16. Adam

Chapter 16

Adam

The second I saw Riley, the memory of every moment we spent together in Vegas came flooding back, and I knew I couldn’t go on like we had been. Texts and calls weren’t enough. They were a reasonable compromise while we continued to get to know each other after we got home, but I needed this.

I needed him curled up in my lap after falling asleep to an animated movie we’d both seen a hundred times.

I needed him grabbing on to my shirt to keep me close when I tried to move him.

I needed him rooting around my chest, looking for a nipple like a hungry kitten.

And more than everything, I needed to hear him call out to me in his sleep. “Daddy, hold me.”

“I will, baby boy. Always.” It took some core muscles I hadn’t engaged in months, but I managed to pop up off the couch with him still in my arms.

Riley didn’t wake up, but his arms locked around my neck and he clung to me like he thought I was going to let him go. Apparently he didn’t believe me when I told him I never would.

After putting him in his bed, I went through the house to pick up the popcorn bowl we left on the couch and turned off all the lights. When I got back to Riley’s room, he was sitting up in bed, waiting for me.

“Did I wake you?” I slipped off my T-shirt and sweats then crawled into bed beside him. “I’m sorry if I was being loud when I washed dishes.”

“You didn’t wake me, but the dishes could have waited.” He pulled the comforter into a bundle over his lap. “I missed you.”

I kissed his bicep and then pulled him onto my lap so he was straddling me. “I missed you too, but if you’re tired now, you should get some rest. We can have reunion sex in the morning.”

“No, Daddy. I’m not too tired now.” He scooted forward so his hard cock was pressed against mine. “I want to reunite right now.”

Whining wasn’t something I generally considered to be cute, but when Riley did it, I just wanted to tickle him and turn his frown upside down. “We are reunited.”

“But the other kind.” He wriggled his bottom, making me groan from the friction. “The kind where you’re in my mouth and my bottom and then my mouth again.”

I chuckled. “That’s a lot of ways to be inside you.”

He shrugged. “You’ve got lots of stuff I like to have inside me.” His fingers trailed from my shoulder to my left pec, and then he squeezed my nipple until milk squirted onto his chest. “Starting here.” Then he leaned forward to lick a drop off the tip of my pebbled skin as his hand went down to my lap and rested over my dick. “And then here.”

“Mmm…” My head hit on the headboard with a light thud as I looked up, enjoying his warm tongue and strong grip on me. “Put whatever you want in whatever you want.”

Riley giggled and closed his lips over my nipple, taking a hard pull before swallowing and moving down my belly. “Does that mean I can put your whole body in my house forever?”

He winked at me as he pushed down my boxers and licked the head of my cock.

I wanted to stop and ask him to clarify what he meant by that. Was it just a cute thing to say or did he actually want me to move in? That conversation was definitely happening.

Later. Soon, but later.

Right now, I was present for Riley as his mouth closed over my cock and he sucked me to the back of his throat. He moved up and down, peeking up at me now and then but mostly focusing on keeping his lips sealed against my taut skin.

“That feels so good, sweet boy.” I ran my fingers through his hair and held the back of his neck in place until he looked up at me. “If you want me in any other places, you’re gonna need to stop with that.”

He moaned against me but pulled off and kissed my head. “I do, Daddy. I want you in all the places.”

“Silly boy.” I pulled him up and kissed his plump lips. “Let me get you ready.”

While I coated my fingers with lube and made sure Riley was loosened up and slick, we kissed gently, teasing with lips and tongues and even laughing some of the time when our teeth got in the way. “I’m ready, Daddy. I promise.”

As much as I loved taking my time, I was ready too. Ready to bury my cock in my boy and let him ride Daddy until we were both spent.

Which he did.

And when we were properly reunited, Riley curled around my body with his knee over my hip and his mouth on my chest as he latched on, filling his belly with Daddy’s milk before finally drifting off to sleep in my arms.

The perfect ending to a perfect night. I just needed to figure out how to make that happen every night—forever.