Chapter Twenty-One: Anson

F or half a second, I’m afraid I’ve been presumptuous and impulsive again. Knowing that Drake is vers like I apparently am now doesn’t necessarily mean that I can just assume he’s okay with me fucking him right now. But the way he throws his head back and groans “ Fuuuuck ” long and low tells me he’s okay with my plan.

I’m very glad that he is. I wasn’t lying when I said I’ve watched a lot of porn, and as much as I’ve learned that I do enjoy bottoming, I’ve missed topping. Plus, despite how obviously busy Drake has been, he still managed to arrange for my car’s minor repairs after we got back to the city. Apparently, one of his regular customers is a mechanic or auto-electrician or whatever. Either way, even though we didn’t get a chance to talk outside of texting, Drake still arranged that for me: something I didn’t properly thank him for.

Yeah, we both dropped the ball by not communicating properly these past few days, but he still proved that he was my perfect, amazing Daddy by taking that adult stress off my plate. I just want to take care of him my way in return. I want him to feel worshiped and claimed the same way he makes me feel.

Naturally, because of the way my brain works, these thoughts whirred around and around in my head as I stared into the darkness until the desperation to act on the impulses finally got to me.

Thank God he’s happy to be woken up in the middle of the night for sex, right?

I’ve definitely found the perfect man for me.

It’s not long before I have two lubed fingers thrusting in and out of him while he babbles and begs for my cock, and the thrill of seeing this big, brawny man spread out for me is intense.

Mine , my brain cheers. All mine.

“You ready for me?” I ask, smirking when he nods so fast I think he might just give himself whiplash.

“Please, baby. Now . I need you in me.”

You hear that? My Daddy is begging me to fuck him. It’s music to my ears.

I withdraw my fingers to slick myself up, and then I move forward, pulling his thick, hairy legs up over my shoulders as I sink inside him. We make matching sounds of pleasure, but I’m careful not to go too fast. I know it’s been a while for him —though the almost intimidating size of the toy in his drawer suggests he can take me without any issues at all— and I had him on the edge of coming from my blowjob before, too.

“You feel so good,” he mutters, rocking his hips. “Fuck, Anson, baby… move . I need you to move. Faster. Harder.”

I snort, but start moving as instructed. I want him to enjoy this, after all. I want to know how he likes it and deliver that. Even so, it doesn’t stop me from teasing, “You’re a very bossy bottom, you know that?”

“I’m still —oh, fuck, right there — a Daddy, sunshine.”

“You are,” I start to pant as my pace picks up and I try to find the angle that made his breath catch just now, “Y-you’re my Daddy.”

Mine .

“Yes,” he says emphatically, the ‘s’ turning into a sibilant hiss, and I don’t know if he’s agreeing with me, or if I nailed his prostate again, “keep… nnngh …keep doing that for Daddy.”

I’m nowhere near Littlespace right now, but I love hearing him talk like that. The fact that he’s still in Daddy-mode, even while I’m nailing him, is just so him .

“Are you going to come for me, Daddy?” I ask him between heavy breaths. My fingers dig into his thighs where I’m holding onto them over my chest. Despite the coolness of the winter air, I feel sweaty and slippery. My hair is flopping over my eyes, and I don’t have the mental or physical capacity to brush it aside. “Am I being a good boy for you?”

“Anson…Anson…fuck,” Drake releases the twisted hold he had on the sheets and wraps one of his fists around his cock. He starts jerking himself while I practically pound into him, our bodies making a rhythmic, fleshy slap, slap, slap sound with every completed thrust. “Harder. Fuck me…harder…God, yes, just like that. Oh! Fuck! There ! There, Anson, fuck …”

“T-tell me I’m being a good b-boy, Daddy,” I demand, obsessed with the way he’s unraveling on my cock.

Mine , I think with a primal sort of energy, my brain echoing the word with every slam of my body into his. Mine. Mine. Mine.

I’ve always enjoyed sex, but this? This is something else. It feels bigger, somehow. Powerful. More intense.

This stolen moment when we both should have been sleeping, knowing that work is just around the corner for us, was something I had to have. Drake’s tight ass clenching around my bare cock is something I had to have. Watching him lose himself in the pleasure I’m providing is something I had to have.

