“Okay.” Cupping my face in his hands, he brushed his lips over mine. “Okay. If it means that much to you.”
“It does.” I gave him another kiss before he twisted away to dig in the nightstand for condoms and lube. Eyes narrowing, he studied the box for the condoms intently.
“Checking the expiration date?” I teased.
“Yep. It’s…been awhile.” Bright-pink splotches bloomed on his face. “And I told you, I play safe. Always.”
“Do we really need them? I showed you my test results post Rick the Jerk, and he never fucked me either, just oral. And if you’ve got the all-clear, then we don’t need to worry as much.” I’d never trusted anyone like I trusted Joe, partly because I knew he’d keep using condoms until the end of time if that was what I wanted. With Joe I could give voice to my deepest fantasies, and it was good and safe on so many levels, not simply physical. “It’s not like we’re fucking anyone else any time soon.”
I looked at him expectantly. We’d been exclusive all summer, something I had zero desire to change.
“We’re not.” He kissed my mouth hard. “This Daddy doesn’t share.”
“Good.” Beaming at him, I wiggled on his lap.
“I mean, I should be nice and tell you that you’re twenty-two and you might want to explore…”
“Only one I want to explore with is you. I mean that. You’re it for me, Joe. Neither of us has a crystal ball for the future, but I want to be with you and only you. Be with me too.”
“I am.” He set the condom box aside. “You’ve got me.”
And then we were kissing again in earnest, Joe more aggressive than usual, his tongue sliding against mine like our mouths too were gearing up to fuck. His hands moved to cradle my ass, pulling the panties tight against my cock before tracing the seams.
“Can’t decide if I want you to take these off or not. Damn. You look sexy in red.”
“You’ve got good taste.” The panty kink got him off as much as me, and each time he gifted me a pair, I felt pampered on some fundamental level, like he both saw and celebrated even the secret parts of myself. “These ones aren’t quite loose enough to move to one side, though.”
“Pity. Add looser ones to the shopping list. Red.”
“Yes, Daddy.” My pulse sped up at the implication that we’d do this more than once. Good. I’d never give up the other things we did together, but I definitely wanted more than one chance to get this act right.
“Good boy,” he praised as I wiggled out of the panties before making him do the same with his boxers.
His skin felt so good against mine that I shivered as I straddled him again. Few things on earth felt as good, as right as being in Joe’s lap, especially like this. Our cocks rubbed together as we kissed, and every place our skin touched was a revelation, smooth, soft, and fuzzy textures all mingling to heighten my senses.
“Oh,” I gasped when his caressing of my ass became more deliberate, blunt fingers teasing my crack, brushing against my rim.
“This okay?” Reaching for the lube, Joe studied me as carefully as he had that condom box.
“Mmm.” I made an eager, nervous noise that wasn’t really an answer. Joe’s eyes hardened, stern Daddy making a welcome appearance. His demands made it easier to go forward. “Sorry. Yes, Daddy.”
“Better.” Holding me close, he teased my rim with slick fingertips. We’d been this far before, and the rubbing was enough to make my breathing speed up, both because it felt good and because I knew what was coming next. Sure enough, he pushed a finger in, and like when I played around on my own, it was a little weird, the feeling of being penetrated, especially when he added a second finger and went deeper.
“Fuck. You feel good. Such a good boy.” His voice was low, pitched perfectly to slip past some of my resistance.
I’d endure a lot for more praise like that. I liked his possessive tone, particularly when he backed it with a proprietary kiss.
I willed myself to relax, like I was warming up before a track meet, melting into the stretch. Moaning against Joe’s mouth, I closed my eyes and rocked my hips, experimenting. And then my whole body jolted, like I’d touched a live wire. “Oh. I…oh.”
“Like that?” Joe’s voice was strained, just like mine. Good. I loved turning him on. I ground down, wanting to brush against his cock, but also seeking more of that electric pleasure. “That’s it. Ride my fingers. Show Daddy how good it makes you feel.”
“So good,” I panted as I found an angle that made his fingers brush that spot again and again. My abs tensed and a bead of sweat rolled down my back. “Fuck. Daddy. I….”
“Mmm.” Joe made a pleased growl. “You unable to sass me is something, brat. Might need to explore this a little more.”
“Yes. Oh.” I gasped again as he added what felt like a third finger. Almost too much. Too full. But then he pushed deeper, turning the jolts of electricity into a steady pressure, a power-plant’s worth of pleasure humming through my veins. “Now. Please.”
“You want it?” Voice rough, he fucked me deeper with his fingers. My balls tightened without either of us touching my cock.
“Yes, Daddy. Please.” I hovered my hand above my dick, needing to touch it, but knowing he wouldn’t allow that, which only served to turn me on more.
“Ask me nicely.” Joe reached for the lube with his free hand, but he wasn’t moving fast enough for how desperate I felt.
“Please, Daddy. Please fuck me.” Moaning as he did exactly that with his fingers, I bucked against him, trying again to get some friction, any friction on my cock. “I don’t want to come on your fingers.”
“You don’t?” He made a clucking noise before withdrawing his fingers and wiping them off on his boxers.
“No. Want your cock. Please.” Begging felt good. Freeing. Like another layer of being the brat. Like I could want this. Need it, even, and that was okay. More than okay. Sexy. I knew begging turned Joe’s crank, but it also did it for me, stoked my arousal that much more. My breath hitched with very real desperation. “Please. Daddy.”
“There we go. Damn. You are the sexiest fucking thing when you beg. Makes me so hard.”
Joe slicked up his cock. Bare. He raised an eyebrow at me, waiting. He’d reach for a condom if I asked, and he wouldn’t make me feel bad about changing my mind either. But that wasn’t what I wanted. Joe was already my deepest, darkest fantasies come to life, and I wanted this one too. I nodded.
“I…” I trailed off as Joe guided me backwards, holding his cock steady. The blunt head brushed my slick and stretched rim. It felt so much bigger than fingers. The burn returned, along with all my muscles tensing. My stomach wobbled, unsure what to make of this intrusion. “Fuck. Ah. Not sure…”
“Slow, baby. Slow.” Joe pitched his voice low and soothing as his free hand stroked my back and sides.
I took a shallow breath, trying to relax into the stretch like earlier.
“It’s so big.” I meant it literally, but also in the kinky sense we both enjoyed, letting the game relax me further.