9. Stanton

9

STANTON

T he water in the large tub was comfortably warm where I had Beckett laid back against my chest after our night at the pub. I'd bit my tongue the entire night to avoid saying anything to my baby's ex. Most of the time, I rarely held back when something needed saying, but all I'd cared about was making sure Beckett had fun with my friends. When we'd said bye, everyone had told me they hoped Beckett continued to settle for my annoying ass.

I wasn't feeling the love.

Once we'd gotten to my place, I'd poured us each a glass of wine and led him to my bathroom to take a long bath before we went to bed. He'd seemed surprised when I'd pulled out the bubbles and prepared the tub. Beckett shifted as I stroked my fingertips over the adorable curve of his hairy belly to his chest and his hard, pebbled nipples. I brushed my mouth to the side of his neck and felt his pulse jump.

"Other than the ex-husband showing up, did you have fun tonight, baby?"

"Yeah, you have great friends."

"They have their moments, but I did threaten them so they'd behave." I smiled at his deep chuckle. "I was told that I was lucky you were settling for me."

"That was mean," he whispered as he stroked lazy circles on my calves. "Thanks for not making a big deal about Tanner being there."

I didn't want to admit to how close I'd come to letting it slip exactly who Clark's new man was. Yet, I felt that would've embarrassed Beckett more than Tanner. "He wasn't important. You are. And the fact that he screwed up is just my gain. I should've bought him a drink for fucking up."

He snorted as he hugged my legs.

"If you'd still been married the night of the party, my heart would've been broken."

"You make a habit of kissing strangers?"

"Just the ones I find pretty."

He pinched the back of my left thigh roughly.

"Ouch, be nice, baby." I cupped his opposite cheek with my right hand and turned to tilt his head back so I could lower my mouth to his. "I already told you, you were the most beautiful man I'd ever seen. Comforting you was my only intention." I pressed soft kisses to his lips as I spoke and stroked his damp beard. "I was upset that you ran from me because I didn't know if you were okay."

"I'd just gotten the papers that morning… I don't remember if I told you that. It wasn't some big shock or anything, but it felt so much more real seeing the final decree."

"I'm sorry you were hurt."

"It's okay. I'm okay. I mean, we'd separated a year ago. The final paperwork was just a formality at that point. But it still hit me like a knife in the heart." He let out a heavy sigh. "And then I had to put on a brave face and go to a work party. All those couples and I wondered what had gone wrong between us. Then, there I am, minding my business, hiding and having a cry when here comes some guy in an expensive suit with perfect hair and skin, looking flawless and telling me I should never have a tear in my eyes."

"You shouldn't, well, unless you're the type who cries when happy. I'll allow that."

I was content just to lay in a tub of bubbles, cuddling my boy to my chest as if we weren't in a rush to do anything or be anywhere. Of course I wanted to love on him, and I longed to find out what it was like to have him come on my dick. Yet I was enjoying just being with him with no urge to get off and send him home. As much as it made me sound like an asshole, I'd never really had anyone I wanted beyond mutual orgasms as a one-night stand or casual situationship.

"Thank you for your permission." My boy's tone was nothing less than snarky, and I loved it.

"Daddy loves to dote on my boy, so get used to it."

"Have you had a boy before?" he asked and tried to look away, but I wouldn't let him.

"Honestly, a little Daddy Kink to spice up the bedroom, but no one I wanted as my full-time boy until I met you. Was he your Daddy? Tanner?" I asked but didn't know if I wanted the answer.

"Like you, spiced things up, but our relationship had turned pretty lukewarm the past several years. The divorce was probably long overdue," he answered as I stroked his beard and cheek with my thumb.

He had the best face with broad features. The thick fringe of his lashes easily concealed the truth his eyes wanted to tell. I shifted my hand so that I could trace the lower curve of his lip, and then the top. The larger man submitted beautifully to me.

There was something powerful in the trust he showed. Even after all the hurt his ex-husband caused, he still allowed me to have the gift of his submission. That was humbling. I'd never give him a reason to regret the permission he granted me. Even if our night didn't end in more than cuddles before sleep, I was more than content with that .