“I’m going to come,” he warns, ignoring my words. “Baby, I’m going to come.”

“Tell me, Daddy,” I insist with an almost feral intensity. “Tell me I’m—”

“Fuck, baby, you’re a good boy,” he cuts me off, almost crying the praise, “you’re my good boy. The best b— oh , fuck, I’m coming. I… unngh. ”

I wish I’d thought to turn the lights on to watch him make a mess over his hand and belly as he lets out that sexy, guttural sound. But the feeling of him squeezing around me as his body locks up during orgasm is too much for me to handle, and then I’m coming, too, filling him up in waves of bliss that are over far too soon.

I wish I’d turned the lights on so I could watch my cum dribbling out of him, too.

We collapse in a sweaty, cum-streaked mess once I’ve pulled out of him, both of us breathing heavily. Drake kisses the top of my head and I hum happily, snuggling into him as I enjoy the last of the afterglow, my weird possessive energy fading away to a dull, satisfied thrum at the back of my brain.

One sexy Daddy successfully claimed.

Just as the silence between us drifts on a touch too long and I think he’s fallen asleep, he asks, “Have I mentioned how much I love your impulsiveness?”

Where most people —my best friend included— find that part of me frustrating, the fact that Drake not only rolls with it but says that he loves it makes me feel oddly emotional.

Swallowing thickly, I narrowly avoid blurting out that I just love him in general, because even my impulsive ass knows it’s too soon for that. Instead, I manage, “I’m glad,” but that’s all I can think to say. After a beat I force myself to sit up. “I’ll go get a cloth to clean us up.”

Drake groans and rolls over, reaching for his phone on the nightstand. He taps the screen and we both flinch when it lights up.

“It’s almost three,” he says, clicking the side button to sleep the screen again, “I’ve got to get up anyway. Shower with me?”

“I’ll never say no to an offer like that.”

* * *

“Hottie at three o’clock,” my colleague, Annabelle, leans in to tell me, her eyes glinting with humor.

I volunteered to pick up an additional evening shift in Emergency tonight, knowing that it will be a busy one. New Year’s Eve always is, and I was lucky enough to be rostered off for Christmas, so working extra tonight only seems fair. I texted Daddy earlier to let him know that I’ll be a few hours late getting back to his place, but we can still ring in the New Year together.

Annabelle’s gaze shifts over my left shoulder and she winks brazenly at whatever specimen has caught her attention. It makes me laugh, because she really is like the female version of me, complete with blue eyes and blonde hair. We have been mistaken for siblings before.

“Hello, handsome,” the flirty words don’t come from Annabelle, though. They come from directly behind me, issued in a low, husky voice that I’d be able to recognize anywhere by now.

I can feel my expression go slack with surprise before I spin around on the spot. Sure enough, Drake is standing right there.

“Da—Drake!” I cry with joy, catching my near-slip just in time. “What are you doing here?” I look him over for any signs of injury. “Did you hurt yourself at work?” God knows there are a million ways he could do some damage inside a bakery.

He chuckles and shakes his head. “Social visit only,” he answers, dipping his chin in Annabelle’s direction. “Hi.”

She sidles up beside me, not even pretending to hide her curiosity. “Where on earth have you been hiding this one, Anson? It seems cruel that you haven’t shared.” She offers Drake her hand. “I’m Annabelle, Anson’s favorite colleague.”

Drake shoots me a knowing look as he takes her hand and shakes it. “Drake Connors. It’s a pleasure. I’m sure the two of you keep your superiors on their toes.”

“I’ll have you know we tone it down around the patients,” I huff defensively. “We can be professional.”

Benji, one of the orderlies, must overhear me as he passes by because he snorts. “Whoever put the two of you on shift together again is a moron,” he adds his two cents’ worth, then does a double take as he eyes Drake.

“ Hello , Daddy,” he croons, making Drake startle as I growl possessively and Annabelle bursts into peals of laughter. Benji steps away from the empty hospital bed he had been pushing down the corridor and juts out his hip, making no secret of his interest in my boyfriend. He sticks out his hand. “I’m Benji,” he says, following it up with, “please tell me you have a twin brother.”

