9. Chapter Nine

Chapter Nine

Chase

"I love my new jammies." If I wasn't afraid of being teased I'd wear them all the time. "Thank you, Daddy. "

Amazing how easily that word came naturally now. Everything with Daddy made me free, uninhibited even. I just wanted to play and have fun and snuggle. Yes, lots and lots of snuggles.

"Time for bed, Little Songbird. Want Daddy to read the other story he got to you?"

Daddy kept the books on the bedside table. "Yes, please." I curled up with him, my head on his chest just like last time, only this time I was wide awake and ready to hear the whole book.

"The Grasshopper and the Farmer. Book one of the Enchanted Farm series by Elizabeth Brandt." Daddy flipped the page.

"Look at all the animals, Daddy. I've never been to a farm before."

"You haven't? We'll have to remedy that when you get back."

When I get back. I was gonna miss Daddy something awful.

"It was a bright and sunny day. The critters on the farm were out grazing, enjoying the warm day. The sheep bleated in a nearby pasture while the farmer worked in her garden.

"'Shoo!' She shook the rake at the grasshopper eating her tomatoes, ‘Those aren't meant for you. Those are for my table, you see.'

"Suddenly the wind whipped around the vegetables, swirling the dirt into a cloud of dust. When it settled, a handsome young man stood before her. ‘I'll make you a deal,' he said, ‘I will only eat the ones I've already bitten or any that fall to the ground in exchange for you allowing me to live here.'

"The farmer dropped her rake and ran inside the house, screaming along the way.

"'How rude,' the grasshopper huffed, ‘but I'll take that as a yes."

"I like how you make all the silly sounds and voices, Daddy." This was fun and a memory of my mom reading to me surfaced. She'd been gone so long it was hard to remember some stuff.

"You do, huh?"

Daddy tickled me and once the giggles hit and I couldn't breathe he stopped and returned to the story.

Not sure how it ended ‘cause I fell asleep.

Again.

"Good morning, Songbird," Daddy said as I wobbled into the kitchen, still half asleep. "Should I be worried with how sleepy you are?"

Before I could stop it, a yawn escaped. "No. I just haven't been sleeping well." And I'm more relaxed when I'm with you, but I didn't want him to worry so I kissed his cheek and changed the subject. "Anything I can help you with?"

He shook the spatula at me. "Don't think I didn't notice what you just did there, little one. Why don't you pour us each a glass of juice while I plate the food. "

We weren't two bites in when he jumped right to it.

"All right, Chase. Spill it."

I took a huge bite, and he cocked a brow at me, knowing full well it was another stall tactic. "Just got a lot going on so my mind's not shutting down."

"I don't want to be a hindrance, Chase."

"No! That's not it at all, it's just…" How did I explain it without sounding like a total dumbass? "Okay, here it is. I sleep better when I'm with you. It's like, I get to be the real me and relax and unwind. Then when you read to me, which by the way is the highlight of my day, my brain finally let's go." That pretty much summed it up and now it was all out in the open.

"I see. You know, even when you're not here I can still read to you. I think we talked about that before. Though I can't keep super late hours or I'll fall asleep in class, and I just got the Chase rumor put to rest."

He had told me a bit about the millions of Chase Prescott questions his students threw at him. I felt bad but there was no way I was letting Daddy go. Even if I had to call in Easton and Jeremiah to put the rumors to rest, they could work their magic. But honestly, I wanted the world to know that Daddy was mine .

"But if you are in your bunk by say, ten-thirty, I can. Wish I had you in my arms at the same time but once I get there we can get back to how it is now."

I was ridiculously excited to have Daddy on tour with me, though I would have to remember to call him Casey around everyone but David.

"I'd like that." Leaving on Monday was gonna suck.

"I have an idea," Casey's words drew me from the depressing thought. "Why don't you write to me? Don't mail anything but hold onto them until I get there. They can be letters, notes, random thoughts, lyrics, poems—whatever you're thinking. Then when I read them you can share with me where you were and what you were thinking about when those words came."

"Great idea. I'm always writing random words down, but this gives them purpose and keeps my mind occupied." Though I'd likely drive myself nuts counting down the days, hours, and minutes until Daddy got there.

"It's a gorgeous day, want to spend it outside?" He gathered our dishes and started cleaning up.

I stared out at the near perfect day. Well, perfect until the heat slapped you in the face as soon as you stepped outside. "Sounds good to me."

Casey took a bit longer than me to emerge from the house and by the time he joined me I was already on the raft floating in the middle of the pool .

"Someone looks comfortable."

He took the usual route via the stairs getting in while I had dove straight in. Best to get acclimated to the water temp in one jump was how I rolled. I'd grabbed both rafts beforehand so we could leisurely float and talk or just chill the hell out. Life was about to board the crazy train for me so I was soaking up all these moments while I could.

Casey fell off the raft the first time he tried to get on it and I nearly fell off my own laughing.

"Think that's funny, huh?" He floated over and did his best to knock me off but failed.

