And then he was coming with a loud growl as triumph flooded my whole body. No race I’d ever run, even the ones I’d won, was as much of a high as getting Joe off. I felt like I could run a 1500 on nothing but adrenaline. Swallowing was harder than I’d expected, even with the warning. I managed, but some still escaped my mouth, and I used my tongue to try to clean my lips after I released his cock. My breathing was as ragged as his, and I arched up into his touch as he stroked my hair.
“Come here.” Offering me a hand up, Joe pulled me into his lap.
Fuck. After all that, simply the position was almost enough to make me come. Being nestled in next to him made feel both secure and unbelievably horny. I shuddered when he trailed a hand down my torso to palm my cock through my underwear.
“I think you earned a reward after all that.”
“Yes.” My voice was rough and needy.
“Do you want Daddy to jerk you off?”
Hell yes. I’d had the fleeting thought that Joe might drop the game after he came, but instead he went and pulled lines straight out of my filthiest fantasies, making me moan. “Yes. Please.”
“Good.” Joe tugged my panties down so my cock sprang free. I kicked out of them before the elastic could strangle my balls. His hand felt so good on my bare skin that I inhaled sharply. I was more turned on than I could ever remember, but I also felt safe and warm and cared for in a way that I didn’t typically associate with arousal. “Tell me how that felt, sucking me.”
That Joe was expecting a response other than more moaning was perhaps overly optimistic. But for him, I tried. “I loved it. Felt so naughty doing it…here…in your big chair.”
“Mmm.” Joe made a pleased noise as his hand tightened around my cock. “I thought you’d like that, dirty boy.”
“I…oh…fuck.” Each pass of Joe’s hand got me closer and closer, until I was clutching at both him and the chair. “Not gonna last.”
“Yes, you are.” Joe’s voice got so harsh it was a wonder I didn’t shoot from that alone. “You come when I say you come.”
“Yes, Daddy.” Trying to obey and not climax, I squirmed a little, but he simply held me all the more firmly.
“Good boy.” With his other hand, Joe tipped my head toward his but stopped just short of kissing me, pausing, that way he had of giving me exactly enough space to object if I really didn’t want something. But in this case, if Joe wanted a kiss, then so did I, even if the possessive, dirty ownership by his mouth inched me even closer to climax. His stubble was rough against my jaw, another layer of sensation.
“I like tasting myself on your lips.” Joe touched my lips with his thumb. “Reminds me how good you took it.”
“Yes.” I begged as his hand on my cock sped up. “Please. Please. Make me come.”
“Soon.” He didn’t sound in any particular hurry, slowing down his strokes but not stopping. He was way too damn good at this edging and orgasm play, and I felt like I was scaling an iceberg, something big and scary. It was almost too much, yet I craved the rush of the coming avalanche, even if it was going to do me in.
“Please.” My hips bucked into his tight grip.
“Shush. Stay still. Let Daddy take care of you.”
“Please.” Each of his words made me that much more desperate. My cock pulsed, harder than I’d ever been. “I’m trying—”
“I know you are.” He gave me another soft kiss, his voice all soothing. “And you’re doing great, baby.”
“I want to come.” Strangely, the praise had me near tears, voice breaking. I could end this, but at the same time, the climb felt big and important, like the view from the top was going to be more than worth it, even if I had to break to get there.
“But you won’t. You’ll wait for me.”
“Yes.” There. Right there. I let go of the invisible rope I’d been clinging to and surrendered to Joe, to his hand and his husky demands and continued whispered praise. Waiting became a reward all its own, each moment Joe drew this out another new level of pleasure.
Finally, Joe kissed the side of my face and demanded, “Come now. Come for Daddy.”
My body curled inward and I made a pained sound as I shot, over and over. Tears streamed down my face, possibly more cathartic than the orgasm, wringing me out, some deep release I’d never reached before.
Through it all, Joe was stroking me and whispering soft, comforting nonsense. Even after he released my spent cock, he continued to cuddle me close, and nothing had ever felt so good and right.
I had no idea how long he held me, only that at some point, he’d cleaned up most of my come with my underwear and grabbed a blanket from the couch which he draped around me.
“Fuck. Why am I always so cold after coming?” I asked sleepily, nestling further into his chest.
“It’s the drop from the scene.” He kissed my temple. “I pushed you hard.”
“I loved it.” I yawned.
“Good. Just stay here until you feel less shaky.” He pushed my hair back off my forehead.
“Staying sounds… Fuck.” Suddenly, I remembered the bus schedule I picked up earlier in the day. Felt like a lifetime ago. “Bus. I should—”
“Sleep. You should sleep right here.” Joe managed to be both tender and stern at the same time. “No work for you tomorrow, right?”
“No, I’m off.”
“Good. We’ll worry about everything else in morning.” He held me a little closer, and this seemed like his best idea yet. This was the only place in the world I wanted to be. Everything else could wait.
Chapter Fifteen
Joe
Even with a hot guy in my bed, my alarm clock chimed early. I smacked it before Levi could fully rouse. I’d forgotten to turn it off the night before when I’d hustled Levi into bed while he was still sleepy and shaky from the scene. He’d let me hold him until he’d fallen asleep, and that had been even sweeter than the way he’d surrendered. I’d been working with instincts I’d been previously unaware of, but it had seemed to work, the way he’d reached some sort of magical, deep sub space I’d only seen a handful of times. Felt like a privilege, getting to see him that raw and open, like witnessing a shooting star, not something to be squandered.
And now he was warm and snuggly against me, and that too felt like a gift. I was too alert to drift back off, but even though certain body parts were interested in waking Levi up for some early-morning fun, I decided to let him rest. With his coffeehouse hours, he didn’t get many chances to sleep in. I tucked the covers more securely around him and crept from the bed.
I’d never fully stripped the night before, sleeping in the T-shirt I’d had on under my other shirt and my boxer briefs, but I took a fast shower and dressed in Saturday work clothes before I headed to the kitchen. Humming softly, I set about making my favorite meal. I always liked weekend breakfasts, but there was something special about having someone to cook for.
“You made me pancakes?” Levi appeared in the kitchen doorway right as I was finishing up, ruining my plans to bring him breakfast in bed. But he looked so adorable wrapped up in my fuzzy blanket as a makeshift robe that I didn’t mind.