Chapter 13

The hungry sound Daddy made as he surged to his feet, holding me like I weighed nothing while I did my best impression of the clingy little monkey I always seemed to become around him, sounded like a definite "yes" to me.

And I was so, so ready for it.

Nervous since I knew how big his dick was and wasn't sure how it was supposed to actually fit inside me? Yes.

But also excited, horny, and... and I think the best word was euphoric? Also yes. Massive yes.

If I hadn't already figured out that I was in love with him, the way he'd helped me see the whole situation with the hot water heater—no, with the whole house—had lifted a weight off me that I hadn't even realized I was carrying. It felt like there was all this new space freed up inside me. Like I could breathe.

And all that space was filled with him.

With… with my feelings for him.

I knew I'd still have to deal with them, with my parents, but I hoped that when I did, I'd be able to hold onto how good and confident I felt right now, but even if I had trouble with that, I knew for sure that Daddy would help me remember how.

But that was for later. Right now, I just wanted to live inside this feeling a little longer.

Well, this one and hopefully some brand-new ones, too.

The minute he set me down on the bed, I hopped right back off it so I could strip all my clothes off, any feelings of self-consciousness over how small and scrawny I was already burned away under the heat he'd been looking at me with all week.

I didn't even feel shy about it. There was no need. He'd already seen all of me and I knew he liked it, and since only the best things ever happened when we were both naked, I didn't want to waste a single second.

Daddy chuckled, his eyes tracking my every move. "Eager, aren't you, baby?"

"Yes," I said breathlessly, not even bothering to pretend otherwise. And that was another amazing thing about being with him. I never had to pretend with him. It felt like he already knew everything about me before we'd actually met in person, and he'd never once made me feel like who I was wasn't enough, even when I had sometimes felt that way.

But I didn't anymore.

I couldn't.

Not with the hungry, almost wild way he watched me as he slowly started taking his own clothes off, too.

He didn't glance away once, not even when Stumpy barked at us from the living room and then gently scratched at the closed bedroom door.

"We'll be out there in a little bit, girl," he called to her in a soft, indulgent rumble, tossing the last of his clothing aside and stalking toward me. "My boy needs me right now."

My breath caught in my throat, excitement swarming over my skin. I didn't think I'd ever get enough of hearing him call me that. It didn't even feel weird anymore. I knew he saw me as a grown man in the ways that mattered, but being his boy was something different.

Something I was hoping I might never have to give up.

But I'd work on convincing him about the forever part later. Right now, even though he hadn't actually touched me yet, I felt like I might come just from his presence alone.

"Daddy?" I asked, backing toward the bed as he came closer. "Um, in case I don't last long enough to actually do this?—"

His warm laughter cut me off as he reached me.

"Sweetheart." He cupped my cheek. "Do you really think I expect you to restrain yourself to just one orgasm? How about we start with one right now to take the edge off? Then, once you're relaxed, I can get you ready to take my cock."

"Okay," I said, nodding so fast it was a wonder my head didn't bounce off. "Yes, please. Um, how?"

His thumb caressed my cheek. "Do you trust me, Owen?"

"Yes."

No hesitation, because that wasn't even a question. I was pretty sure I trusted him more than I'd ever trusted anyone.

"Good. Then let Daddy decide."

"Okay," I said again, but this time it was a whisper, because even though I'd already agreed, my voice was gone. Swallowed up by the huge, wonderful feelings that swamped me whenever he took charge and let me just float along without any worries.

With nothing to do but to be good for him and let him take care of me.

My heart was pounding with excitement, but all my nerves were gone. There was just me, him, and the certainty that whatever he wanted to do to me, I would like it.

No, I was pretty sure I'd love it.

"Get on the bed, baby boy."

I did, scooting back onto the mattress until I could lie back against the pillows.

"Spread your legs," he said, climbing up after me.

I did that, too, my stomach clenching and my dick jumping with excitement, and when Daddy slid a hand down my thigh and gripped behind my knee, urging me to tip my leg out and expose myself, I sucked in a shuddery breath and just did what he said, watching as he moved between my legs.

His gaze was heavy and dark, his lips slightly parted, and the way he looked at me was like a caress all on its own.

"Fuck," he said almost reverently, running his free hand down the inside of my thigh. "Look at that beautiful, tight little hole."

I bit my lip, trying not to let it quiver.

"Do you have any idea how badly I've been dying to eat you out, baby boy?"

