5. Stanton

5

STANTON

M usic played softly behind me, piping from my living room as I peeked at my boy standing on the back deck of my small home. I hadn't missed his shock when he'd taken in my cozy two-bedroom house in a quiet neighborhood filled with families. When I'd started house hunting a few years previous, my budget had my realtor showing me penthouses and condos. Instead, I'd chosen a peaceful place that would be a home and not a showpiece. I took advantage of renting a staged penthouse for parties and such when I needed to impress.

But my home was one I could see myself, and hopefully a partner, growing old in. The simplicity of my home was always shocking for the people who knew me. They made note of my suits and lifestyle, but it wasn't my job to police people's perceptions of me. The only opinion that mattered was my boy's and whether he wanted to spend more time with me.

We'd had lunch, talked for almost two hours, then we'd taken a walk around the city's park and some more conversation. I'd urged him to the swings when I caught him staring and pushed him for a good twenty minutes. My baby was sweet. He'd tried so hard to hide what I knew was a neglected boy who hadn't received the love and care he needed for his security. I didn't know much about his ex except for a few things he'd let slip, but I knew I couldn't stand the man who'd hurt Beckett.

We'd had Chinese for dinner sitting on the floor at my coffee table. I knew he'd probably have to leave soon, and I wasn't prepared to let him go yet. I poured our wine and picked up the two glasses, then I went to join him outside, and he glanced over his shoulder at me.

All I'd ever seen Beckett in was his suits for work and the party, but he had on a button-down. His sleeves were rolled up to expose muscled forearms with a liberal dusting of silver hair. His clothes highlighted his tall, broad, and husky body to perfection. Everything in me wanted to cuddle him, give him teasing kisses, and see what I had to do to always make him smile.

Keeping him comfortable with me was my only priority so I could get a second date. It wouldn't be an easy task with my impulse-control issues and my belief that I was all in for whatever he required. I'd always been the outgoing type—I lived to make people smile and laugh. Friends had always told me I was too bratty for being a Daddy, but that just meant I was fun. And that's what I wanted with the boy I eventually made mine—hopefully Beckett. I needed our lives to be joyful and never boring.

"Here you go." I held out the glass, and he took it.

"Okay, this is definitely not what I expected." He scanned the garden and flower beds that ran the entire perimeter of the privacy fence. "You looked more like the pretentious penthouse type. No offense meant."

"None taken." I slipped my free hand beneath the back of his shirt and stroked along his warm skin, tracing his waistband and belt. Ordering myself to keep my touch light and innocent, maybe with a hint of teasing. "My realtor was shocked, too. I wanted a home that I could see myself growing old in… finding someone to share it with and not just some place to show off material things. This isn't for entertaining… this is my home."

"It's nice. I always thought about getting a small house, but with just me, it seemed easier to just keep apartment-existing."

"I questioned myself plenty over buying a house at twenty-five. But I found this one, and I had to have it. People kept saying I'd regret tying myself to a house. Most of them told me to get an apartment, but I've never been a good listener. Now I have a very important question for you…" I caught his smirk and adorable eye roll as I took his wine, and then I set both our glasses on the patio table. Once I was back, I moved in front of him, hugged his middle, and pulled him flush to me. I had to tip my head back to see his face. "Did you find me completely insufferable, or may I get a kiss?" I asked as he hugged my neck and slightly leaned his weight against me.

"I didn't find you insufferable." My baby's voice was so soft and sweet, which was strange with how deep and rich it was.

Just like the night I met him, I brought one of my hands to the back of his neck and slowly urged him to lean down to me. I made sure to give him plenty of time to tell me no, but I hoped he would allow me this one little thing. As I noticed his gaze locked on my mouth, the corner of my lips quirked upward. I felt a slight tremble as I slanted my lips across his and the soft rush of a sigh at the contact.

I'd resisted pushing affection onto him except for the greeting kiss and me lacing my fingers through his as we walked. My heart broke when I felt his hand tense in mine as if he hadn't had anyone to show him the most basic of intimacy.

"Is this okay, baby?"

"Yes," he whispered as I softly nipped at his top and bottom lip, sucking lightly to earn the tiniest of moans.

He hugged me so tightly as if I'd leave him. I had no intention of letting him go home without him knowing I was ready to do whatever was needed to prove all I wanted was him.

"You're such a good boy." I nudged his chin with my nose, and he took the hint, tipping his head back. I sucked at the front of his neck right over his Adam's apple, then on either side. My cock went instantly hard at the arch of his hips. His dick rubbed against my flat stomach. He smelled and tasted so good. I stroked my tongue up the side of his neck until I reached a spot behind his ear. He tipped his head to give me full access.

