Lucas let go and shuffled back. He lay down. Jacob leaned over and cupped Lucas’s cheek. “Thank you.”
He arranged everything again and pulled open Lucas’s robe. Taking the butter, he immediately rubbed some on his hands and smoothed it on Lucas’s cock. Lucas bit his lip to force the cry in but could feel his body responding instantly. “J-Jacob?”
“Daddy Jacob,” Jacob admonished and smoothed the butter over all of Jacob’s groin. “Your skin has to be taut, and the best way to pull it tight is to have an erection.” Lucas couldn’t have held the whimper in short of someone sewing his lips shut. “I’m shaving with the grain so it doesn’t irritate your skin.”
Lucas grabbed the pillow next to him and covered his face.
“Oh no,” Jacob murmured. “I need to see your reactions. I need to be very careful I’m not hurting you.” And he unclenched Lucas’s hands from the pillow and took it away.
Lucas shot him a glare, but Jacob simply smiled. “Is that any way to thank your Daddy for taking care of you?”
Which of course made Lucas want to tear up, and he shut his eyes.
“There’s nothing wrong with enjoying this. In fact, if I’m doing this correctly you really should.”
Lucas dared to open his eyes to find Jacob watching him with a mixture of heat and affection. No one had ever looked at him like that. “Now, tell me if anything pulls, and don’t worry about your reaction. It’s just another way of you telling me you like what I’m doing. This isn’t a punishment.”
Lucas nodded, unable to speak past the lump in his throat, and after a while, his eyes slid shut simply because he was enjoying himself. Each careful touch, each murmured word of praise. He didn’t know how he managed to keep himself still, but when Daddy had finished, he bathed him gently, patted him dry, and took a tube from his bag. “This is my post-shave balm. Especially important so you’re not irritated tomorrow.” He looked up and met Lucas’s eyes. “I think Daddy needs to take care of something first though.”
Lucas couldn’t even swallow down his dry throat. Did he mean…?
“Will you allow me to help?”
Jacob waited until Lucas managed a whispered “Yes,” but then Jacob shocked him even more by stretching out on the bed next to him and squeezing some balm onto his fingers. Lucas made some sort of strangled noise in the back of his throat when Daddy’s fingers tightened around his cock.
“This is the best way of applying this.”
Lucas might have whimpered, and his hands fluttered automatically to his chest. His nipples were so sensitive, and seeing as how he seemed to be in fantasy world, he might as well—
“Ah-ah.” Jacob tapped his hand away. “They’re mine. If you’re a good boy for Daddy, I might play with them as well.”
Lucas nearly shot there and then but gripped the sheet under him in a desperate attempt to stay still and not thrust his hips upward. Jacob smoothed his hands up and down Lucas’s shaft, cupped his balls, and even trailed cream along his taint. He’d been very thorough with his shave.
Lucas knew he was leaking. He tried to take deep breaths, but they just came out as short moans. He bit every plea in until Jacob leaned across and took one nipple in his teeth.
“Daddy!” Lucas nearly shrieked in surprise and felt Jacob hesitate for a fraction of a second before using his far too talented tongue and teeth to work Lucas up until he was a blubbering pleading wreck. He’d given up on holding words in. He begged and pleaded, gasped and moaned, and when Jacob smoothed his palm over the top of his cock, he felt his cock throb and cum splatter on Daddy’s hand.
Lucas didn’t think he was still in bed. He was sure he was floating away somewhere. It was only when strong arms pulled him in close, he returned safely to earth. He sighed in complete bliss and yawned. He felt the chuckle rumble from the chest he was curled up against and then the fleeting pressure of something on his forehead. It might have been a kiss. He could dream it was a kiss.
I am in so much trouble.
Jacob had to remember that whatever hang-ups he had, none of them were Lucas’s fault in any way, and it had taken Lucas nearly safe wording to get him to realize that. He was the Daddy in this relationship, however temporary, and that meant he was responsible for every bit of Lucas. He was amazed the boy hadn’t gone running to Gabriel, Jacob had treated him so poorly. Lucas had even abandoned putting his name after the word “Daddy,” and Jacob didn’t have the heart to correct him. He’d never expected to hear that word from another person’s lips, and he wasn’t sure how he felt about it… No, if he was honest, he knew. He’d enjoyed it. It hadn’t hurt as much as it probably should have done, and that could easily have sent him spinning down a guilt spiral, but it hadn’t. Because Lucas was the important person here, not him. He needed to step up and be the Daddy he knew he could be for four weeks to make sure Lucas knew if he wanted a long-term relationship. It might not be for him.
Jacob nearly laughed. Lucas was so obviously wanting his own Daddy he might have a sticker blazoned across his forehead. Maybe Patrick would know some other candidates? Maybe Adrian would? He wasn’t sure about Gabriel though. There was just something about him Jacob didn’t like he couldn’t put his finger on. He’d sooner trust Patrick to find him someone, but what if that hadn’t happened before Jacob left?
A sliver of something snaked up Jacob’s spine. He didn’t like the idea of just going and leaving Lucas without anyone to watch out for him. He didn’t like that at all.
Chapter Eleven
Lucas woke up alone, but he had a strong feeling he hadn’t been that way for long. He rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling, not sure he could believe his luck. Jacob wanted to be a proper Daddy. For four weeks, he qualified to himself, but if growing up with his mom had taught him anything, it was that second chances didn’t often come along.
He’d been fourteen maybe? He had a study day off school and a paper due, but the sun was shining after a week of rain, and Mom had wanted to go to the beach. Lucas knew if he went to the beach, he would never get his assignment done, so instead of resisting his mom’s wheedling for over an hour, he’d pretended he was sick. He’d finished the paper but had felt wretched deceiving his mom, and there had been so many times afterward he’d wished he’d had that day out with her.
The soft knock on the door had Lucas looking up eagerly, and Jacob stepped in. “Good morning. Did you sleep well?”
Lucas nodded eagerly and sat up. “Yes, thank you.”
“I want to start our morning routine today and have you spend at least forty-eight hours in little mode. You need to immerse yourself in the feeling, or you won’t know what you want. We can dial it back as we both wish, and you can always use your safe word because there’s going to be lots of special touches like last night.”
Lucas tried not to moan out loud, but he was so excited his heart pounded frantically as if agreeing with him. The rest of his body certainly did. Maybe, perhaps, if he was really lucky Daddy would want special touches as well?
Jacob sat on the bed. “Any discomfort from shaving?”