I whimpered, his words sending a fresh rush of heat through me, and when his eyes darted up to my face, a satisfied smile tugged at his lips.

"Is that something you'd like?"

"I, um, I'm not sure?"

I'd seen it once, when I'd been binge-watching gay porn, but no one had ever done it to me and it felt a little overwhelming, to be honest. I'd showered just before all that stuff with the insurance company and my parents earlier, but still... what if I didn't smell good?

What if I didn't taste good?

Daddy chuckled, leaning over me and kissing me hard. "I thought you were going to trust me."

I nodded, but then realized he was right. I'd been letting my nerves get the best of me.

"Can you, um, can you make it a rule, please?"

His smile was both tender and hot as he dragged his fingers first over my lips, then down my throat, finally resting his hand around my neck like a collar. "Yes, baby. If that's what you want. New rule. Trust your Daddy."

Maybe it was dumb, but it worked every time. As long as he said it was a rule, that I had to, I was able to just do it and let everything else go. It was like magic, and I relaxed back onto the bed, the gentle pressure of his hand around my neck making me feel safe and claimed and cared for, all at the same time.

"Fuck, you're beautiful like this, sweetheart, but I still need your words."

"Yes, Daddy," I whispered. "I trust you, Daddy. Thank you, Daddy."

"Good boy. Now, close your eyes and put your hands above your head, and keep them there, no matter what."

"Okay," I breathed, anticipation tingling through me as I did what he told me to.

"Good boy," he murmured again, his big hands gliding down my body.

I bit my lip, smiling hard. I would never, ever get enough of hearing that.

His palms were rough and calloused, the perfect combination of firm and gentle as they roamed over my skin, teasing everywhere except the spots where I most wanted him to touch me, making me writhe and try to chase after his touch when he lifted his hands away.

He chuckled. "Settle, sweetheart. Who's in charge?"

"You are," I said, my dick so hard it ached as it dribbled precum onto my stomach. "But, um, I thought you were going to..."

I started to gesture down to the super obvious erection he kept ignoring, but then remembered what he's said about my hands, and stopped.

Daddy grinned. "Oh, I'm definitely going to. I was just enjoying myself for a moment first, because baby boy, you are truly the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

I wasn't. Even if I was new to being gay and hadn't even realized "beautiful" was a word guys used for each other before the first time Daddy said it to me, I did know that. I wasn't horrible-looking or anything, but unlike him and his mouthwatering superhero looks, or some of the stupidly hot guys I'd seen in gay porn, I was... completely forgettable.

But maybe Daddy was closer to loving me than I'd dared to hope, because when he said it and looked at me the way he was right now, I believed that he believed it, and that almost made it feel like he'd already given me that orgasm after all, but in my heart.

"Daddy?" I said, feeling a little breathless.

I'd meant to thank him, but before I could, he looked up at me with a deliciously wicked smile, then bent down and swallowed my dick whole.

"Daddy."

That time, it came out as a shout, my hips bucking up before he grabbed them and held me down, sucking so hard that it felt less like I was about to come than like my entire soul was about to exit my body and head straight down his throat.

"Please, Daddy," I begged, barely knowing what I was even asking for, except that I wanted to come, but also didn't want him to stop. I needed to come, but it felt so good that I never wanted this to end.

But it wasn't up to me; it was up to him. And somehow, that made it even better.

He didn't stop, just looked up at me with smiling eyes as he cupped my balls and did something with his tongue that made me see stars. Then his other hand was between my legs too, tapping on my hole, and every one of those stars exploded into a supernova as I came so hard my throat felt raw from shouting his name.

He stayed where he was, holding my spasming dick in his mouth and not swallowing down a single drop until I was done.

I'd never known I could have an orgasm that seemed to go on forever.

It was amazing. He was amazing. And I had to bite my tongue to keep from blurting out that I wanted a different kind of forever with him, too.

He hummed, low in his throat, making me whimper, then finally pulled off my dick with a wet pop, giving it a soft kiss before sliding his hands under my ass and lifting my hips.

"Such a good boy," he murmured, his voice sounding hoarse after what he'd just done. "You didn't move your hands at all, did you?"

"No, Daddy," I whispered, shaking and sweating and feeling like every molecule in my body had just been rearranged. "I, um, I did good?"

"Yes, baby. You were perfect."

He rubbed his face against the inside of my thigh, and I could feel him smiling, and it was a heady, wonderful feeling, knowing I was the reason why.