Bringing my hands to his hips, I dragged them around to the muscled curves of his ass. "Fuck, I want to strip you down and lick every inch of you," I rumbled, and then I caught his lobe between my teeth. My fingers pushed his jeans into his crease, and his hands tangled in the hair on either side of my head.

His forehead pressed to mine, and I couldn't resist just taking in the pleasure that strained his features when his lips parted to let out the prettiest sighs. When was the last time someone made him feel good? His neediness made me believe that no one had ever met his needs the way I could. My scalp stung from the grip he had on my hair as I dropped to my knees and nuzzled the thick ridge of his cock through his zipper.

"May Daddy make you feel good, boy?" I asked as I raised my gaze to his face, locked on the flush along his cheekbones.

As he nodded, I nuzzled him with one cheek, then the other, as I eased the leather of his belt loose through his buckle. My breath locked in my lungs as I popped the button. Each movement was slow, designed to give my baby all the time he needed to put the brakes on if he needed to. I really hoped he didn't.

I wanted desperately to know what he tasted like, to feel him coming down my throat, but I needed him to want all of it as much as I did. Gripping the loosened waistband, I pulled the sides apart to expose black cotton covering the outline of a cock that made my mouth water for a taste .

"Daddy," he whined while he stroked his fingers through my hair.

"You make Daddy so proud." I tugged his pants and underwear to the middle of his hairy thighs and pressed kisses into his bush at the base of his dick. Sitting back on my heels, I wrapped my lips around the loose foreskin of his uncut cock and nibbled at the skin. As much as I wanted to take in every emotion that crossed his features, my eyes closed, and I easily sucked his average cock to the back of my throat.

The rattle of the patio table legs distracted me. He'd removed his hands from my head to brace himself as I gave him head until he was moaning loudly. He fucked between my lips with a sexy roll of his hips forward and backward. On the retreat, I stroked my tongue under the skin to tease the smooth head of his cock. The flavor of him filled my mouth with strong bursts of pre-cum.

My impulsive brain wanted him naked. Craved him spread out on my big bed as I stretched him to get him ready to be loved. With every pulse of his cock on my tongue, there was an answering one of mine as my length painfully swelled behind the fly of my jeans.

I felt the wet spot spreading on my briefs. There was never going to be enough for me; I'd demand more with our growing intimacy. I relaxed my throat as the pace and strength of his thrusts picked up, and all I could hear was the repetition of Daddy falling from his lips. A shout abruptly ended, and my eyes flew open to catch him sinking his teeth in his lower lip to keep himself quiet. I took everything he had to give. His release coated my throat as I ground my face into his groin, choking on a yell of my own as I shot into my underwear. My back bowed outward as I heard him gasping above me. I slowly released his cock, resting my forehead on his thigh to catch my breath.

How it happened, I didn't know, but he was on his knees straddling my legs, and his mouth was on mine. I squeezed his fuzzy ass cheeks as Beckett sucked the remnants of his release from my tongue.

"Daddy, let me?—"

I cut him off with a kiss. "Already taken care of. I haven't come in my jeans since I was a fucking teenager. I'm embarrassed about how easy that was." I grinned as he chuckled with his mouth still pressed to mine. "Giving you head is going to turn into my favorite pastime. You still okay?"

"Yeah."

"I swear you're too sexy for Daddy's peace of mind."

He hugged my waist and lowered his head until he could tuck his face against the side of my neck. I brushed a kiss to his shoulder as I held him and allowed him time to process. We hadn't discussed moving into sexual intimacy. It had just happened.

"My ass is getting chilled."

"Want to go take a shower and then curl up on the couch naked for a movie?"

"Is that your way of asking your boy to spend the night?"

"You don't have to, but I'd really love to wake up with you tomorrow."

"I'll have to get up early to go home and change for work."

When he raised his head, I stroked his mussed hair back from his handsome face, loving how relaxed he seemed. His shoulders weren't shrugged upward, and his jaw didn't tic where it was clenched tightly with stress the way it had before.

"I'll make sure you're up in plenty of time for me to drive you home."

"I can get a ca?—"

I cut him off with a quick kiss. "I'll take you. Daddy wants all the time with you that I can get." I patted his hips, and he struggled a bit to his feet. I got to my own as he pulled up his pants and underwear. I grimaced at the uncomfortable feeling of my release. Ignoring it, I took his hand in mine, we both grabbed a wineglass, and I led him into the house. Hopefully, in the light of day, when the afterglow wore off, he wouldn't try to talk himself out of spending time with me—out of being mine. Nothing about my need had changed since the first night I met him, except I now needed more, but I had to rein in my usual inclination to dive in headfirst.