Mommy Knows Best | Ray Palmer 18+
Summary: After you get injured on a mission, Ray stays behind to comfort you. But you end up comforting him.
Warnings: mommy kink, msub, begging, milking, handjob, facesitting, aftercare, L-bombs, praise
"Relax, Ray. It's just a fracture." You roll your eyes at the cast Gideon put you in. You don't need it! At least, that's what you tell yourself to soothe your ego. "Sara, tell him!"
Sara frowns. "You two can stay behind and watch the ship. The team and I will be back after we fix the constitution."
Sara cuts you off with a single look. "Stay. Ray, make sure she doesn't try anything."
You huff as she leaves, listening silently as her and the team exit the ship. You stand up, ignoring Ray's protests and make your way to your room. Putting pressure on the injury doesn't even hurt, although the pain reliver Gideon injected probably helped. They're making you stay behind for a fractured ankle? Mick will never let you hear the end of it.
Ray sits next to you on your bed. "Calm down, you'll be good as new in a few days. Then you can go back out there and risk your life to save me again."
You look over at him and your anger immediately evaporates. He stares down at his hands, trying to hide the guilty expression on his face.
"Ray, I'm okay." You promise. "This isn't your fault."
"Yes it is, if I was watching James Madison more closely, you wouldn't be hurt. You threw yourself in front of me to protect me. I'm so sorry, I hate seeing you like this. I just want you to be happy and healthy, and I put that in jeopardy."
You move closer to him and put a hand on his cheek, wiping away a stray tear that's escaped from his eye. "Ray, I would have done the exact same thing for anyone else on the team. Would you be angry at Sara if I got hurt trying to protect her?"
You kiss his nose. "Then don't be angry at yourself. I'm not." You kiss his forehead, his cheeks, every inch of his face but his lips and giggle at his blush. "I love you."
He pulls away, flopping down on the bed, his face beet red. "I love you too." He grins up at you. "So, what should we do to pass the time? We could watch Jurassic Park, play chess, oh I know! Let's finish the ten thousand piece puzzle! We haven't worked on it since 1847."
You smirk at his enthusiasm and shake your head. "I had something different in mind. You know we hardly ever get alone time on the shipā¦" You trail off, tracing your fingers across his stomach.
His body instantly reacts to your words. Like a switch, he turns into putty beneath your touch. The fabric of his jeans already begins to strain. "I like your suggestion much better."
You remove your hand, feining indecision. "I don't know, I really wanted to finish that puzzle."
He tries to sit up, but you hold him down onto the bed. "You're going to make me beg, aren't you?"
You grin. "You're such a smart boy." You begin to trace your hand along his body, feeling his toned arms, his hard abs, his thick thighs. You purposely stay away from where he wants you the most, watching as he squirms helplessly.
"Please." He whimpers. "Please don't tease me."
You spread his legs and sit between them, silently cursing the cast beneath you. He doesn't seem to care as he stares up at you, biting his lip. You run both hands up his thighs, stoping and stroking your thumbs over the buldge in his jeans. "Or perhaps we could read that book, what was it called? The one about-"
"Please, mommy." He interrupts, bucking into your hands. "I'll be a good boy mommy. Please play with my cock."
Finally, you take his pants and underwear off in one swift pull. He's rocking his hips into the air, desperate for your touch. You wrap your fingers around the base of his erection and begin stroking him. You relish every twitch between your fingers, the soft "O" of his mouth, the cute little moans he tries to hold in.Ā
You lean down and kiss where his ear meets his jaw. "You're so handsome." You whisper, purring in his ear. "My pretty boy." You kiss down his jaw line and lick his neck, sucking the skin into his mouth. "You can come anytime, love."
He lets out a loud moan, tugging at your hair, pulling you closer, deeper into his neck. He's bucking wildly into your hand, breathing ragged as he whimpers. "Please don't stop mommy. You're so good, you always make me feel amazing." His words turn into labored whispers as his orgasm nears. "Milk me, mommy. Down to the very last drop."
