Chapter 20

CHAPTER 20

LUKE

I drive on autopilot to my place. Thankfully, the journey is familiar enough I don’t get turned around or anything.

My boy has me wound tighter than ever. Being without him during this last stretch of games was tough. I did everything in my power short of abandoning the team to get back to him as quickly as possible.

And now he’s within reach.

Fuck.

The things I need to do to him.

Video calls weren’t enough. My fist wasn’t enough. I need him. My honeybee. My boy.

I whip into the driveway of my new place in half the time it should have taken me to get here. Jumping out of the truck, I rush around to let Timothy out. He’s already unstrapped and has the door open when I get there.

Good to know I’m not the only eager one.

Lifting him into my arms, I carry him inside. There’s no chance of me putting him down yet. I need to hold him. Keep him close.

He has no idea how addicted to him I am.

He keys in the code to the door for me, then we’re inside and our mouths fuse together. I don’t hesitate to press him against the wall, making sure he feels how hard he’s made me. Grinding against him, I run the hand not holding him up over him. His jaw, his neck, down his chest — I touch him everywhere.

“Daddy,” he cries out after pulling back for some air.

I pant against his neck as I trail hot kisses over his skin. “Yes, honeybee?”

“Need.”

“Need what?” I tease.

My hips pull back, keeping the friction at bay a second longer. It’s not to tease. No, it’s more so I don’t blow my fucking load from the hot sounds coming from his mouth.

Dammit. He’s too fucking sexy.

“You, Daddy. Need you. Bed. Please.” His whine cuts through my haze.

I pull him from the wall, then stride through my house to the main bedroom. My boy doesn’t need to whine for Daddy to fill him up. He only needs to tell me what he wants.

Yet we’re both too far gone.

I know it. He probably knows it beneath his desperation.

Either way, I’m going to give us what we both need. What we’ve been aching for since that first night where I watched him stroke his cock alone in my big bed while I was hours away in a hotel room.

Easing him onto the mattress, I rise to take him in. He’s perfection. From his tousled hair to his adorable bowtie to his protruding length, my boy is glorious.

“Take off your clothes, honeybee, before I rip them off,” I demand.

He moves quickly, shucking them without question. I do the same, tugging my shirt over the back of my head in one swift movement. From there, it’s a simple unbuttoning of my jeans and I’m done for.

“No underwear?”

The question sounds like an accusation. Added to his frown, I know my boy doesn’t like the idea of anyone else getting to see what’s his.

I help him take his boxers off, then I urge him further up the bed. Prowling over him, I let my intent show.

This isn’t going to be the soft and sweet like we sometimes do. I don’t have the patience for it.

Fast. Hard. Feral.

We both need it. I have no doubt of it.

“The only person this is for,” I say as I stroke my cock, “is you, honeybee. I went commando because I knew I was coming straight to you. The less I had to take off, the better.”

He swallows thickly then nods. His gaze never strays from my hand wrapped around my erection. He’s mesmerized by it.

When he licks his lips, I groan. “Not this time, honeybee. I need in that perfect ass first. We can shower, and you can suck to your heart’s content later.”

My boy pouts for a second before accepting his fate. When he gives me a nod, I immediately reach for the lube in my nightstand. We’ve both been tested and squashed the idea of condoms after our first time together. There’s no need when we’re both committed to this monogamous connection we’ve built.

“Please,” he whimpers beneath me when I start to tease the rim of his ass with my slicked fingers. His hips arch off the bed, which has the effect of dragging his cock against mine.

“Shhhh. I’ve got you.”

I set to work getting him open as quickly as possible without hurting him. While my boy likes it rough, he doesn’t always enjoy pain. It’s why I take the time to prep him as best as possible for my above average girth.

His hand grabs my arm that's holding me above him. “Daddy! I need you. I’m ready.”

Since I have four fingers pumping in and out of his ass, I’m inclined to agree with him. It’s a hardship to pull free given how much I love hearing his moans and watching him thrash as his tip weeps.

But I know how to get even more of a rise out of him. I know how to pull his pleasure free with more than my fingers.

Lining up to his body, I press forward until I bottom out. There’s still resistance; however, the look my boy’s face is one of ecstasy, not pain. It’s a win in my book.

As soon as I sink inside, he’s reaching up to pull me closer. “Fuck me. Need you.”

He kisses me hard, his desperation making it more messy than usual. I love when he gets like this. My needy, greedy boy.

“You need Daddy’s cock? Is that what will make you all better?”

“Yes!” he cries out as his back arches. “Please!”

“I love when you beg.” I punctuate the statement by pulling out and thrusting in hard. He yelps beneath me. “Knowing my sweet, submissive boy turns into a greedy slut makes my dick so hard.”

His nails dig into my biceps as I pick up speed. He’s no longer forming sentences, much less coherent words. It’s all moans and gasps, the symphony of pleasure I wish I could replay all day every day.

