Chapter Twelve

Cliff

Playing with my sweet boy in the little room was everything. I'd scened with many and been daddy to a few for relatively short periods of time, but never had such a great time with anyone. Forrest and I really clicked on both a big and little level, and that was a rare thing in my experience. We'd gone out together on dates and had great talks but never explored the physical side of our big relationship. I didn't want to be pushy if he wasn't ready or maybe didn't even want to go there, but the chemistry between us was through the roof, and if he didn't want to, I had some things to figure out.

After fussing about that for a few days, I caved and called Bridger again, planning to ask his advice. Unfortunately, he and Hudson were busy with their own holiday plans and he didn't have any time to get away for a week or so. I didn't give him any details on the phone, just told him I'd wanted to share my thoughts, maybe brainstorm.

He was quiet for a moment then said, "Cliff, I'm assuming this is about your relationship with Forrest?"

"Isn't everything?" I was wallowing a little, and I'm sure it came through.

"Then why are you talking to me instead of him? Isn't communication the most important element in a kink, or any relationship? Is there some reason you can't speak with him about whatever is on your mind?"

Now I was silent for a beat. Then, the cloud over my head lifted and I burst into laughter. "No reason whatsoever besides my overthinking. I'm lucky to have a friend who is always clearheaded."

He chuckled. "Keep thinking that. Even now, with a pretty awesome relationship, I make mistakes or think too much. Hudson is always there, though, to listen, and help me think my way out of whatever I've gotten myself into."

"Even when it's about the two of you?"

"Especially then." I heard a voice in the background, and he said, "You good for now, then? My better half is waiting for me to take him out for tacos."

"Give him a hug from us, and yes, I'm good. I need to call the person I should have phoned first."

"Good deal. Talk to you soon, then."

"Where are you going for tacos?"

"Casa Sanchez on Fourth. You should try it sometime."

"Thanks. I will." After we disconnected, I called Forrest and asked if he was busy. He was not. "Mind if I stop by for a while?"

"Daddy, why for a while? Can't you stay over?"

I was there in twenty minutes with an overnight bag and my heart in my throat. Here I was planning a long conversation about whether we should have sex, and Forrest settled it all in four words. Can't you stay over?

He met me at the door, wearing flannel pajama pants that hung from his hips, his happy trail disappearing into the waistband. Nothing else. I tossed my bag into the corner and took his hand. We went down the hall to his bedroom and he kicked the door closed. "Nick will follow us in otherwise."

No argument with that. Forrest was already pulling my shirt over my head while I unbuttoned my jeans and let them slide to the floor. After my thirty-second shower at home, I hadn't bothered to put on underwear—a pair was in my overnight bag for the morning. We were naked seconds later and fell backward on the bed, kissing and touching and caressing anywhere we could reach.

How could I have doubted the heat between us. Every time we were near each other, our fingers reached out, probably a reason for the company not wanting people working in the same department or under one another to date. What a distraction!

His cock was long and smooth with only a slight curve and it fit in my mouth perfectly. I sucked and licked frantically because the moment I was inside him, I doubted my ability to hold back.

"I've fantasized about this so many times," he gasped. "Masturbated in the shower to…oh, did I say that?"

I released him with a pop. "We should have been doing that together."

"Yes!" He cupped my head in his palms and I went back to work, deep throating him, sucking harder and squeezing his balls lightly until he cried out and poured hot cum down my throat.

Then it was past time to wait for what I'd been waiting for, for such a long time. Rising up, I froze. Condoms…

"I can't…we have to be safe."

"I'm clean. It's been a long time and I've been tested. You?"

"Same. Are you okay bareback, then? Do you have lube?"

He fumbled in the drawer next to the bed and tossed me an unopened tube. "I bought this when I thought we might…"

"Don't tell me when or I'll kick myself for waiting." Hands trembling, I coated my cock and used two fingers to stretch his hole. Then I fitted myself at his opening and drove inside, trying to be careful, trying not to hurt him.

"Do it, now. Don't hold back. I can't stand it."

So I let myself go and drove deeper, thrusting inside him, wallowing in the sensation of his tight, hot channel. His moans had me reaching for his cock to find it hard again. I fumbled to drag his hand down. "Jerk yourself. This time it's not a fantasy."

We came together, me filling him and him spurting all over our lower bodies.

It was incredible, if too short. "Let me rest a few, then we'll do this right."

He laughed. "If this was wrong, I never want to be right."