FI.NA.LLY.
Little Boy
Hey havent talked in a while. Come over?
Got beer and a house all on my own 😉
Where’s your son?
I
wish I knew. Or maybe not. keep a lonely girl company?
It takes
a while for Chris to answer. Long enough for Melissa to slip out of her scrubs
and snatch a fresh towel.
Can’t. Sorry.
Why?
Somethings up?
Not exactly. Gerard.
Melissa
frowns and stops with one foot in the shower. She idly taps one short nail against
the phone case, then snorts and types with a wry grin.
What
about him? I thought he was off the medication. You dont need to babysit him do
you? Or did daddy ground you 🙂
She waits
for a minute but when nothing happens and her nipples start to peak from the
cold, she puts the phone on the closed toilet lid and starts to shower.
She can
vaguely hear her phone vibrate a few times but it’s hard to make out with the
water running and her wet hair dampening the sound additionally. When she
finally takes it back into hand with a towel slung around her body and another
one on her head, she’s surprised to find that all the messages have come from
Chris. It’s almost a little disconcerting – he usually is very curt and
efficient when texting.
I’m not grounded. I’m just not in the mood for his
theatrics if I leave him alone.
I need to keep an eye on him.
Why would you think I’m grounded?
He can get under your skin and I’m not feeling up for
it.
Actually, please just ignore all my texts.
I’m feeling like a colossal tool. Just please ignore
them.
“What the
hell…?” she whispers, thumb moving across the screen in a slow back and forth
motion so she can read all his texts all over again. And again. Her brain feels
frozen, no real thought surfacing until the creak of the pipes jerks her out of
it. She has the alienating feeling that this is just about as close as she’d
ever get at seeing Chris Argent babbling nervously, and the thought makes her
belly clench tight. It feels nervous and good.
Frowning,
Melissa sits down on the toilet lid and sends a succinct message back to him.
Get
yourself over to my back porch. Dont make a lady wait.
.oOo.
Chris
looks actually sheepish when he steps around the corner of the house and onto
the porch. His eyes aren’t quite looking at her when he greets her with a
reluctant mumble, and he looks so much like a chagrined, little boy that the
smartass remark she’s been wanting to throw his way dies right on her tongue.
“Come
here already,” she says instead, patting the free space on the bench next to
her. He sits without fuss and slowly takes the bottle she offers him. He’s
still not looking and she lets him be, even though she thinks she looks
especially cute tonight with her hair a little wet and only wearing her thin
sleepwear.
She’s
been hoping to… if not outright seduce him, then maybe at least get a little
rise out of Mister Argent but he seems withdrawn tonight. Not painfully
polite and proper like the last few times they met since he came back from… wherever, but almost shy. Troubled, even. His shoulders pulling up to his ears
infinitesimally before he realizes and pushes them down again; fingers working
on the label of the bottle, then stilling and clenching around it unnecessarily
hard to bring it up to his lips for a swig.
Melissa
watches it all while leaning back against the side of the bench, legs leisurely
crossed. He doesn’t even seem to be aware of her scrutinizing him as he usually
is wont to do. Instead, she catches him sneaking glances at his watch every
couple of minutes.
When it
becomes clear that he won’t break his stubborn silence, Melissa does it for him.
“Sooo…?”
He slants
a glance at her, eyebrows lifting in faked innocence. She snorts and nudges his
knee with her foot. “What was all that about? You look like you’re ready to
bolt the second I let you go.” She smirks at his guilty grimace and idly
watches the cut of his jaw while Chris seems to gather his thoughts, wondering
whether his beard would feel good rubbing against the lips of her cunt.
“He can
just be very… intense. Especially now that he’s no longer stuck in the
facility. It’s almost like he’s making me responsible for his unfortunately long stay.”
The last
statement is accompanied by a wicked curve of his lips before the light in his
eyes dims again and he falls silent.
“How did
you deal with him before?” she ventures, trying to keep him talking. He shrugs
with one shoulder, eyes flicking across the unkept atrocity that was the McCall
backyard. His hands are deathly still, clamped around the bottle like he wants
to fiddle with it but doesn’’t let himself actually do it.
“I never
really did. When I was a kid he made sure I stayed in line one way or another
and I followed. When I was older, I… Victoria… dealt… with… everything.”
Finally
he chances a look at her, those painfully blue eyes glancing at her face and
then darting down involuntarily. She can see his mouth go soft in surprise as
he realizes how thin her top is, the hard peaks of her nipples sliding against
the fabric whenever she moves.
“Oh,” she
murmurs, shoulders shifting first without her realizing, then with more agenda
as she sees his pupils dilate. “So she dealt with… everything, did she?”
