10. Drake

Chapter ten

Drake

W e make our way off the train before hopping into an Uber. The drive to Chibico World only takes about fifteen minutes, but by the time we pull up, Ash is plastered to the window as he bounces eagerly in his seat.

The last five minutes of our drive seemed the longest since we were waiting in line behind several other cars entering the park. From the car, we could see all kinds of colorful roller coasters zipping through the air. When we officially entered the park grounds, its water park came into view with hot pink, lime green, purple, and teal water slides zig-zagging and looping with each other. We could even hear the cheers and whoops of excitement from people when Ash rolled his window down.

Seeing the pure happiness on Ash's face makes me realize I made the right decision to skip the boring winery. What was I thinking? The only thing that sounded appealing about that trip was the scenery. I'm not even a huge fan of wine, but a few friends at work raved about it and I was convinced. Damn, Ash would have been bored as hell on that trip.

Over the past two weeks, Ash and I have grown closer than ever. I've gotten to be with him several more times as he plays in his little space, and there's just something about taking care of him that really appeals to me. Knowing that I can be caring and nurturing for someone as sweet as Ash truly makes me happy.

No one has ever looked up to me or yearned for guidance the way Ash does. And it isn't all a one-sided dynamic like I first expected. Ash doesn't exactly need me, but rather, he knows he can let go of all his stress or worries enough to get into his little headspace. He trusts me to take care of him.

That trust is everything.

The Uber pulls up to the grand hotel, dragging me out of my memories. After I thank the driver and pay him, I step out into the California heat. People in colorful clothing walk in and out of the hotel entrance, only making the place look even more inviting than it did in the photographs. For a soft opening, the place looks crowded.

Ash tangles his fingers with mine and tugs me toward the concierge desk as soon as we're out of the car. "Oh my gosh!" He points. "Look, you can see all the water slides from here."

His hand moves wildly, and he points in the opposite direction. "Oh, and look, there's a Ferris wheel."

Ash bounces on his toes, and I chuckle. "We're going to have so much fun, Daddy."

Once we check in and have our keys in hand, we take the elevator up to our floor. It seems to tick by, taking forever as it climbs, but the doors finally slide open, and we walk out hand in hand. When our hotel door is open, I let out a surprised grunt as Ash jumps on me, wrapping his legs around my middle.

Before I can ask him what he's doing, his full lips are on mine. He smells like blueberries and temptation and tastes like the Skittles he was eating on the train.

My hands instantly cup his butt, and I kick the door closed as I carry him into the room. He deepens the kiss by tangling his tongue with mine. My cock stiffens in my jeans as he writhes against me. Despite being physical, we haven't moved past blow jobs, rimming, and frotting.

I've been determined to make things different with Ash. He isn't my typical one-night stand or random hookup. He's so much more, and I stupidly thought being a gentleman was romantic.

"Screw being a gentleman," Ash murmurs against my lips as if reading my mind. "I'm tired of waiting." He snakes a hand between our bodies and starts tugging on my left nipple.

I groan, sliding him down my body until his feet touch the floor again. "Take your clothes off, baby."

"Fuck, yes."

I swat his naked ass as soon as his pants are off. "Language, boy. Or are you trying to get a punishment?"

Ash whines, giving me a pleading look as he strokes his cock. "Daddy, that's not fair. You know how bad I want you to spank me."

I chuckle. Yeah, he wants it so badly. "Well, who am I to deny my boy?"

He visibly trembles with excitement. "Daddy?"

Pointing at the white leather sofa on the other end of the hotel room, I smirk. Perfect. "If you want your spanking, you have ten seconds to drape yourself over the arm of that sofa, ass high in the air."

Ash's mouth falls open, and his eyes widen. He scrambles over to the sofa and climbs on top.

"My boy is so fucking beautiful," I say. "Look how good he is for me." I slowly make my way to Ash, dropping articles of clothing as I go. Ash's face is flat on the seat, turned toward me and staring. He's panting. Swatting his ass playfully, I watch the gorgeous brown globes jiggle. "He has the prettiest ass I've ever seen."

Ash moans and wiggles on the sofa. I give his ass another nice swat.

When we shared our test results and talked about preferences and limits, Ash admitted he wanted to be spanked, especially during sex. But he doesn't really want it to be too painful, just exhilarating, a little pinch to add to the pleasure.

"Stay still, boy. Let Daddy spank that ass," I growl, using the commanding tone I know he loves.

His toes curl, but other than that, he's completely still, waiting for my next move. I spontaneously bend over and bite his ass, causing Ash to yelp.

"Oh my. Do that again, Daddy."

I comply, biting the other cheek. Pulling away from his body, I take a few steps back just to look at my boy as I stroke my cock. He holds completely still. From this angle, I can see all of him.

A string of pre-cum is leaking from his tip.

"Look at you, baby boy. You're being so for me."

Ash moans.

Walking back over to him, I begin to spank his ass. Not too hard, but hopefully just right. "You remember your safe words?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"Good. Make sure you use them if you need them. And feel free to tell me if you want it harder."

Ash nods. "Yes. Please."

I chuckle as I stroke myself. He has me so keyed up already. It always seems to be this way with Ash. He has me hard and ready to shoot off at any moment. "Yes, what?" I growl, spanking his right ass cheek, then following it up immediately with one to the left. "Tell me what you need."

He moans, writhing a bit. "Harder. Please."

I give him a few hard swats and his moan is so loud and rumbly that I check to see if he just came. Once I'm satisfied that he didn't come too quickly, I pull his ass cheeks apart so he's spread open in front of me, propped up on the sofa. I lick a stripe over his hole, and he trembles.

