Chapter 10

I had no idea what I'd done right in life to deserve the boy in my arms, but if I had my way, I'd spend the rest of it making sure I could keep him.

His mouth tasted like heaven, the feel of him squirming on my lap was torture of the most delicious kind, and the hot little sounds he made as I tipped his head back and mouthed my way down his neck were the kind of music I'd happily trade my soul for.

"Fuck, baby," I muttered, squeezing him probably a little too tightly as I pulled away to try and get a hold of myself. "You're perfect."

He blushed. Of course he did.

I fucking loved it.

In fact, I was right on the cusp of admitting that I loved him, which felt like a ridiculous thing to say this quickly… and also completely inevitable.

I'd been falling in love with him for months now. It just took holding him in my arms to make me see it.

"I should let you get some sleep," I murmured, using a lifetime of willpower to ignore my throbbing cock.

Owen made a distressed little sound, freezing in place.

"Baby?"

"Why? Did I do something wrong?"

The question startled a laugh out of me, followed immediately by a wave of tenderness that I'd never had with any other boy.

Probably because none of them had truly been mine.

"Never," I promised him. "I just know you're tired. It's been a really long night, and I don't want to overwhelm you."

A look of determination settled on his face, his arms coming around my neck and locking into place. "Daddy. Overwhelm me, please."

I laughed again, a sharp bubble of joy bursting in my chest. "Sweetheart…"

He covered my lips with his fingers, much like I'd done to him once. "Please?"

I captured his hand and kissed the palm, then pulled it down to rest on my chest. Daddy knows best was on the tip of my tongue, but I honestly didn't know if that was true right now.

The caretaker in me wanted him to get the sleep I knew he needed. To have some time to sit with the idea of our relationship suddenly changing. To ease himself into what I assumed was his first time being intimate with another man.

But the way he blinked those big eyes at me was my undoing. I doubted I'd ever be able to deny him anything he asked for.

And I hoped like hell I'd have a long, long time to find out.

"What would you like to do, baby boy?"

His breath hitched, his pupils darkening with desire as he squirmed on my lap. "Um, everything?"

I slid my hands down to his pert little ass, pulling him closer as a quiet groan escaped me.

"Can you be more specific?" I begged, my voice husky with need.

Need for him, but also the need to please him, pleasure him, show him just how good I knew we could be together.

His face bloomed with color again. "Um, what were you going to do with the… uh, the other boys? At your club."

Nothing.

Ever.

No one existed but him.

"They don't matter, sweetheart. We can do anything you want."

"Yeah, but you said you went there because you wanted something, um, physical?" His blush got even deeper, his voice dropping to a breathy whisper as he added, "Like… sex?"

My cock jerked under his ass, making his eyes widen and his breath gust out in a breathy little "oh."

"Baby, you're killing me. And I did say that, but do you remember what else I said?"

He nodded. Then shook his head. Then gave me a helpless look that was my fucking kryptonite.

"What I want most is to be your Daddy. More than sex. More than getting off, even though you very obviously turn me on."

He ducked his head, hiding a smile.

I tipped his chin back up. "But I don't expect any of that from you. We don't have to do anything you don't want?—"

"But I do," he blurted out, talking over me in a rush. "I want it! I'm, um, I'm horny too. I just don't know what to do. I've never, you know, done this with, uh, with…"

"Another man?"

He nodded, biting that sweet lower lip of his.

I gently tugged it free from his teeth, stroking my finger over it. "And you're sure you want to?"

"Yesssssss," he breathed out, his whole body quivering with the truth. "Please."

I groaned, my hands instinctively tightening before I checked myself and released him.

His face immediately fell. "Daddy? Um, do you not want… I mean, am I not your type?"

I shut that down fast. "You are absolutely my type. I want everything with you. I just need you to tell me very clearly what exactly you're asking for here, because I will literally give you anything."

"Oh," he said on another one of those sexy little hitching breaths. "Um, okay. What I want is, um, sort of like, uh…"

I laughed, his blushing, fumbling, flustered attempt to spell it out for me both adorable and arousing.

I leaned in and captured a kiss, melting inside when he sighed into it, his whole body relaxing against me.

"Anything," I murmured again, pulling back just enough to look at him. "Just tell me, baby boy."

"Okay."