Melissa realizes her voice had become husky, and she could see Chris’ nostrils
flare at the tone, as if he could scent her simmering arousal. His pupils
become even larger, making his eyes darker. Softer. More vulnerable. Her shoulders tingle with the need to flex them more. To pull them
back and put her tits on display for his transfixed gaze.
She
smirks at his slow nod, at the way he looked so helpless beneath his rough
exterior. It made her lower belly clench with want to take him in hand; give
this boy what he was so obviously needing.
“What
exactly did she deal with, Chris? Did she make sure you didn’t have to worry
about your father? Die she put herself between the two of you?” She uncrosses
her legs and leans forward, eyes intent on the flush slowly rising above the
line of his beard. Melissa could see the jump in his cheek as he starts
clenching his jaw but before he could pull back and shut her out again, she
lifts a hand and cups his face, thumb rubbing a small circle into the corner of
his mouth.
“She was
not letting him get a hold of you and try to corrupt you for his needs because
you were hers, weren’t you? Her husband, her property, her boy
to take care of.”
The sound
he makes as he jerks back and lets the bottle fall to the floorboards of the
patio, is so painfully confused and surprised, she can feel her cunt throb in
want for him. Her breath hitches and she kneels up on the bench, leaning closer
towards Chris who doesn’t have anywhere to go. He doesn’t particularly look
like he wants to go anywhere, too, even though his eyes have started wandering
again, looking anywhere but at her.
“Melissa,
I don’t…”
“You
don’t what? You want to tell me that this isn’t exactly what has happened? That
you weren’t Victoria’s pretty baby boy and had her make you feel nice and safe
like you deserve?”
“Oh my
God,” he whispers, voice going high at the end as he clenches his eyes closed
and his hands into shaky fists that don’t look remotely threatening. Melissa
reaches for him again and drags her fingertips across his cheek, feeling the
soft hair of his beard tickle her.
“You’ve
been so alone since she’s gone and now your father is back and making your life
so much harder.” She nudges his chin and waits until he reluctantly looks into
her face again. She smiles and slides a little closer still until she can feel
the warmth of his body and the tickle of his stuttering breath against her
throat.
“I can
help you with that if you want. Just for tonight? You can stay here. Let me
take care of you. Make you feel safe and treasured until you need to get back
out there and fight the bad guys for us.”
He’s
staring at her like she’s salvation made flesh and she can feel her thin sleep
pants start sticking to her thighs from how messy her cunt has already become,
even without having been touched yet.
“You want
that, baby boy?” she asks throatily and groans when he whimpers like a little
child and nods.
.oOo.
She’s
tugged him towards her chest and he’s been suckling at her tits through the
thin fabric of her top ever since. She scratches blunt fingernails through his
hair and purrs soothing nonsense and wonders whether it would be possible for
her to come just from the strong, relentless sucking of his warm mouth on her
nipple.
The
fabric has been soaked through and is paper thin, clinging to her chest and
exposing it to the cool air when she makes him change to the other one. His
eyes are contented slits after his first hesitation, his breath tickling and
electrifying in equal measures. She almost forgot how it felt to have someone
nurse from her, and she almost feels bad for how it makes her cunt feel swollen
and ripe just from the slow, hard drags he takes as if she really were giving
milk.
And just
every now and then, there’s his tongue – carefully fluttering across the fat
bud of her nipple; tapping against it and swirling around until she hushes him
with her husky, deep voice and strokes a hand across his head.
“None of
that,” she admonishes gently and he lets her. Opens his eyes a little to glance
up at her with those startling blue eyes, in careful adoration.
She
almost expects him to make a fuss when she pulls him away from his task and
ushers him up but he’s quiet and obedient, eyes big and needy as he follows her
easily into the darkness of the house; her hand small and firm around his
thick, lax fingers.
“Get out
of that,” she tells him with a voice pitched so low it’s almost a whisper. She
tugs on his leather jacket to get his attention back from where he’s been
looking around her bedroom. “You need to wear something more comfortable. I
want you nice and relaxed for me.”
Melissa
looks at him scrutinizingly until he realizes she is waiting for an answer. His
lips are still shiny from sucking her tits and she clenches her thighs together
to relieve the throbbing in her cunt but only succeeds to make it worse.
He nods
slowly like he’s in a trance. “Yes.”
Mommy, she
wants to hear him say in that deep, gravelly voice – preferably right against her
clit – but he doesn’t – not yet – and that is okay.
.o.
He’s been
sweet and shy in getting out of his clothes for her, and it takes a little
coaxing to get him to work through his stage fright.