He become incomprehensible as his orgasm rushes through him. He grips you so tight it almost hurts. You feel him twitch underneath you as he thrusts one last time against your hand. Come shoots from his cock onto his stomach, long white globs decorate his abs as he rides out his high. You keep stroking until his body goes completely slack. You pull away from his neck, the fresh marks glistening under the lights. You let go of his cock, now completely soft.
"Good boy." You praise. "You did such a good gob for mommy. Look at how much you came!" You scoop up a glob on your fingers and bring it to your mouth. "Mmm, taste."
You collect another pool and bring your fingers to his mouth. He sucks them clean and smiles. "It's all for you. Only you."
You can't gelp the smile that spreads across your face. "And now, one of my favorite parts." You climb on top of him and bring your head down to his stomach. "I get to clean you up." You begin to lap up his come, relishing the flavor. "You taste so good."
Once you're finished, you crawl up to his face and plant a kiss on his forehead. You reach down and grip his cock. "Can I have some more?"
He winces. "I'm too sensitive right now mommy."
You let go immediately. "That's okay, baby." You pick up a bottle of water from your nightstand and make him drink, helping to replenish his strength. "Do you want to watch your favorite movie? Cuddle under the covers?" You ask as he finishes the water. "We could take a shower, you're very sweaty."
He blushes, stammering out a rejection. "I was hoping, er, I really want, more than anything, well I've been craving-"
You grip his face between your hands and lean down, pressing a soft kiss on his lips. "It's okay, baby. Use your words. Don't ever be afraid to tell me what you want." You stroke his cheeks, attempting to calm him.
He takes a deep breath, closing his eyes. You see his lips moving slightly as he practices his words. You wait patiently, your fingers continuing to feel his face.
"I want to taste you. Can I, please? I love it when you sit on my face. I've been a good boy! Please, mommy? I need you on my lips."
He knows exactly what to say to get you to agree. You don't even pretend to tease him. The want in his eyes is too much to handle. You position yourself over his face, but hold his head against the bed before lowering yourself.
"You won't be able to use your safe word. Do you remember what to do if you want me to stop?"
He nods. "Tap your thigh three time." He says impatiently. "Please can I taste you already?"
You let go of his head, giving him free reign. He grips your thighs and pulls you down onto his face. He doesn't share the same restraint you have, he immediately attacks your most sensitive parts as he satisfies his need for your juices. His tongue is deep inside of you desperate for every last drop you have to offer. The way he wiggles it inside of you, lapping up your arousal, it evokes a loud moan.
You rock your hips against him and bring your hands to your breasts. You roll your nipples between your fingers and pinch lightly. The extra stimulation makes you wetter, rewarding Ray with more of you. He clutches onto you, his fingernails leaving marks where they meet your skin. You pull his face away momentarily, gasping as you try to steady your breathing.
He whines, his face covered in your juices. "No, no. I want more. Please? I need more of you. I can't get enough."
You steady yourself by grabbing the wall with one hand. Once you catch your breath, you lower back onto him. He immediately burries himself back into you, greedily licking your most sensitive parts. He brings one of his hand to your clitoris, circling his thumb around the sensitive nub. You pair this with your hands on your breasts, pleasuring your nipples.
"More, mommy. Please come on my face. Give me everything you have. I need it, please. Please." His words become jumbled as he sticks his tongue back into you.
All the stimulation is too much, your legs shake around his head and you grind into him. Your orgasm washes over you, weakening your entire body. Ray grips your waist, refusing to let you fall. He laps up everything he can, continuing his licks until you remove yourself from him. You lay down next to him, watching as he licks his lips.
You let out a weak giggle. "You definitely need a shower now." You wipe wetness off his forehead, not able to tell if it's from you or just sweat. "That was incredible. You're very talented."
His face lights up. "Really? You liked it?"
You kiss him tenderly, too blissed out to tease him. "Of course. My good boy." You whisper, burying your face in his neck, nipping lightly. "Let's get you cleaned up, then we can watch a movie and eat dinner."