“I do not,” Drake shakes his hand, “but if you’re really looking for a Daddy, I can point you towards a great club.” He looks Benji over and smirks. “I know a number of men who would enjoy spanking that sass out of you.”

Annabelle chokes and it’s my turn to chortle as Benji blushes bright red. Who knew my Daddy could be so snarky?

“Oh, Annie,” Benji leans against me, even while I cringe at the awful nickname he insists on using for me, “I’m so jealous. He’s perfect.”

“Uh-huh,” I agree, pushing him back towards his abandoned bed, “and he’s mine. Find your own.”

“I want the name of that club,” is all he says before he gets back to his job and somehow manages to saunter away while still pushing the bed.

Annabelle squeezes my bicep. “I’ll go see the next patient and give you a minute to catch up.” She smiles at Drake. “It really was lovely meeting you. Take care of this one,” she bumps my shoulder with hers, “okay? And don’t mind Benji; he’s all bark, no bite.”

“I know how to handle brats like him,” Drake says, and I try not to pout because I’m the only brat he should be handling.

Annabelle nudges me again. “I’ll buy you five minutes. But you owe me.”

“I’ll get the next round of coffees,” I tell her and she’s satisfied with that response.

Once she’s gone, Drake says, “Your colleagues are…interesting.”

“Benji’s getting his own damn Daddy,” I blurt petulantly. “You’re mine .”

He laughs and pulls me into a hug, kissing the top of my head. “You’re the only impulsive, sassy, naughty Boy I want, sunshine, I promise.”

“M’not naughty,” I continue to pout, even though his words make me feel all warm and gooey inside.

“Oh, I know there’s a bratty side to you, baby. Just because I haven’t met it yet, doesn’t mean I don’t know it’s there. You are far too feisty and spontaneous for there not to be.” He shifts so he can nuzzle my cheek with his bushy, bearded one, then whispers in my ear, “And I can’t wait until you give me a reason to spank you.”

I gasp and squirm, not wanting to get hard in my scrubs. They won’t do a damn thing to hide an erection. “ Daddy ,” I hiss, “that’s not playing fair.”

“No, seeing you all dressed up in your sexy doctor’s getup isn’t playing fair. The lab coat is doing it for me.”

I can’t resist lowering my tone to suggest: “Maybe we can play doctor later.”

His cheeks turn pink.

I am definitely taking my lab coat home with me.

“Anyway, I just wanted to come by and make sure you didn’t need anything, seeing as you won’t be, uh, getting off until late. No pun intended.”

Groaning, I laugh. “Leave the dirty jokes for me. But,” I consider the sweet gesture, “um, maybe you could swing by my place and get some extra clothes —Big and Little— from my closet?” I fish my house keys out of my pocket and hand them to him. “I’d like to stay a couple of extra nights at your house, if that’s okay? I’ve missed you.”

Drake snags the keys from my grasp and swoops in to give me a quick kiss. “That’s more than okay, baby. I miss you when you’re not there, too.”

We’ve talked every day since the night I stayed over at his place, but we’re still working out a routine around our opposing work schedules. Just seeing him now, even though it’s only a short visit at work, has relaxed me in ways I can’t fully articulate. I understand now, more than ever, why Vince moved Bear into his house after only a couple of months of dating. If I could move in with my Daddy now, after only a week together, I would do it without hesitation.

But neither of us are ready to make that suggestion out loud, so I’ll settle for staying over for a few consecutive nights instead.

“Doctor Meyers,” Brenda, one of the nurses, approaches me with a clipboard clutched to her chest. She looks harried. “We’ve just had an influx of teenagers with suspected alcohol poisoning…”

Drake’s expression turns somber, and he steps back. “That sounds serious. I’ll let you get back to work.” He holds up my keys, letting them jangle a little, “I’ll get your stuff and see you at my place later.”

My attention is already on the kids coming in, but I nod and offer him an appreciative smile. “Thanks. I’ll see you soon. Love you.”

It’s not until much later, after I’ve turned on my heel and have swiftly made my way to the first fifteen-year-old passed out on a stretcher, that I realize what I said.

Well, fuck.