"Nice try but you hashtag failed!" I clapped and cheered then dove in and rattled his raft just as he got situated and over he went again.

Stolen kisses, games of chicken and the right person's hands on me and I was hard as a rock. It was like Casey brought a dormant trigger inside me to life. Receiving that first blowjob definitely broke the seal. Day and night since then sex had been at the forefront of my mind and even now, something as innocent as the games we were playing and…yeah, the rocket had launched.

"Fuck, what have you done to me?" More like what was he currently doing that drove me insane. His lips found every erogenous zone on my body. Right now he licked, nipped and sucked my neck and earlobe. His breath in my ear sent chills down my spine even in the Vegas heat .

"Whatever you'll let me do and keep in mind," he took my hand and slid it down the front of his trunks. On instinct I gripped his cock. The first one I had held outside of my own. I figured the first time I touched his I'd freak out, but right now I was so fucking horny I treated it like my own and stroked. "Chase," he moaned. "Please."

"Please, what?" I bit his collar bone. "What do you want, Daddy?"

Fuck, that word between us held so many meanings and right now I wanted to fuck Daddy. Many times I'd thought about that since he mentioned he'd let me top and I hoped it would happen this weekend.

"I want my boy buried deep inside me."

I took his hand and nearly drug him out of the pool.

Who was I and what had they done with sweet Chase?

Made him horny as fuck and created a damn monster was what happened.

I whipped my trunks off, wiped down with the towel and turned to find Casey staring at me, mouth wide open.

"Are you okay? We don't have to if you don't want to." Shit, I forgot to check with him first. I mean, I thought his begging plead said it all, but consent was everything and I had to learn to ask and not assume .

"Oh no, I'm good to go." He turned and bent over, pointing that fine ass at me as he stripped down.

"Wait, what's that?"

"Daddy, prepped for his boy in the hopes this would happen. This is a plug."

"Shiiittt," the word stretched out as the plug did the same to Daddy.

"Can I touch it?"

Daddy wiggled his ass in the air and winked at me over his shoulder. "Yes, please."

There was a loop on the end of it that reminded me of a binky. I tugged and twisted, eliciting sweet gasps from Daddy so I kept doing it.

"Chase, I'm dripping and near the edge. I don't want to come like this. I want you to fuck me."

Holy shit. Daddy said fuck and he rarely cursed. Nice to know I wasn't the only one on the verge of blowing his load.

"Let's go." I went to tug him up, but he stopped me.

"Don't you want to take it out?" My sassy Daddy. If I had more experience I'd have been emboldened enough to replace the plug with my cock. As it was I wanted to make sure he was comfortable, and I didn't come on impact. That was a hard battle to fight for sure.

Yeah, with my teeth , I thought and before I second guessed that decision I bent behind him and did just that, then tossed it aside. It landed with a splash in the pool but that was a problem for later. For now, it was sexy time.

This time it was Casey who tugged me inside and straight to the bedroom.

Our lips crashed together, far from sweet and magical, and straight into horny as fuck. Fucking hell was I ever.

"Lie back," Daddy directed as he drew something from the bedside table. "Chase, I haven't been with anyone in a long time, and I've been tested plus I'm on PrEP. Please, can we do this without a condom?"

Um, yes, please . But this was a grown-up decision. I knew he wasn't lying to me, and I had no desire to use a condom, nor had I thought ahead and brought any. Daddy would take care of me and I had no worries.

"Yes."

He squirted lube on his fingers and proceeded to coat my cock with it. My teeth were tightly clenched to the level I feared one would crack as I did my best not to come.

"Give me your hand." I held it out and he proceeded to lube up two fingers and placed my hand behind him. "I'm pretty well prepped but I want you to enjoy the process as much as I do. Slide your fingers inside."

I was doing this. Really doing this. Who knew the act of preparing someone for your cock was so fucking hot? Daddy's eyes rolled back and when I hit his prostate, thank fuck for online forums where I learned about that one, he moaned and began fucking himself on my fingers.

Why had no one ever talked to me about sex before? Seltzer's crass remarks didn't count and I usually ignored him. But a little intel would've been nice.

"It's been so long it won't take much." Daddy's voice had deepened well into the sexy as hell range.

"That makes two of us." Please don't come on impact, please don't come on impact. A childish chant but one I fucking prayed did the job.

Daddy held my cock upright and hovered above my lap. As soon as I breached his hole I gripped the sheets so hard my fingers tingled but my eyes remained laser focused on him. There was no way in hell I would miss a second of this. My first time and I was lucky enough to share this with someone I loved.

"I love you," came from my lips before I could stop the words.

Daddy stared at me as he slid down my cock then stopped. I thought for sure I fucked everything up.

"Chase," he cupped my cheek and brushed away a rogue tear. "I am so in love with you."

It was like you could literally hear my breath catch. I'd held it the entire time as I waited for his reply. Everything I read online said do not say I love you for the first time during sex. But how could I not when everything about this moment was fucking perfect?

I loved Daddy and he loved me.

