I went downstairs to the kitchen to make myself some coffee and enjoy my first cup while making us breakfast. Realizing I needed to contact Dani about the new hole in the wall, I dialed her number. After explaining everything and both of us having a good laugh about it, she assured me she’d put something over the hole until I was able to get it fixed.
Thirty minutes later, I was putting our breakfast on a tray to take upstairs when my sleepy boy walked into the kitchen. I turned and put our plates on the table instead and pulled him into my arms when he approached.
“Hi, Daddy.”
“Hey, baby. You feeling rested?”
When all he did was nod, his arms wrapped tight around me, I kissed the top of his head and rocked him back and forth in a soothing motion. “I’m glad you got a bit more sleep. How about some breakfast?”
He pulled away just enough to look at the food on the table and smiled. “Mmm, bacon.”
I chuckled and rubbed my hands up and down his arms. “Have a seat and dig in. I made you some coffee too, but I’m not sure how you like it.”
“Thanks.” He gave me a cute little smile and used what I had on the counter to fix his coffee the way he wanted it. I paid attention so I’d know what to do next time, and we sat and ate our breakfast. I really liked having him in my space.
“You look good wearing my clothes.” Sanders blushed and ducked his head. “Maybe next time I’ll just give you the shirt to wear around the house. Your legs are so long and sexy, I’d like to see them on display.”
He put down his fork and covered his face with his hands. “You can’t keep saying things like that.” He peeked through his fingers at me. Adorable. “I don’t… I can’t just sit around your house in a shirt. I’d look ridiculous.”
“You’d look gorgeous. And I won’t stop saying things like that because you’re stunning, and you deserve to know how beautiful you are.”
Sanders mumbled, “Youmakemefeelbeautiful,” and took the last bite of his breakfast avoiding my gaze.
I understood what he’d said, but I wanted him to repeat it. “Say that again, please.”
He must have heard the change in my tone because his eyes popped wide, and he swallowed as he put his fork down. “You make me feel beautiful, Daddy.”
I smiled at how seriously he was taking my request. “I’m glad, baby. Come here.” I pushed my seat back and patted my thighs. He scrambled to get up and into my lap, eager as a puppy being given a treat. “I know it’s been a long time since you’ve been with anyone. How sore are you?”
He tucked his head into the crook of my neck, his face heating against my skin. “Not too bad.”
I tipped his face up with a finger under his chin until he met my gaze. “Is that the truth?”
He nodded quickly. “Promise.”
I’d have to take him at his word. I wrapped my arms around him and held him close, kissing him on the head. “You feel so good in my arms, sweetheart.”
“I like it here. On your lap.” Sanders squirmed. “I mean, I like it here in your home too, but I meant your lap. In your arms…”
I put a finger over his lips before he kept trying to explain himself when it wasn’t needed. I removed my finger and replaced it with my lips, and he responded with such exuberance I felt my cock plumping up under the movement of his sweet ass. Pulling back, I gave him a mock, stern glare. “You’re trying to turn Daddy on, aren’t you?”
He shook his head, eyes wide, but then nodded and frowned. “I wasn’t. I mean I didn’t mean to. But I like that you’re turned on. If you are. Are you?”
Chuckling, I asked, “Can’t you tell?”
He turned beet red when he realized he could, in fact, tell quite clearly. “Yes. Yep. I can. Sorry.”
I drew him in for a quick peck on the lips. “Never be sorry about turning me on. But your body can’t handle any more right now. You’re too sore.”
He opened his mouth to interrupt, but I clasped his chin and narrowed my eyes. He settled against me again. “What do you need to do today?”
He scrunched up his face and sighed. “Laundry. I always have to do that on the weekends. But mostly studying. I have finals coming up.”
I tipped his face toward me, and I waited until he raised his eyes to mine. “I get the feeling you don’t enjoy school much.”
Shaking his head, he glanced down at his lap. “Not really. But my mom always wanted me to get a college degree.” He gave a sad shrug. “It’s just hard for me because of the dyslexia. But it’s fine.”
I narrowed my eyes at that but didn’t push. “We’ll talk more about that later, at dinner, all right?”
He brightened at that and looked up at me with a smile. “You still want to take me to dinner?”
Confused, I asked, “Why wouldn’t I?”
He shrugged. “I mean you don’t have to if it’s too much. We already had sex.”
This boy was going to break my heart. He didn’t have a sense of self-worth, and I knew I’d stop at nothing to help him understand how valued and special he was. “Baby, you’re going to have to get used to me taking care of you, taking you out, doing things with you. We’re dating now. That means I get to wine and dine you.”
A sweet blush accompanied a shy smile. “Yeah?”
I kissed his forehead and nodded. “Oh yeah. You’ll probably get sick of me.”
Eyes wide and earnest, he shook his head. “I don’t think I ever could.”
“That makes me happy, sweetheart. Now, why don’t I drop you off at home? You can do whatever you need to do today so you’re ready for me to pick you up at six thirty, so I can take you out on our first official date. All right?”
He nodded and then looked at my lips. I waited for his next move, and he finally asked, “Will you kiss me again?”
The way he turned such a simple question into a submissive request just about killed me. He was practically begging for me to take control, to take over, to just let him relax for once in his life. I kissed him, taking that little bit of control, thinking to myself I intended to give him that, and much, much more.
16
Sanders
My brain was so full of Briggs there didn’t seem to be room for much else that afternoon. Like statistics or English literature.
I felt like I’d been led to believe sex was a tortilla chip. Just a sad, lonely tortilla chip. Salty, yes. Crispy, absolutely. But overall? Kind of disappointing as chips go.
But it turned out sex wasn’t a tortilla chip after all. It was supreme nachos with jalapenos, guacamole, pico, beef, sour cream, and five different kinds of cheese. Sex was amazing.
At lease sex with Briggs was, and I wanted to do it again. Right this second.
Except I had two finals next week I wasn’t even remotely prepared for and would likely fail, even if I studied. Which didn’t help me feel motivated at all. Instead, I ended up getting on my laptop in the middle of the afternoon, which led to me watching porn, because deep down, I never thought I’d actually get to be with a Daddy. I needed to do research for my date that night.