She loves
cooing at him. She loves calling him her sweet, little boy. Her treasure. Her
perfect pet.
She loves
how his deep voice becomes soft and velvety; rises in surprised registers when
she curls her hand around his cock and gives it a loving squeeze. His shaft is
long and warm and silky and for a moment Melissa wants nothing more than to
drop to her knees and worship it with her mouth. She can imagine how salty he’d
taste on her tongue when she jerks him off with the tip leaning against her
lips, but she resists the urge.
She’s too
preoccupied with the way he blooms for her. How his hands fall down in acceptance
when she pets his lean sides and tweaks his small, rust coloured nipples. How
he whimpers and his breath hitches when she pets his balls, yet hunches his
hips gently forward into her caress.
His eyes
keep wandering towards her breasts, but he doesn’t ask for another taste. He
doesn’t even try to shield himself when she steps back to look at her prize,
even though she’s still fully clothed.
He looks
like a half-starved hound; painfully thin with perfect soldier’s muscles and
too many scars to count.
He looks good
but he looks even better in some of Scott’s clothes. They’re actually too big
for him, because her son is bulkier than this him, but the shirt sports a
picture of the Hulk on the front and looks ridiculous and perfect on a serious
man like Chris.
The
shorts are bulging in the front from his excited cock and as she watches with a
greedy gaze, she can see a dark spot forming.
“Mommy…
please?”
She
closes her eyes and unashamedly presses a hand between her thighs – rides the
edge as she savours the moment and lets him see her lust.
“Mommy,”
he says again – whines it – and she can feel her clit pulse once in sharp
excitement.
“Yes,”
she rasps,”come, baby. Come, Mommy is going to take good care of you.”
.o.
He is so
eager to please her, he gets clumsy, and she loves it. He’s between her thighs
and when she asks for a kiss, he leans his elbow with all his weight on her hip
in his haste to comply. She knows there’ll be a big bruise tomorrow and doesn’t
care. She responds to his greedy, open mouthed kisses and lets him dip down and
suckle on her tits through her shirt once more.
He hasn’t
asked for her to take it off and she thinks she won’t let him do it, even if he
asks. She thinks that she needs to have a little incentive so he’ll come back
to her. She already knows she’s addicted to this.
To how he
looks up at her with large, questioning eyes and whimpers when she calls him
little pet names and tells him how she’ll keep him safe.
It’s so
easy for him to go down, she thinks he and Victoria must have played a lot when
she was still…
She feels
bad he’s not been getting what he so sorely needs. His mouth is perfect on her.
Soft and open and so warm, she feels like squirming away from it when he
finally opens his lips and sucks on her cunt with the same abandon he’s
displayed for her fat, erect nipples.
He seems
hellbent on dragging an orgasm out of her in the next three minutes and it’s
almost scary how good he is at it. Her little treat. She’s digging her heels
into the mattress and scratching at his scalp. She tries to suffocate him
against her pussy and dimly hears the wet, messy sounds of his eager sucking as
a backdrop to her almost delirious babbling.
She’s
promising him the world, she realizes dimly and doesn’t give a fuck.
She tells
him she’ll make it up to him. She’ll get his little boy cock out of his little
boy shorts and kiss it all over. She’ll suck it for him until it feels weird
and close to bursting and she’ll show him how good it can be. She’ll let him
try and fuck Mommy’s mouth with his little dick. She’ll let him learn how to
deep dick the warm clutch of his Mommy’s cunt that he’s so perfectly licking
right now.
Like the
good boy he is. Like the good, little boy that he is.
She can
feel his beard scratching at her thighs and it doesn’t compute as the attribute
of a grown man – it’s just more sensation that makes her belly hard and quivery
in excitement. His voice – a deep, delicious vibration right against her clit –
makes her eyes roll into the back of her head.
It’s when
his fingers start playing with her as well – dipping into the warm wetness and
travelling back to drag unrelenting circles around her anus with the silky
liquid of her cunt – that she comes long and deep, her ribcage stretching and
her throat swelling with the guttural sounds she emits.
…
When she does
reach for his crotch with tingling, weak fingers, she only finds wetness there.
He’s been so excited, her little boy…
“So good
for Mommy,” she whispers, voice raspy and sated as she presses soft kisses
against Chris’ face. She doesn’t comment on the wetness she finds on his cheeks
and his arms tighten around her almost to the point of hurting. She feels for a
second like a little doll in his arms and she doesn’t mind too much.
“You can
always come to me, you know,” she whispers right into his ear and lets him
nuzzle his face against her throat. He’s breathing through his mouth because
his nose is probably stuffy, and she feels a new warm wave of affection run
through her.
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