Chapter Nine: Ryan

I t takes no time at all to undress each other, which is both fantastic and disappointing. It's been a long time since I've undressed another man, or had one undress me, and I both want to savour the experience and also get to the naked part.

I am not disappointed when we're both stripped bare and Oscar's inked body is on display. I've seen his exposed chest and legs before, but taking in the smooth, youthful skin, inked like a fine canvas, takes my breath away all over again the second time.

"I love your tattoos," I tell him, reaching out to run my fingers over the angel on his left pec. "They're powerful."

"Hmm, some of 'em are, yeah. Some I only got to piss off my parents." He shrugs. "Call it a rebellious youth, or whatever."

"They're all hot to me," I bend to kiss the rose on his neck, enjoying the sharp inhale of his breath. I whisper, "And, one day, I'm going to trace every single one with my tongue."

"That'd better be a promise," he demands through decidedly more ragged breathing. "You haven't seen my ass yet, either."

"For a Daddy, you're sounding a little bratty," I tease him, still whispering. I yelp when he swats at my bare butt, and my cock lurches at the sting.

"Don't go being bratty yourself, honey," he warns me. "I'm happy to spank you instead of blow you…and I promise that when it's a real punishment, you won't be allowed to come."

My heart picks up its pace and I hurry to agree. "I'll behave," I tell him. I'm not looking for a punishment today. "I'll be good, Daddy."

He squeezes the same butt cheek he just smacked. "Good boy."

How did I never know how much I needed to hear those words? Or is it just him and his decadent accent?

Eventually, we shuffle around on the mattress until we're both lying on our sides, with his dick in front of my face and mine in front of his. Having hastily discussed that we're both okay to go without condoms as we undressed, I wrap my left hand around his shaft, finally feeling the weight and warmth of him before I give him a couple of slow, experimental strokes.

I have had sex since Maddy died, but those first couple of times were a blur. This feels completely new to me — partially because it's with a new partner and isn't just a once-off fling, but also partially because it's been so long since I've been with someone so young. The skin of his legs has an elasticity and bounce that I'm no longer used to, as does the firm flesh of his perfect arse. I marvel at how smooth and tanned he is, how strong the muscles in his thighs are, and just how responsive his perfect cock is under my touch.

Then I finally duck my head to sample the bead of precum pearling on his purpled head and I don't know if it's him who moans, or me. Maybe it's both of us. He gives me time to explore slowly before I feel his breath ghosting over my own dick, and then I'm engulfed in the warmth and wetness of his mouth, taken to the back of his throat with an ease I can't replicate, and I don't know whether to thrust my hips or suck on the treat in my own mouth.

In the end, I just follow Oscar's lead. He starts to rock his hips and bob his mouth in an alternating movement that I echo, and it's not long before we're both moaning and grunting and gasping. If that weren't enough, his hands knead my ass, and I'm so distracted by how good it feels that I don't stop to think about how my body isn't anywhere near as toned as his. His dry fingers skirt into my crease and tease at my rim, prodding just enough to make me writhe, but not penetrating me.

I'm lost in a world of sensation, breathing in his musky scent as I suck on his cock, relishing the salty flavour of his precum and the feel of his girth against my tongue. Simultaneously, I fuck into his mouth, loving the heat and wetness around my cock, revelling in the slurping and moaning sounds surrounding us.

Once again, it feels like all-too-soon when my balls draw up tight, the building pleasure inside me coiling in the way that always precedes my orgasms. I moan loudly around Oscar's dick in my mouth, wondering if I should warn him, but he seems to just know , because he grips my arse and pulls me even further down his throat and then swallows —and that's it. That action does me in, sending me hurtling over the cliff, making me come so hard I see stars. I cry out, the sound of my bliss muffled by the thickness in my mouth. In a heartbeat, he groans and stills his hips, and his cock swells and then releases over my tongue and down my own throat, and I greedily swallow every drop, licking and sucking until he gently pulls away.

I feel boneless as I collapse back onto my pillow, still drifting in a haze of post-orgasmic endorphins. The bed shifts as Oscar turns himself back around, then he snuggles up to me, wrapping me in those deliciously tattooed arms.

"How are you feeling?" he asks me, his voice layered with the same sense of deep satisfaction settling into my bones.

"Wonderful," I answer honestly, then yawn.

He kisses my temple and kicks at the blankets until he's gotten them out from under us so he can pull them over our bodies. The days might be hot out here, but the nights can get a little chilly, and with the sweat on our skin cooling, I'm glad he had the energy to cover us before we pass out.

"Me too," he says, then adds. "Sleep, honey. We'll talk tomorrow about when I'm taking you out on that date."

"Hmm," I murmur sleepily, unable to keep my eyes open. "I don't remember agreeing…"

He snorts. "I can still spank you, darlin'."

"Don't threaten me with a good time, Daddy."

* * *

We wake up before dawn, something it seems we're both used to. What we're not used to, though, is the novelty of waking up in someone else's arms, or with someone else's morning wood nudging against us. Neither one of us has the willpower to stop when we start to kiss, morning breath be damned, and we rut against each other slowly, even as Oscar's second alarm goes off, warning him that he will be late for work.

"You shouldn't skip breakfast," I tell him, even as I'm closing my eyes to enjoy the feeling of his fist wrapping around both of our dicks.

"I'm… fuck …the Daddy, honey," he pants out, stealing a couple more soft kisses before adding, "I make the rules."

At this point, I've forgotten the point of whatever it was I was trying to argue. "Yes, Daddy," I agree, my own breathing turning ragged as his jerking becomes more frenetic.

I open my eyes to watch him for a moment, drinking in the blissful expression on his handsome face, finding the dusting of stubble over his jaw ridiculously attractive in the slowly dawning sunlight. Tell-tale jolts of pleasure start to travel through my nerve-endings, and my balls send up a warning that they're close. "Oh, fuck," I groan, "Fuck, fuck, fuck. I'm going to— nnnngh ."

" Fuuuuck ," he growls out, his release joining mine between our bodies, splashing over his fist and our bellies. He slams his mouth back on mine to ride out the final moments of our mutual orgasms, kissing me with an intense, possessive passion that has me wishing we could go again.

I'm lightheaded and breathing hard when we part, unable to stop sharing tiny, sweet chaste pecks to each other's lips in the afterglow.

"I could get used to waking up like this," I murmur, and he sighs happily.

"Me too."

Sadly, with him living on a station three hours' drive away from my vet practice, the likelihood of that happening is…not great. I don't put voice to the thought, though. Yes, the distance is going to be a problem, but not an insurmountable one. Not when the chemistry between us is this good.

Not when I can finally see myself being happy again.

And that is a simultaneously daunting and uplifting realisation to have as I hurriedly clean myself up and get dressed, ready for a long drive back to the new life I've been building for myself.

I just hope Oscar can really be a part of it.