“In my experience, guys tend to either know or not.” Levi had an overly patient tone. “And the ones who are into it, they advertise it heavily.”
Lord save me from twenty-two-year-olds with five minutes of kink practice. I took a breath so I didn’t snap at him.
“No offense, but your experience isn’t exactly vast. I’d argue that almost all kink is discovery. Like most horny sixteen-year-olds aren’t going, ‘Gee, I really can’t wait to put the hurt on someone.’ Or researching clamps and tails. That comes later.”
“I knew I wanted to submit then.” His chin jutted out.
“So you did. And now because I don’t have Daddy_Joe_999 tattooed on my arm or as my Kinkbook handle, I don’t get to get off on it? I thought that was you yesterday, offering to help me try new things, get my kink mojo back.”
“You’re saying you liked it?” Tone cautious, he shifted around on my lap, looking a little more comfortable.
“I’m still hard remembering how sexy you sounded, begging me like that,” I admitted. Talking about him was way easier than talking about myself, but I owed him my honesty. “Now, I’m not sure about the whole sugar daddy lifestyle thing or something like that, but I’ve never been a twenty-four-seven Dom anyway.”
“No fantasies of keeping a slave in your basement playroom for when you get home from work?”
“Nope.” I blinked to clear the image of Levi waiting for me at the end of a long day—not in some leather harness, but simply him with a broad grin and bare feet welcoming me home. It was too sweet. It was also never happening. “Anyway, as a scene, that was beyond hot.”
“Even with the panties and the—”
“Because of the panties and the daddy kink. Look, I’m not going to pretend to know what I’m doing, but like you said, that’s what exploring is for. Right?”
“And you want to explore more?” Levi’s smile had turned coy, voice losing its sad edge, creeping more towards flirty. “With me?”
A denial rose in my throat because that would be easier than putting myself out there for potential rejection. And continuing to play with Levi was a risk. Not a physical one, but to my emotions. It wasn’t only about potential attachment either, but also about the potential to learn some uncomfortable truths about myself. But maybe I needed that, needed to take this risk.
“Yeah, I would.”
“Now?” He slid his arms around my neck more purposefully, hand stroking my neck.
“Right now, I think we should get you warmed up—”
“You could warm me up.” He wriggled against me, moving his hand down my torso. “Let me touch you. It’s your turn.”
I groaned because all my blood was already rushing back to my cock, which was doing its damnedest to remind me that I hadn’t come yet. “Man, you sure can flip on a dime.”
“Want me to stay sad and broody?” Levi laughed.
“No. I like bratty Levi better,” I admitted, which made him grin wider. “But if you need to process more, I’m here for that too.”
“I know you are. You truly are a good guy, Joe. But I want to process by trying again. That was the first time that saying it aloud felt right. Like my reality was finally living up to my fantasies.”
“Gee. Set the bar high.” I lightly tickled his side, even as part of me, a part I maybe hadn’t been aware of previously, thrilled to his words.
“Seriously. You’re good at passing my lofty expectations.” Giggling, he wriggled more against me, which made me groan.
“And you’re sweet. Maybe you bring it out in me.” I was open to that possibility—much like the whole brat dynamic, maybe Levi did inspire something new and different in me.
“I wanna bring something else out. Please.” Batting his eyes at me, he rubbed his hand further down my stomach, pausing right above my belt.
“Kiss me first,” I ordered. “Make it good and you can touch my cock.”
“I’m not—”
“And you’re not allowed to tell me again how you’re bad at kissing.” I gave him a stern look.
“Yes, Sir.” Levi’s dreamy sigh was a good sign that he was slipping back into the game.
“I want to hear you say it again.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Yup. It still worked, his breathless words making my cock pulse harder in my jeans. “Good. Now kiss me.”
Apparently deciding that teasing wasn’t in his best interests, Levi leaned in and lightly brushed his mouth across mine. Showing he was a fast study, he was smoother, less bumping around, and more assertive. I growled appreciatively, which made him shiver and kiss me harder.
“Damn. I’m a mess. Like literally.” He exhaled dramatically as he pulled back. “There’s come everywhere, and I should be done, but one kiss with you and I’m hard all over again.”
“So you are.” I trailed my finger over his sticky, straining cock. I’d already wiped my hand off on my pants. “And so am I, but it’s okay. I clean.”
“I’m sorry—”
“Don’t be sorry. Kiss me. Earn my cock.”
“Yes, Daddy.” This time, his kiss was less sweet but more needy and urgent, his tongue delving into my mouth before he sucked at my lower lip. He seemed more determined, too, following each of my groans with renewed effort, until it was my turn to shudder.
“Good boy. You can take my cock out now.” I made it an order, but it was almost a medical necessity at that point, the way my cock was pushing against the denim.
“Yay.” His little celebratory wiggle as he moved back was enough to have me throbbing again. Mercifully, he made fast work of my belt with nimble fingers but slowed to cautiously lower my zipper. Withdrawing my cock, he whistled low. “Fuck. You’re big.”
“And you’re damn good for my ego.” I knew perfectly well that I was probably on the larger side of average, but not porn-star hung. However, his mock wide-eyed wonder gave me an idea. “Give me your hand.”
“Ooh.” Loosening his grip, he let me take his hand in mine. “Gonna show me what you like, Daddy?”
“Yeah,” I said roughly. I liked his easier use of the title there, his teasing, expectant tone, and the pliant way he let me adjust his hand so I was guiding his motions.
“Mmm.” He shifted back, giving us both more room to play. He put one foot on the floor so he was riding my thigh while we jacked my cock together. “Like that?”
“Yeah. Use your thumb some too.” I was still ramped enough from the earlier play that it wasn’t going to take much to get me there, and giving him pointers was proving to be a major turn-on. “Little tighter.”
“You feel so good. Can I…oh.” Evidently not waiting for permission, Levi humped harder against my thigh.
“Such a dirty boy. Messy panties. And you’re going to come again, aren’t you?”
“Y—yes.” His breath hitched. “Feels naughty.”
“And you like being naughty for Daddy?”
“Fuck.” Hand tightening without my needing to make the request, he moved faster.