Damned freaky brains.
“That’s my sweet boy.” His words were quiet and husky. I could hear how proud he was of me, but I could also hear aching desire. Daddy liked his naughty boy. His finger trailed over my cheek as I relaxed and sucked. “Slow, don’t rush. You’ve waited a long time for this.”
There were too many nerves firing at once to figure out why I’d been so dead set on staying away from it. I wasn’t sure how I could feel happy and sexy and floaty all at the same time, but I wasn’t going to question it.
There had to be something about Daddy that made it better because even watching the best porn ever, I couldn’t remember being this hard or feeling this good.
“Yes, you like sucking on things, don’t you?” From the sound of his voice, it was easy to figure out what I was going to be sucking on next, and I couldn’t wait.
He’d focused on me so far and it was time I got to return the favor…especially since sucking him off would make us both feel good.
“Let’s see how much you like your binkie.” I knew what he was going to do before his hand started slowly caressing down my chest, but all I could do was moan as he grew closer to my aching cock.
When his fingers stroked over the soft cotton of the sweatpants I was wearing and barely caressed my dick, I almost came off the couch. For a split second I felt stupid for getting turned on so quickly, but then Daddy moaned and his hand wrapped around my erection. “That’s so sexy, baby.”
His other hand softly caressed the skin around my mouth, sending even more pleasure though me. I wasn’t sure if it was just in my head or if it really felt that good, but I mentally said fuck it and just let the pleasure wash over me.
“I wonder if I could make you come just by letting you suck on your binkie.”
I wasn’t sure if that would actually work—but I could definitively tell him that he could make me come with almost no pressure on my cock as long as he was talking dirty to me.
Because we were basically at that point already.
As his hand brushed over the head of my cock, he stroked around the binkie and moaned again. Something about the combination of his pleasure and mine just did it for me and I exploded. As I sucked and shook, he shoved down my pants and finished jacking me off, keeping the pleasure going as I squirmed and whined.
It was perfect.
“Only naughty boys come without permission.” The perverse pleasure in Daddy’s tone as I collapsed back against him had a shiver going up my spine.
Okay, so it was perfect except for that.
Chapter 19
Forest
Why did people always forget the one thing they went to the store for?
“These will work for now.” It was a sad assortment of bath toys but it was all I could come up with. “When we get back to your house, we’ll find better ones.” The giggle from the bathroom counter where Joey was waiting for me had me glancing over.
He was somewhere between little and just blissfully relaxed, well on his way to being my cuddly boy. “My apartment is small.”
“Toys are small. Every little needs toys.” And cute clothes…and fun snacks…and coloring books… and movies… “We’ll figure it out.”
That got me another giggle as he shook his head and swung his feet. “You’re going to be squished in my place if you buy all that stuff.”
I shrugged as I leaned over and tested the water before pouring in bubble bath. “I’m not worried.”
“You said that right before you decided that you needed to go shopping for groceries and goodies and snowmen.” He was still grinning, but I got a skeptical look. “I’m starting to think you’re going to politely railroad me into a bigger place.”
Trying not to grin, I gave him another shrug and walked over to wrap my arms around him. “I wouldn’t do that to you.”
I’d talk him into it, not railroad him.
“Besides, I have to get a new job before I can even think about something like that.” The stingy half-bar I managed to catch if I leaned out the window didn’t give me much internet, but I’d managed to pull up a map. There were enough hospitals in a decent radius of his work to make it doable.
“I’m not going to ask you if you’re sure you want to change your plans like this, but—”
He was so sweet. “No buts.”
I leaned in and kissed his forehead. “We take things as fast or as slow as you need. But I’m not going anywhere. And so far I haven’t heard a ‘No, Daddy, this is going too fast’ from my boy.”
He smiled, chuckling quietly as he curled into me. Resting his head on my shoulder, he started stroking my chest. “I think you’re supposed to date for a few months before you move in together.”
Still wasn’t a no. “We’ve lived together for days now. That rule has already been broken.” I slowly ran my hands along his back as I watched the tub fill in the mirror. “Besides, you’re going to need your Daddy to tuck you in at night. Who’ll give you a bubble bath if I’m not there?”
He giggled again. “You’ll get tired of being Daddy all the time.”
Who made that rule?
“I won’t be Daddy all the time. You’ll need a boyfriend to bribe to do the dishes when you decide you really don’t want to do them but it’s your turn, and you’ll need a Master when you’re feeling wicked and naughty and need to be punished. There are endless variations.”
There was no way I could ever get bored of caring for him.
I turned and kissed his head. “And really, are you forgetting how much of a control freak I am? How could I get tired of being able to take care of you?”
He might be needing reassurance, but I wanted to be honest as well. “If you need more boyfriend time and less Daddy time, I need you to tell me, though.”
That got me a little shrug, so I knew I’d hit on something. Thankfully, he didn’t make me wait. “What if I like having lots of Daddy time?”
“Then we work out a plan and see what works best for us. Some of it will depend on our schedule, but my goal isn’t to work a thousand hours a week.” Even if I had to take a lower position or shift gears away from emergency medicine, I was going to put him first.
It was time someone did.
“Who knows, you might decide to go back to school and end up so busy I have to tie you down to the bed to get attention.” The giggle that time sounded a little naughty but stopped as soon as he thought about what I’d said. Then his head popped up like a cartoon character.
“What?” Was he confused or not following the conversation?
“What about what?” I thought that would at least get a little smile out of him, but he just stared. “You have options. I’m not going to say my money will magically wave a wand over problems, but there are other things you can do if that’s what you want.”
When I got more of the same blank look, I kept going. “If you don’t have to worry about rent, you can take night classes. If you let me help more, there are even more options out there. I’m not saying you have to decide anything now. But I want you to know I’ll support whatever you choose.”
“But that’s…” He seemed to be working through it so I just waited, keeping an eye on the water. “It’s too much. I knew you’d want to pitch in on the bills. I’m not so stubborn about money I didn’t think of that, but you footing the bill for college or even to replace my half of the rent…it’s…it would be taking advantage of you.”