“Does this make you feel good, Boy?”
“Mm-hmm.”
He grew against my tongue and I enjoyed that feeling, that power, of coaxing him to full-length. The rhythm I started wasn’t guided by him and was kind of sloppy. Mostly I was enjoying being intimately connected to him and tasting his musk. After a while, West grunted and used both hands to ease me off of his dick.
“Bedroom.”
I nodded, and we went together. When we got in there, I wasn’t sure what to expect, but it wasn’t the light way he tickled his fingers over my belly as he smiled at me. He didn’t seem rushed at all, and my heart drummed strangely fast as he traced his thumbs along the small places where my bones jutted out at my hips. He laid his lips on my collarbone and traced his tongue there too, like he was painting the life back into me with the heat of his tongue.
“Daddy? What do you want me to do?” I asked as he nipped at my pec with his teeth.
“Be your sweet self,” he mumbled against my skin, and then stood tall to kiss me.
He walked me against the edge of the bed, and I sat down hard. “Back up,” he rasped, and I slid to the middle. He carefully spread my legs with both hands, and I felt exposed, my dick hard and ready for him.
“Don’t move.”
He undressed and stared, which had me squirming because he seemed like he was thinking of a thousand different ways to fuck me. When he crawled between my legs and sprawled on top of me, I wrapped my legs around his waist.
“We never really do this,” he said softly.
“What, Daddy?”
His eyelids fluttered and his smile widened as he carefully rolled his hips, sending pleasure exploding in my groin.
“Go easy. Go slow. Make love instead of fuck.”
“Daddy, I like it any way you want it.”
“Well, I want this too,” he whispered, and kissed me. Heat built between us as he kept up his slow, grinding tease until I was tossing my head back on the bed and arching against him, desperate for something more. He fumbled under the pillows until he came back with a tube of lube, then sat up on his knees to slick himself up. I bit my lip and watched him.
“You’ve never asked me… you’ve never told me if you want to fuck me,” he said, words guarded. “If we’re… if we’re a real couple, then we can.”
Excitement sizzled through my stomach, but it didn’t strike me as a right-now need. “Someday. I want you to fuck me right now.”
He laughed and collapsed back on top of me, his hard body and warmth delicious in the cool air conditioning. “Good. I don’t know what I would have done if you’d have said you wanted to right now.”
I leaned up to kiss him. “We’re doing this, right? I mean, right now we’re not…. I mean, I’m always your boy, and you’re always my daddy, but we’re not playing right now?”
“No,” he said softly and kissed my nose. “No, I want this to be about us, and not about games. Is that okay?”
Instead of answering, I kissed him and swiped my tongue into his mouth to tangle with the tip of his. He groaned, and we made out in a way that was sloppy and fun and left spit on my lips, and when he finally tilted my ass up and pressed right there against my hole, I was more than ready to relax and let him inside me. He pushed forward until his body was flush with mine, and I fought to breathe and adjust to the fullness. I moaned and arched, and he pressed a kiss to my ear.
“I love how you always seem like you want a little more of me in you.”
“If I could fit all of you in me, I would. Every piece of you.”
“That’s weird,” he said with a snicker.
“I don’t care. I like being with you that much.”
He gazed into my eyes and shook his head, but then he was kissing me again and moving. We weren’t in a hurry. He fucked me deep and slow, and I met each thrust as best as I could. Sweat beaded between us and made our chests slip against each other. His musk rose and stuck in my nose and I loved that manly scent. He grabbed my hands from where I had them clamped onto his shoulders and threaded his fingers through mine, pinning them to the bed above my head. I tried to make him pick up the pace by shimmying my hips. He countered by eating at my mouth and tilting his pelvis until he was destroying what was left of my mind with stabs of pleasure every time his dick sank into me and pulled out again.
Not long after that we became a frantic, heaving, sweaty mess together. The good feelings whirled into a melty knot in my stomach, and my groin tingled and my balls felt full and heavy, and I couldn’t breathe. My end hit me like a tidal wave, and I clenched up around West. He felt like a fucking tree trunk inside me when I came and struggled against his hands on mine, and he cried out as I convulsed in his arms. He plowed deep into me, where he stayed, groaning while he filled my ass with cum. I couldn’t feel the heat of his spunk, but I knew it was there, and I swear that set me off into another mini wave of good feelings that had me whining as I licked the sweat from his neck.
He eased out of my oversensitive hole, and I groaned at the dribble of cum that followed. The feeling was dirty and sexy, and I fucking loved knowing he’d blown a load that big in my ass.
Curling up in West’s arms, I shivered, and the sweat cooled on my skin. I stared deep into his violet eyes, and they gleamed brilliant in the sunshine creeping into the room through the window.
“This wasn’t how I thought I’d spend my day,” I murmured.
He smiled. “The last hour hasn’t been too bad.”
Smiling, I snuggled up close to him and buried my face against his neck.
“Shane?”
“Yeah.”
“What you said to your parents was brave. I’ve never had the nerve to tell them what I think, the way you did.”
Shrugging, I burrowed closer against his chest. “Why does it feel like they kicked me out all over again? I walked away this time, not them.”
He kissed my temple. “They weren’t giving you a way to stay. They did kick you out, only this time you were able to hold your head high while you went. You didn’t have to be scared.”
“Because of you.” Leaning back, I studied his face, and he searched mine. He brushed his fingertips along my cheek and smiled.
“You’re so amazing.”
“Stop,” I whispered.
“No, you are. We’ve both been a mess this past year, but I think you’ve been healthier than I have.” He dropped a kiss to my cheek.
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
“No. I bottle everything up. Always have. I worry and overthink, and yes, you might hurt yourself or fly off the handle, but you do something to get the emotions in check. I let them slowly eat away at me. Never deal with things. You’ve been… my salvation.”
“How? That’s… I mean, that sounds hokey.”
His eyes lit up and crinkled near the corners, as if he were considering smiling at me but didn’t quite make it. “You’ve given me someone else to focus on other than me, and how I feel like shit. You’ve given me someone else to… care for. You’ve fulfilled parts of me I didn’t realize needed satisfying. I like being your daddy, Shane. I like that it’s not a once-in-a-while thing, but an all-the-time adventure. I like being there for you… and I love you.”