"Do you want another one before I fuck you, sweetheart?"

I blinked at him, my brain feeling sex drunk and sluggish. "Another what?"

"Orgasm."

"Oh," I said, my pulse quickening. "I... I can maybe give you one? I could, um, I could suck yours, too?"

He grinned, so sexy I finally understood what the word swooned meant. "Next time. When I come, I'd like it to be inside you, baby boy."

Oh, right. He was old. Sexy-old, but stillold enough that it took him longer to be able to go again.

Then I remembered how he'd shown me those, um, test results of his on his phone, and it really hit me what he meant. He wanted to come inside me. Like, fill my ass with his cum. No condom between us, just me and him, connected as deeply as two guys could be.

My dick usually needed a minute or three before it could go again too, but not this time. It surged up, another whimper escaping me, and I humped the air without meaning to.

Daddy laughed, low and kind of dirty. "Is that a yes, baby boy? Do you want Daddy's cum?"

"Yes," I breathed out, stretching my arms a little higher so I could grab onto the headboard so I could keep being good for him. "Please, Daddy. I want it."

"Then it's yours," he promised, right before his hot, wet tongue swiped over my hole and all the rest of my thoughts went right out of my head.

My whole body tensed in shock, liquid fire spreading through my whole lower half as I gasped out, "Daddy!"

My legs tried to close. Not to keep him out, but just from the surprise.

"Just relax, baby," he rasped, pushing them wide again. "Let me take care of you."

He didn't give me a chance to answer, which was a good thing because I couldn't. He just licked me again, and this time, I couldn't stay still no matter how badly I wanted to be good for him.

My legs thrashed, my hips bucked, and I said some stuff, but I have no idea what. I'd never felt anything like it, and when he pushed my legs back, bending my knees and tilting my hips up and spreading me open even wider, he was suddenly able to go deeper.

He wasn't just licking me, he was kissing me there. Sucking and biting while my dick started to throb even though he wasn't touching it, and then pushing his tongue all the way inside me, like he was already fucking me.

"Daddy!"

He made a holy hotness growling sound and held me down, eating me out like his life depended on it.

And I... I didn't last.

I wasn't surprised. It felt too good, and that was even after he'd just made me come harder than I'd ever known I could. But as soon as I felt that first, fresh wave of bliss, he wrapped his fist around the base of my dick and squeezed, cutting off the orgasm and making me sob with frustration.

His head popped up. "Baby, you didn't answer me."

I panted, my hands aching from how hard I was holding onto the headboard and my brain completely fried.

Daddy grinned. "Do you remember the question?"

I shook my head, then licked my lips. Words. Daddy wanted words. "Um, no? Sorry?"

"I asked if you wanted another orgasm before I get inside you, sweetheart. But before you answer, you should know that I absolutely expect one while I am inside you, too. I want to feel you come on my cock. I want to feel this candy-sweet, tight little ass of yours milking me. I want your gorgeous little body to show me how good I've made you feel."

I whimpered, humping up into his hand.

He tightened his hold and my eyes rolled back in my head, the impossible pressure inside me building until I thought I might die from it. But... no. I didn't want to come. I liked the way he had control right now. I liked how desperate he was making me, and knowing that even so, I could leave it all up to him.

I could follow that new rule he gave me, trusting him to decide.

And Daddy really was perfect, because I didn't have to say any of that. His eyes softened as he looked at me and he nodded, understanding completely.

"Okay, baby. Breathe for me. Calm yourself down just a tad, and then I'll let go."

"Thank you, Daddy," I panted, sinking into a floating sense of absolute bliss, even without coming.

Or maybe because he wasn't letting me come yet.

"You're welcome, baby. And you know what will happen when I let go of your pretty little cock?"

I shook my head, probably looking a lot like a heart-eye emoji as I stared at him and waited for him to tell me.

He surged up over my body and kissed me, his mouth tasting like magic mixed with my own cum. Like the kind of sex I hadn't even known was possible. The kind where I wasn't just horny, but in love.

"When I let go of your pretty little cock," he whispered, pulling back with a grin. "I'm going to flip you over, get you up on your knees, and finish prepping your beautiful hole."

"And then... and then fuck me?"

I knew the answer was yes, but it sounded so deliciously dirty—me getting fucked, not having to be the one doing the fucking—that I wanted to hear him say it.

Instead, he said something even better.

"No, baby. I'm not going to fuck you. I'm going to make love to my boy."