Slowly he rocked back and forth, riding my cock with his hands braced on my chest. How could it be our first time together and yet we were totally in sync? Maybe it was just me, but this was beautiful and beyond anything I'd ever imagined. His body tightly clamped around my cock in the firmest of grips, I could feel every move, every muscle contraction. I wanted to come so badly yet wasn't ready for it to be over.

Making love.

Who would've thought that would ever happen for me?

There were times in the past I'd resigned myself to being alone forever. Sounds ridiculous coming from a twenty-three-year-old but given my chosen profession and the assumptions and labels placed upon us as players, I felt broken. Not wanting another until Casey came along and fixed that.

Now, I refused to imagine my life without him .

Daddy sat up and stared down at me as he gripped his cock and stroked it. His eyes rolled back, his hips drove forward and back with each slide of his hand.

"Need to come." My cock was painfully hard, and my balls drew up. It was like a massive explosion inside me ready to detonate.

At my words he stroked faster and rode harder. I swear to fuck I was near blowing up. The friction was insane and no matter how hard I tried I could not hold out any longer.

"Daddy!" I hollered and thrust up and came. The pressure was slow to release as I emptied a lifetime of want and need inside this wonderful man who was mine.

"Chase, god, Chase," Daddy chanted as he too came. His ass clenched my cock, and it almost tipped me over a second time.

Gods he was gorgeous.

"Let me catch my breath and I'll get us cleaned up," Daddy panted as he rolled over beside me.

I turned and faced him, begging to ask that clarifying question. The answer of which I hoped I'd heard correctly. "You really love me?"

"My little songbird," he pressed his lips to mine. "I love you more than I've ever loved anyone."

"Me, too, Daddy." We rubbed noses and kissed again, staring deeply into each other's eyes until they closed.

Content. Safe. Loved.

We hadn't meant to fall asleep, but we did.

"Wake up, my love." Daddy kissed my forehead. This had to be the nicest way I'd ever been woken. "We need to shower."

"We?" That got me out of bed in a flash. I stretched and popped my back, totally forgetting the bit that I was totally naked. Daddy's eyes raked over me as I strutted toward the bathroom. A personal show for one and if I was anything, it was a performer. If my hips swayed a bit more than usual and I flexed a few muscles as I moved, so be it.

The water was already on when I got there. I took a moment to take care of business then met Daddy under the warm spray.

"I like the fact that I get to touch you now." I ran my hands up his arms and took the time to really appreciate how handsome he was. We were nearly the same height, though he had a slightly wider build than me.

"You could always touch me. I was just waiting for you to give the okay for me to reciprocate."

"Sorry, I just," I shrugged. "Spent far too much time in my own head and underappreciated you. You can touch me whenever you want, Daddy." He was gentle, kind, and always asked first. He'd more than earned my trust. Plus, it felt really good when he did it.

He turned and kissed me, which rapidly escalated given neither of us were clothed. Who knew two cocks bobbing together was such a turn on? Appeared I had a lot of catching up to do, I'd missed so much tucked away inside that protective bubble I'd erected. But I looked forward to every moment exploring with Daddy .

"Daddy," I moaned and gripped his shoulders to stay upright as he stroked our cocks. Amazing didn't even cover the sensation of the foreskin sliding up and down and over the heads as they rubbed together.

"Frotting is one of my favorite things."

Frotting .

A word I would definitely commit to memory because this was ah-fucking-mazing.

"Daddy, Daddy, Daddy," I mindlessly chanted as my cock pulsed and release barreled through me. I was like a hair trigger now, firing off within seconds.

"You're beautiful when you come," Daddy whispered and nipped my earlobe as he came.

Beautiful. Daddy called me beautiful.

And I made Daddy come. Again.

Go me!

"Burr," Daddy shivered. "I think we drained the hot water. Let's hurry and wash and get some food in us."

He tossed me some lounge pants and slid into a pair himself then we headed to the kitchen to figure out food. "I had this whole meal plan set for the weekend, but we took the day in another direction. No complaints, by the way. But unless we want to wait three to four hours to eat, the lasagna I'd planned to make is out of the question."

"Yeah, kinda need to eat before my stomach eats itself. "

"Fair enough. Steak and salad then?"

"Carnivores for the win! How can I help?"

"Why don't you chop of the veggies and get the salad together while I fire up the grill. Given it's a hundred degrees outside that'll take all of thirty seconds to achieve." He pulled more greens than I'd seen in my life from the fridge and piled them on the counter. "Have at it."

I poked around, opening cupboards and drawers until I found what I needed and got to work washing and chopping. In the end, I was pretty damn proud of myself given I'd never made a salad of any kind before, and this one was glorious. If I did say so myself.

"Looks good," Daddy stole a carrot and a kiss and got to work seasoning the meat.

While he was outside grilling, I opened a couple of beers for us, went along with the steak dinner theme, took them outside and handed him one.

"Cheers," I tapped my bottle to his. "To relationships."

"To falling in love."

Fucking. Perfect.

"To falling in love."