"Will you stroke your cock slowly for Daddy?" I ask, walking over to my suitcase and pulling out the lube.

Ash strokes himself slowly, still in the same position on the sofa.

"That's right, baby, make your cock hard for me."

When he sees the small packet of lube in my hand, he moans and squirms again. "Please," he begs.

"You have two options. Do you want me to finish eating that pretty ass and suck you off, or do you want to follow me back to bed and lube Daddy's cock, get it nice and wet, so you can ride it?"

"Yes."

I bark out a laugh. "Choose, baby boy." Honestly, I hope he chooses the second option, because I won't last very long. "Which one?"

"I—I want to ride your cock, Daddy."

Thank fuck. "Okay. I'll eat your ass later, sweetheart."

I pad over to the bed and climb on top.

He glances over at me, checking out my naked body sprawled out for him. "You're so handsome, Daddy. So hot." He walks toward me and climbs on the bed.

My cock jumps at the praise, growing stiffer. "Fuck, we are a pair, aren't we? Both loving praise."

He grins and nods. "Want me to stretch myself out for you, Daddy?"

"As much as I would love to watch that show, I would like to stretch you myself, baby boy. Especially for our first time. Come straddle me, but have that beautiful ass facing me so I can stretch you real nice."

Ash does just that, his ass hovering over my stomach. I rip open the packet of lube and trace a wet finger across his hole. I rub it for a moment, causing him to wiggle and laugh.

"Stop teasing me. I want you inside of me."

I spank his ass with one hard swat. "Patience. Don't rush me, little one." I don't bottom often, but when I did, I never liked it when guys rushed this part. Unless my boy wants that later, then we can experiment, but for his first time—our first time together—I'm going to get him so hot and bothered that he's begging for it.

Taking my time, I slide one finger inside of him, back and forth. Then two. I dribble a little more lube on my fingers and really work him open.

"Please, Drake. Please."

I smile.

"Please, fuck me, Daddy," he begs, a slight whine to his voice.

I chuckle. "If you want it, baby, flip around and slide on top of me." I make sure to use that commanding tone that makes him melt.

Once he's facing me again, he lowers himself onto my cock. I grunt. "Fuck you're so tight. How are you so tight still?"

He smiles down at me and continues to lower himself until he's bottomed out. I place my palms on his tiny hips to hold him in place and let him adjust to my size, but he won't have any of it. He starts riding me, up and down, a sweet pull on my cock. "That's it, Ash. Ride me."

He chuckles, husky and strained. His gorgeous cock bounces between us as he picks up speed. Fuck. It feels good. He feels too good. My cock starts to throb and my balls pull up tight. "Baby," I pant. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."

He traces a hand over my chest, palms grounding me and supporting his movements.

His cock continues to slap between us, and suddenly I'm eager to make him as desperate as me. I reach for his hard length and stroke him, my fingers still slick from all the lube I used to stretch him. He moans.

His hole clenches around me, and I lose control. I pound up into him and he cries out.

"Yes, Daddy. Harder."

I move harder and faster. So fast that I really need to hold his hips—this time for leverage.

"Oh fuck, Drake. I'm coming."

His cock throbs in my hand and his hole squeezes again, impossibly tight. I groa,n long and loud, spilling into him with the most mind-blowing, earth-shattering orgasm I've ever experienced.

When I come to, I blink my eyes open to see a smiling Ash cuddling my chest. He's lying on his side, using my chest and shoulder as his own personal pillow.

He circles a finger around my pebbled nipple. "Hi," he says.

"Hi, baby boy." I drape an arm over my eyes. "Give me a moment. You've turned me into Jell - o . Broken Jell-o."

He giggles. "Bello."

"Yes. That's exactly how I feel. Like broken Jell-o; boneless, happy, and unable to move a muscle. Bello."

Ash giggles again. "Did you know this room has a jacuzzi tub in it?"

I peek an eye open. "Yes, I picked it out for you. Should we get nice and clean?"

His eyes widen. "Will you be joining me in the bubbles?"

I can already see his little side coming to the surface as he grins over at me and wiggles. Another thing that made us very compatible in bed is our craving to hear the Daddy and boy titles. But despite loving the dominant and submissive roles we tend to take, neither of us wants to fool around when he's in his little headspace. He told me that he has lots of friends who do it, but sex always makes him feel bigger. Totally understandable to me.

"Why don't you turn on the water? Daddy will join you in a minute."

He scrambles out of bed and walks into the bathroom. The sound of rushing water echoes in our hotel room, and I make my way to my suitcase for my last surprise. Any other gifts will need to be purchased as souvenirs while we're here on vacation.

"Look, Daddy! Bubbles." Ash giggles, pouring an ungodly amount of vanilla-scented body wash into the tub.

I rush forward with a laugh and pluck it out of his hands before he can make a mess. Yup, little Ash is ready to play. Placing my hand in the water, I check the temperature to make sure it won't burn him.

"Go on, get in, little one."

When he's in the tub playing with the bubbles, I put a teal Chibico bath toy into the water. It resembles a duck, only with cute large blue eyes.

Ash squeals when he sees the floating bath toy sitting in his bubbles.

"Daddy!" he cheers. As he continues to coo at his toy and murmur. I slide into the bubble bath behind him, pulling out my own little pink-looking duckie. Ash's eyes widen and his mouth falls open.

"Who's that?" Ash asks, completely in his little space.

I don't know if he is asking who owns the little duckie or what the duckie's name is. "This is Banana, my Chibico. Can he play with your little duckie, baby boy?"

Ash nods frantically.

We end up playing in the jacuzzi tub until the water runs cold, and our stomachs begin grumbling. I place a kiss on his temple. "Come on, baby. Let's get dried off and go out to dinner."