Chapter 4

I was waiting for an explicit invitation. Now I have one, I can't resist pressing my lips to Harris's in a firm kiss that quickly becomes fierce as he yields completely and beautifully. He parts his lips, allowing me to claim his mouth to a symphony of pretty whimpers, moans, the scrape of his stubble against my beard, and the occasional chink of teeth clashing. I loop my arm around his lower back, pulling him closer so our thighs rub together and his heaving chest is pressed to mine. He puts a hand on my arm and gently squeezes my biceps while his other hand rests on my thigh, his fingertips stroking back and forth.

We break apart. Harris's lips are damp and swollen. Desire swirls in his eyes as he stares at me.

"Thank you, Daddy."

The way he says Daddy rocks me to my core. It's been a long time since anyone has called me Daddy with such raw intensity.

"What do you need, boy?"

He smiles as he puffs out a breath. "I've had a long week and a terrible day, Daddy. Will you help me relax?" He plays with my shirt buttons, but his stare remains locked with mine.

"I can do that."

My second kiss is hard and demanding. He complies with every request I make with my lips and tongue, allowing me to control every heady second of the kiss.

"Just like that. That's just what I need. Fuck, you're a good kisser, Daddy," he whispers, eyes half-closed.

"Is that all you need to relax?"

"It's a good start, but I'll need more."

I chuckle and cup his cheek in my hand. His stubble is just long enough to be soft against my palm. "How much more?"

"Show me your bedroom, Daddy."

I thread my fingers through his and lead him upstairs to my room. Thank god I prioritised decorating my bedroom. I've not done anything fancy with it, but unlike most of the house, it's not a building site. I give him a few seconds to admire my handiwork, then push him against the wall beside the bed so I can devour his lips.

"You're so masterful. I love it. Show me how strong you are, Daddy."

My pulse increases. I catch hold of his wrists and pin them to the wall above his head with one hand. I fist his T-shirt with the other, holding him roughly. "Like this, boy?"

His smile flickers with excitement. "Exactly like that, Daddy."

"You like being held?"

He licks his lips. "Yes. It's sexy."

Fuck. I slam my mouth over his and push my body against him, kissing him as roughly as I'm holding him. His heart thrashes against my chest, and his cock plumps up, creating a hard bulge against my thigh.

"You like to play rough, boy?"

"Yes."

"Tell me your safewords."

"I use the phonetic alphabet."

Why is that so sexy? I crush his lips beneath mine for a few seconds, then pull away so he can explain more fully.

"It's traffic lights but more fun. Golf, Yankee, Romeo. I figure my Daddy is going to stop if I call out another man's name during a scene."

I hum in agreement.

"You know the phonetic alphabet, right, Daddy? You must, from being in the army."

I nod as I kiss his neck and jaw. It's probably because I've been sex-starved recently, but I can't get enough of this man now I've got permission to touch and taste him. "Tell me what else you enjoy, boy."

"A little pain. Enough to get my blood pumping."

I tweak his nipple. "Like this?"

"Yes, Daddy, just like that."

"Fuck." I press my forehead against his chest and inhale deeply.

"What are you thinking, Daddy?"

"That the perfect boy has been dropped onto my doorstep." How is it possible that this stranger enjoys receiving the things I love giving out?

He laughs. "Are you sure you don't believe in luck or fate?"

I grunt and kiss him fiercely. "I might be willing to shift my opinion on that."

"What do you enjoy, Daddy?"

I tighten my grip on his wrists. "This. And this." I pinch the tight skin across his throat between my teeth.

He shivers and groans. "And rough sex?"

"I like to hold my boy down and fuck him hard."

"Oh, Daddy."

I alternate between gently biting his skin and kissing and licking the hurt away. "Is that what you want Daddy to do, boy?"

"Yes."

"Will it help you relax?"

"Uh-huh. Please tell me you've got lube and condoms in here, Daddy. I do, but they're downstairs, in my rucksack."

"I do."

"Thank fuck for that. You've got me all needy and hard."

I chuckle and tweak his nipple again. "That was the idea, boy."

I spin him around and walk him backwards until the bed stops him. I massage his nipple through his t-shirt, squeezing it every few seconds as I kiss him. His cock is a steel rod against my leg. I'm just as hard. My dick strains against the confines of my trousers, an uncomfortable reminder that we're not nearly naked enough.

"Use your safewords if you need to, boy."

"Golf, Daddy."

"Fuck, why is that so damned sexy?"

