm was all about new beginnings. Starting over without the specter of disappointment, sadness and fear that had been his existence for so long. Besides being accepted and loved for who he was, Seth wanted to enjoy everything good life had to offer. Christmas and the holidays were meant to be good. Going forward, he intended embrace them.

  “There you are.” Daddy wandered into the living room, a smile decorating his lips as he held out his arms. “Merry Christmas, sweetheart.”

  Seth jumped to his feet then rushed to him, anxious for his first true Christmas hug. “Merry Christmas, Daddy.”

  They stayed locked in each other’s arms for a few minutes, Daddy gently swaying him as they both took a moment to enjoy the beautiful tree in the quiet of the dawning day. His gift to Daddy had been wrapped with a gold foil paper with images of white stars scattered across it. He’d then added a sparkling red ribbon, tying it the best he could. Daddy had shown him where he kept all the gift-wrapping supplies in a large bin in the garage.

  Next to his clumsily wrapped present, was the one from Daddy to him, one very large one that said it was to them from Santa and two gifts from Daddy’s parents. He’d almost cried when he’d seen that one was labeled for him. They’d already exchanged gifts with Nate and Tina the night before when they’d come by for drinks and appetizers. Seth had been very excited to use their new wine glasses and Lenox Christmas plates to serve them.

  He and Daddy had received a one-year membership to the Oregon Coast Aquarium and a gift certificate to the five-star restaurant Nate had teased Daddy about. The irony was that in addition to the deluxe picnic basket they’d gotten for Nate and Tina, they’d also bought a certificate from the same restaurant. OF course, that meant they’d all be going there together very soon.