“You can take it.” Joe caught on quick and gave me one of his stern Daddy looks. “Be a good boy. I know you can.”
His words were like an extra squirt of lube. Or maybe courage. Whatever. Suddenly, it was easier to move, sliding a little farther until my ass brushed the top of his thighs. My next exhale hissed out, and my quads trembled.
“Easy. Too much?”
“No. Just…” It was getting hard to talk again. Then Joe started touching me all over, my back, sides, chest. He tweaked one of my nipples, and I startled, which was exactly enough movement to cause one of those electrical pleasure jolts inside my ass. I rocked again, trying to find it on my own. “Oh. Better.”
“Yeah? Try moving a little more.” Placing his hands on my hips, he guided me into a rhythm that felt familiar from all our frot and grinding sessions, but also new.
“This?” Undulating my torso, I tried different angles until I found one that had us both groaning.
“Fuck. Yes. Whatever feels good.” Joe’s eyes fluttered shut. His face and chest were flushed, and we were both sweating, but hell if I was complaining—or stopping—until I made him come.
Me climaxing seemed more out of reach. The surge of pleasure whenever Joe’s cock grazed my prostrate was awesome, and my body was getting more used to the stretch, but despite being super turned-on, my cock had flagged. Which I was trying to ignore, but then Joe started playing with it. As usual, his firm grip had me panting in short order. God, I loved his hands.
“Oh. Daddy.” Now my hips were moving of their own accord, a more primal, urgent rhythm. If I went harder, the pressure against my spot intensified in a way that had me seeing sparks. It was almost too much again, but also not enough.
“That’s it,” Joe encouraged, urging me on with his other hand. “Ride me. Fuck yourself on my cock.”
In the space of five seconds, I went from thinking it would be a win as long as Joe came to being pretty sure I was going to go first. “Fuck. I think…”
“Already?” He gave a dirty chuckle that rumbled right through me.
“Feels…weird…close but not, like right there, but…” Joe thrust up to meet my movements. Deeper. So much deeper. He’d been holding back and now I wanted it all. “Oh that. Please.”
“That’s it, baby. Let it feel good.” He moved with me as I moved with him, and every time I got close, he backed off his stroking of my cock until I was shuddering.
“Please, Daddy. Make me come.”
“Go faster.” It was a demand, not a request, and all the sexier for it, but all I could do was make a choking sound. It was already so overwhelming. That might do me in.
“Can’t… I’ll…”
“You can. Come on, Levi. For me.” Joe opened his eyes, and our gazes met, and I would have run an ultra-marathon right then, simply to get more of that look, that medley of tender and tough. Even my dirtiest Daddy Dom fantasies couldn’t hold a candle to Joe in that instant.
“Yes. Yes. Yes. Daddy.” My voice broke as Joe sped up his hand to match my increased rhythm.
My ass tensed as my orgasm approached, which meant I was acutely aware of Joe’s cock. Inside me. It was hot and slick, and everything I wanted. He was going to come. In me. I couldn’t seem to stop moaning.
“Now. Come now, baby. Come for Daddy.” Joe’s speech was slurred. His body tensed, his cock pressing against the spot where I wanted it most.
“Oh God. Oh God.” I was coming, but it was way different than coming from a hand or a mouth. The climax was super intense, but also subtle, the way my come dribbled out instead of big spurts, and the way it went on and on without any sharp peaks. “Love you.”
The words tumbled out, part of the wave of bliss I couldn’t seem to stop riding, and maybe it didn’t matter because Joe was coming too, and I felt it. Oh God, I felt him come. Bizarre. Sexy. And his face was even hotter than the sensations, the way all his features scrunched up like he was in pain, then relaxed all at once as he shouted my name.
“Me too,” Joe whispered into my hair as I collapsed onto his chest. Oh crap. He had heard that.
Too exhausted to even lift my head, I groaned. “I didn’t mean to say that.”
“It’s okay.” He kissed the top of my head and stroked my sweaty back. His cock was still hard inside me, and my body was starting to protest, but I couldn’t untangle myself. This was too important, especially when Joe added, “I’m not going to hold you to it.”
“But I want you to.” I clasped his face, so he’d look into my eyes. We were both a sweaty, sticky mess, but I hoped he’d see my sincerity. “Hold me to it. Please. I didn’t mean to just blurt it out in sex, but I think…I could maybe love you, Joe.”
Joe gave a tender laugh as he helped me move off, settling me next to his side, in my favorite spot tucked tight against him, head on his chest. He kissed my temple before whispering, “I think I could maybe love you too, Levi.”
“Give us time?” That was all I wanted. Time to get this right. Time to get the right words in the right order with no qualifiers. Time to grow into this relationship and sort out a future for both of us.
“Always.” The reverence that Joe had for the word made my breath catch.
He’d said the word any number of times to me, including earlier that night, but right then, it felt like some solemn vow. A promise. And Joe was the sort of guy who kept his promises. We’d have time. All the time we needed.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Joe—November
Paper turkeys fluttered in a draft from a heating vent, and the common room at the housing project was packed with tons of good smells from the buffet in the far corner, but I had eyes for only one person. Who, luckily, was headed right toward me.
Levi had a large box of decorations that he shifted to one side so he could give me an awkward one-arm hug. He looked all spiffy and official in khakis and the same green shirt he’d worn on our first real date.
“I have a surprise for you. Later.” His lips lingered against my ear before he pulled away.
“Brat.” I kept my voice low. “You know better than to tease me where I can’t do anything about it.”
“I do.” His eyes added Daddy to the end of that reply, as did his impish grin. “But it’s so much fun.”
I managed to stifle my groan even as I silently added a spanking to the night’s agenda. “Please tell me you’re sleeping over tonight. Is that part of the surprise?”
“That part I can tell you about in public.” Laughing, he kept making dirty promises with his eyes. I had a feeling underwear was involved.
“I’m already counting down.”
“Good. The other project assistant is on call. So, I’m all yours.”
“Excellent. I sleep better with you in my bed.” This was a roundabout way of admitting that I missed him on the nights when he stayed in his small apartment.
He was doing amazing in the property manager role, and all the residents loved him. But I still missed him when he wasn’t around.
“Which is why—”