He grins. "If you think that's sexy, how about Foxtrot-Uniform-Charlie-Kilo me, Daddy?"

I fist his t-shirt and draw him to me for a swift but passionate kiss, then yank his shirt over his head and push him onto the bed. He lies sprawled on his back, panting, his legs hanging off the edge of the bed, spread wide enough for me to kneel between them. His nipples are hard nubs, the one I've been tweaking and pinching redder than the other. He has a fine spattering of strawberry-blond chest hair and an almost-ginger happy trail I long to run my tongue down.

"Fuck, you're gorgeous, boy."

"You're pretty damn hot too, Daddy."

I take my shirt off, kneel over him, hold his wrists against the bed on either side of his head, and claim his mouth once more. Is this happening, or am I asleep and dreaming? The heat of his skin against mine feels real enough. So does the eager press of his lips and the way he sucks on my tongue. He thrusts his hips up to meet mine, the hardness of his cock rubbing against mine through our too-thick jeans. Definitely real. A boy has landed on my doorstep, and now he's on my bed, asking me to fuck him.

I release his wrists to undo his jeans, yank them over his hips and down his legs, and toss them aside. His cock tents his loose boxer shorts. They come off next, my actions as unceremonious and not even remotely gentle. His ginger pubic hair is neatly groomed. His slightly curved cock stands to attention. Clear pre-cum drips from the tip, begging to be licked.

"Beautiful." I grasp his wrists again, holding him tight as I lick my way down his happy trail and his length to taste that bead of salty pre-cum.

He arches his back. "Oh, Daddy!"

I stand tall and flip him onto his stomach.

He lets out a surprised cry. "You're so strong, Daddy." His voice is filled with needy awe.

I smack his arse lightly. "Don't move, boy."

He lies still as I fetch lube and a condom and strip naked. I lie half over him, my cock prodding against the fleshiest part of his thigh.

He shivers. "Daddy."

"Yes, boy?"

"I need you."

I hold his wrists against the small of his back and gently bite his shoulder. "Safeword, boy."

"Golf, Daddy."

The throatiness of his voice sends a shiver of electricity down my spine. Still holding his wrists firmly, I drizzle lube over his crack.

He hisses in a breath. "Fuck, that's cold, Daddy."

"Are you complaining?"

"No. Uh-uh."

"Good. Rough?"

"Yes, Daddy." His voice is so deliciously needy.

I press my finger against his pucker. The tiny muscles flutter against my fingertip. I wait for him to suck in a breath and then push inside him hard and deep.

He lifts his head, lengthening his neck as he groans deeply. I take the opportunity to nip and lick his throat. The pulse in his wrist hammers against my palm as I restrain him. I finger fuck him, each stroke hard, fast, and rough. At the same time, I nip whatever skin I can find between my teeth: his throat, neck, earlobe, jaw, shoulder. Never hard enough to leave a mark, let alone break the skin, but sharp enough to make him wince or cry out. He whines, moans, squeezes his eyes shut, and humps my finger and the bed as I drive my finger harder and faster.

"Daddy!"

"Safeword, boy."

"Golf. I can take more, Daddy. Give me more."

I shove another finger into his hot, tight channel. Lube squelches as I work my fingers back and forth furiously.

"Oh, Daddy."

"Do you like that, boy?"

"Yes."

"Am I helping you relax?"

"Yes. Daddy, I—" He moans as I add a third finger and scissor them, stretching him. He buries his face against the mattress, breathing hard.

I bite his earlobe, and he jerks his head up.

"Kiss me, boy."

He turns his face just enough to meet my lips. I drive my tongue into his mouth in time with my fingers. He groans around my tongue while his pulse patters against my constraining hand.

"Do you want my dick now, boy?"

"Yes. So, so much."

"Are you sure you're ready for it?"

He chuckles and licks his lips. "Well, I haven't seen it, only felt it, so I'm not sure how big you are. But yeah, I'm ready for your cock, Daddy."

"Do you want to see it?"

"Hmm, I'd like that, Daddy."

I pull my fingers free of his arse, release his wrists, and flip him onto his back. I kneel upright, hands on my hips, showing off my hard, leaking cock.

He widens his eyes and almost goes cross-eyed. "Oh, Daddy, you're huge. Six foot three and hung like a horse. My luck has changed."

I raise one eyebrow. "For the better?"

"Definitely. Fuck me, Daddy. Please?"

I lean down and kiss him. "With pleasure."