I grinned. "Any time."

"Oh! Um, sorry. I… I want you to decide. Like, when you tell me to eat a vegetable every day? Like that. And I want us to do whatever you were going to do at… at that club, but with me." He swallowed, his spine straightening as the soft, uncertain expression on his face sharpened into that sexy determination again. "Only with me."

My heart did a slow roll in my chest, and I couldn't resist teasing him. "Only with you? Are you asking me to be your Daddy?"

"You already are my Daddy," he said, going from confident to shy in the small space between one breath and the next. "I know it was just something I used to call you, but I think that's been true for a while now."

"It has," I said, my throat tight.

He peeked up at me through his lashes again. "So I'm just asking if… if you'll let me be your boy, too. Your only boy."

"Yes."

His eyes widened. "Yes?"

I laughed. "You're surprised."

"I just… are you sure? Because you're you and I'm just me and I don't even know how and?—"

I kissed him, stopping him right there. Kissed him until he was panting into my mouth and grinding down on my lap. Kissed him until I was in danger of embarrassing myself like a schoolboy and only stopped because he deserved better than that.

He deserved everything he'd asked for and more, and I was going to give it to him.

"I am absolutely sure," I rasped when we both came up for air. "And anything you don't know, I'll show you. That will not be a problem. I think you've already noticed that I like to be in charge."

"I like it, too," he breathed out, staring at me with sex-dazed eyes. Then he grabbed one of my hands and pulled it down to his hard, straining erection. "But can you show me now? Please?"

"Oh, sweetheart. Yes."

"I, um, don't think it will take much."

He blushed hard for me again, and I laughed, both turned on and delighted by his sweet, eager honestly. "You're perfect, baby. You can come as soon as you need to. Just let Daddy take care of you."

I pulled him in for another quick kiss, already addicted to his taste, then put him on his back and slid him up the bed until he was propped against the pillows.

He was already so hard for me. I could see the outline of his cock under the soft fabric of the t-shirt I'd given him to sleep in, his knees falling open as he looked up at me, waiting to see what would happen next. Trusting me with it.

God. My beautiful, precious boy.

I knelt between his legs, cupping his face as I took a moment just to stare at him.

He gave me a questioning smile.

"You're so fucking beautiful, baby boy."

Of course I got a blush, but he also looked away, fiddling with the sheets. "You don't have to say that."

"I don't have to say anything," I reminded him, turning his face back to me, "but what I do say will always be the truth. Can I look at all of you?"

He nodded, his eyes shining and that sexy little hitch in his breath again.

"Words, baby. Tell Daddy yes."

"Yes," he whispered, his eyes wide and cheeks pink.

I stroked his hair. "Such a good boy."

The praise had him humming with happiness, his eyes fluttering closed for a minute.

I chuckled, leaning down to nuzzle his ear. "Do you like that, sweetheart? Do you like it when Daddy tells you what a good boy you are?"

"Yes, Daddy," he whispered, squirming deliciously.

"Such a good, beautiful, perfect boy," I said, trailing kisses down his neck, and smiling against his skin when he shuddered. "My perfect boy."

"Yes," he moaned as I pushed the hem of his shirt up, then lifted him so I could take it off completely before mouthing my way down his chest, licking a line down the center, then tracing his ribs and finding his ticklish spots.

"Oh, God," he said, wriggling beneath me as he broke out in giggles. "Not fair!"

I grinned at him. "No? But I thought you wanted Daddy to be in charge."

"Yes, please," he breathed out, the giggles giving way to hot, pulsing need. "I do. I'll be good. Please, Daddy. I'll be so good for you. I promise."

"You already are," I said, capturing a nipple and sucking.

He gasped, arching up underneath me and clutching my head to his chest. "Daddy! Tell me, um, tell me what to do!"

"Mmm," I said, laving the little nub with my tongue and not letting up until he was panting. Then I surged up, hovering over his body, and cupped the side of his face. "You're doing so well, baby boy. You're perfect for me. And the only thing you have to do is this. Show me what feels good. Let me hear all your sexy little sounds. Give me all your pleasure, and let Daddy take care of everything else."

"Daddy," he whispered, blinking up at me in a beautiful daze.

"Can you do that for me, sweetheart?"