“Close,” he shouts a few minutes later when I’ve just picked up a good, steady pace.

Reaching down, I grip his cock and freeze. “Not yet.”

He gasps, his eyes going wide at the change. “Daddy?”

“Not yet. If you come, I’ll probably blow too. I’m not fucking done with you yet.”

Pulling out of him, I drop down to suck his cock. Instead of trying to get him off though, I tease and nip him. My tongue strokes the ridges and veins like I’m trying to solve a puzzle.

My boy loses his fucking mind. His arms and legs kick out, the pleasure too great for him to keep still.

I smile to myself as I fight to keep his body in place. When I feel like he’s had enough, I press into him again, then hold still.

“What… what are you doing, Daddy?”

“I’m keeping my cock warm in your tight little hole, honeybee. I don’t want to come yet, and I bet if you think it through, neither do you. So we’re going to stay like this for a little bit until I know you won’t come the second I start fucking you again.”

He shivers at my words. “I don’t… I don’t think this will help.”

As if to agree with him, his cock bounces and more pre-cum leaks from the tip. I rub my finger across it, then bring it to my lips.

“Hmmm. Maybe not, but it’s worth a shot. I missed you too much to have to wait on my fill.”

While I still have a decent refractory period, I don’t want things over too soon. Plus, his fucking ass is a glorious place to be. There’s not an ounce of complaint on my end about getting to stay inside him longer.

“Tell me about your day,” I say casually as I run my finger over his abdomen.

“My day?” His brows dip as confusion takes place of his intense lust.

I nod. My finger circles his belly button slowly, careful not to arouse him yet continuously keeping us connected in more than one place.

“Yes, honeybee. What did you do? Was it a good day before I arrived?”

He frowns and shrugs. “It was fine. We kept busy. I missed you a lot, so I did a bunch of work to keep my mind off of it. It felt like too long before you’d be home.”

His words burrow deep in my chest. I felt the exact same way. It’s why the pilot and I cut a deal that involved me signing merch and convincing others to come to his kid’s birthday party in March for him to agree to get us home sooner. Granted, it was well within reason for him to fly according to air traffic rules. He was just being a hard ass because he knew how badly I wanted to be back.

And it’s been completely worth it. Every second with my boy is worth whatever else I have to face in this world.

Timothy stutters through the rest of his day after I encourage him further. I hear about the confusions with the candles and how the caterer seemed far too eager for his liking. We discuss the guest list and who he thinks will be the first to start the bidding wars.

As his words slow and his breath evens out, I decide it’s been long enough. He’s being such a good boy for me, doing as I ask and accepting my cock like I need. Like he needs.

When I shift back, he gasps. Then he closes his eyes tight when I buck forward again. His words falter as I repeat the motion. By the fourth pump of my hips, he’s given up trying to talk.

“Daddy needs you to come now, honeybee. I want to feel you tighten around my dick. Milk me,” I growl as I hold his hips down enough for me to let loose.

My boy screams in pleasure a few seconds later. The orgasm is strong enough to send me over, just like I demanded him to.

Cum coats his chest and stomach while I fill him up. Seeing his pleasure so clearly only serves to draw mine out even more. I come for what feels like forever but has to only be a minute or so.

The aftershocks of it have me jerking and fighting to keep myself hovering over him. I don’t want to crush him under my weight.

“Mmmm,’” he hums when I lean down to kiss him gently. “Feelssogood.”

I chuckle at the jumble of words. “Stay here. I’ll get something to clean us up with.”

He doesn’t move when I pull out. In the connected bathroom, I go about warming up a washcloth and cleaning myself off. Then I head back into the room to get him taken care of.

I have to smother a laugh when I see him. His legs are butterfly style, and his arms are still stretched above him. There’s a smile on his face, despite the deep, even breathing that signals he’s asleep.

Shifting over, I gently clean his chest and abs before shifting him to reveal his hole. It’s tempting to leave the mess there. I’d love for him to wake up still full of me. Let him see how much of an effect he has on me—to the point I can’t even properly clean him up without thinking of marking him in some way again.

I shake my head, then wipe away my cum as much as I can. My boy shifts a little in his sleep, though he doesn’t wake up once.

Once I’ve got him good to go, I throw on a robe and make sure the house is secure before returning to the room. If my boy needs a nap, then that’s what we’ll do. Besides, I’m in no way done with him yet. I want to fuck him at least one more time before the gala tonight. I need to know he can feel me while we’re surrounded by other affluent, attractive people.

I might even leave my cum in him next time just so he’s walking around with it all night.

Would I need to add a plug to make sure it stays?

Laying down with my boy, I ponder over what all I need and want to do with him. I contemplate what our future looks like together.

It’s only been a few weeks of us being together, but the months before that felt like he was mine too. Not acknowledging the build-up means I have to wait longer for other time sensitive things.

Like him moving in.

Or me asking him to marry me.

Yeah, I’m definitely counting from the day we met.