He nodded, flushed and wide-eyed and trembling... and so damn gorgeous I could happily have just stared at him and been completely satisfied for the night.

Or not. Because the truly satisfying thing would be making sure he was satisfied… and the way his hips kept arching up, trying to find something to rub against, was so innocently alluring that I couldn't resist.

I reached between his legs and cupped his cock through his briefs, groaning along with him when it twitched in my hand.

"Daddy?"

"I've got you, baby. I'm going to take your underwear off, is that okay?"

He nodded, his eyes dipping down to my chest, and then to the tent in my own pants before bouncing back to mine. "You too, Daddy?"

"Christ, you're killing me," I murmured, leaning down and capturing his lips, kissing him until he was pliant and soft beneath me, letting me have total control just the way we both liked.

Well, not completely soft. I groaned into his hot little mouth as his hips moved in rhythm with mine, our cocks sliding against each other until the friction of the clothes we were still wearing became too much.

"Fuck, sweetheart," I muttered, forcing myself to pull away. "Let's get these off."

I stripped his briefs off and tossed them aside, then wrapped my hand around him. He was perfectly proportional, slender and straight and leaking copiously from his tip.

And the minute I touched him, he lost his mind.

"Oh! Oh God. Daddy!" he cried out, bucking up into my hand as he clutched at my shoulders, his pretty mouth falling open as he panted and moaned, the most enticing sounds I'd ever heard spilling out of him.

"That's it," I murmured, watching his face as I stroked him, twisting my wrist just a bit on the upstroke and using his precum to slick the way. "Look at you. Fuck, Owen. Look at my sweet boy. You're so perfect. So beautiful. So damn good for Daddy. You have no idea how good you're making me feel."

"Daddy," he babbled, his eyes wild and unfocused, his cheeks flushed and body trembling. "Wanna be good for you, Daddy. Wanna be so, so good."

"You are. You're perfect. Do you want to come, baby? Do you want Daddy to make you feel good?"

He sobbed out a breath, nodding frantically as he tried to arch up into my hand.

"I need your words, baby."

"Yes, Daddy! Please." He tightened his grip on my shoulders, staring up at me. "But... but you, too. Can we? Can we do it together?"

"Fuck, sweetheart," I groaned, stroking him harder, faster, and then capturing his mouth in a searing kiss, fucking my tongue in and out of his mouth as my cock strained toward the relief it needed.

I shoved my lounge pants down, freeing it, then rolled on top of him. His sweet little body writhed beneath mine, his cock jerking in my hand and his cries muffled against my mouth as we kissed.

"Daddy's got you, baby. I'm going to take care of you, make sure you get everything you need. All you have to do is hold on tight and give it all to me."

I let go of his cock and pulled his hands from my shoulders, stretching them above his head and holding them there as I rolled my hips, greedily watching his face as our cocks rubbed together, the sweet friction almost enough to send me right over the edge.

I held back, though, keeping him pinned and panting as I ground down, frotting against him, holding him in place as I drove us both closer and closer to completion.

His dazed, blissed-out expression was completely intoxicating.

"Come on, baby. That's it. Show Daddy how good you feel. Can you come like this for me? Can you get my cock wet with your cream, just for me?"

"Daddy," he gasped, his whole body shuddering hard as his shaft pulsed against mine. "I... I..."

"Do it, baby. Be good and come for me. Give me everything."

"Daddy."

His back arched and he threw his head back, a high-pitched, keening cry ripping from his throat as he obeyed my command, his hot seed spurting between us as I thrust against him, heat racing down my spine as my own balls drew up tight.

The intensity of his orgasm was the sexiest damn thing I'd ever seen, and it was more than enough to push me right over the edge.

I growled, burying my face in his neck as I let go, pumping my cock through the slick heat between us until my own release ripped through me, painting both his stomach and mine.

"Owen," I moaned, shuddering on top of him. "Baby. You're going to wreck me."

I felt his lips curve into a smile against my shoulder, and then he wrapped his arms around me, holding me just as tightly as I'd held him. "Okay."

I laughed, rolling us onto our sides without letting an inch of space get between us.

I'd deal with the mess later. For now, I just needed... this. My boy in my arms—close and trusting and perfect—for the rest of the night.

And then, if I was as lucky as I'd been the day he accidentally texted me, for the rest of my life, too.