"Not a lot of men look at me and see Dominant Top . I love how your bigger body feels in my arms. Your thick body hair. I thought you were perfect even before I got you naked. Now"—I groaned as I cupped the curve of his belly— "it's a shame you even wear clothes."

He let out the sweetest laugh as he nuzzled my chest with his bearded cheek. And to me, he really was perfect, not in a superficial way. Yes, I found his body sexy, but he was just right in so many ways other than his physical appearance.

"Baby," I whispered as I lightly brushed my lips to his.

"Yes, Daddy?" He tipped his head to give me better access to trace the curves with the tip of my tongue.

"Can I fuck you?" I slid my hand lower and cupped his firm cock in the palm of my hand. If he wasn't ready, I'd never push, but whether he let me inside him or not, I wanted to hold him in my arms all night. "You have every right to say no. Letting me fuck you tonight or a month from now is completely up to you."

"Y-yes, please." He turned over, and I arched as his hairy chest came to rest on my smoother one. "I've been thinking about it since the night I met you."

"I was yours to have. All you had to do was tell me you needed Daddy's loving."

I helped him kneel in the center of the tub, and then I carefully stood to step out. I removed the towel from the warming bar, leaned over to let the water out, and took his hand to get him out of the basin.

Once I had him standing on the bathmat, I took my time drying him. I watched him from under my lashes, making note of each gasp and reaction when I stroked over a sensitive spot. Later, I'd use those to tease him with my lips, tongue, and teeth. If he believed our night would be over quickly, he was in for a surprise. I wanted to relish every second in the freedom to touch him lovingly to bring him pleasure.

He wasn't just some man I'd brought home. To me, he had the potential to be the one if he agreed. The person to make my house a home. To make me happy for years to come. I'd sensed it the moment I'd met him; I'd known he was special.

"Fuck, boy, you're sexy, every inch of you." I nuzzled the center of his chest and then quickly dried myself off. Draping the towel over the side of the tub, I took his hands to walk backward and draw him with me into my bedroom. I laid him down on my turned-down bed and told him to move to the center.

Removing a few condoms and a bottle of lube from one of my nightstands, I set the items on the top and turned on the dim bedside lamp because I wanted to see every inch of him. I needed to witness the pleasure on his face when I finally buried myself deeply inside him—claiming him as mine.

As soon as I had everything ready, I stretched out beside him and spread my hand in the middle of his chest. "Is there anything you don't like, boy? I need you to love every second of this."

"No, I just want you to love on me." He whispered it as if he were embarrassed to admit that to me.

He crossed his right arm over his chest to draw his fingertips from my collarbones until he almost reached my belly button.

"You're so soft. May I touch you?"

"I'm yours," I told him as I rolled to my back to give him the freedom to touch and learn me just as I had with him. The corner of my mouth pulled into a smirk as he shifted to his knees to straddle my trim waist. A shiver worked through me as his hairy ass came to rest on my hardening dick.

"Gorgeous. I don't even know what you see in me."

Before I could admonish him for putting himself down, he bent at the waist to tuck his face against the side of my neck. The suction was light as he nipped at my skin.

A groan slipped free as the tip of his tongue traced my collarbones and lower until he could suckle at one nipple and then the other. Damn, I loved when a man played with my pebbled peaks. I sunk my fingers into his soft, damp hair to show him how good he made me feel. As he worked his way down the center of my flat stomach, I massaged the back of his neck. He dipped his tongue into my bellybutton and continued to nuzzle my thin treasure trail of dark blond hair that fanned out into my neatly trimmed bush. Every kiss and lick had my cock pulsing and leaving a pool of pre-cum that he lapped up. My hips jerked upward at the tease of his wet tongue.

"Goddamn, boy, suck it," I ordered as I combed my fingers through his hair to the back of his head as he lifted my length to position the tip at his lips. He swiped at the leaking slit and gave it the gentlest kiss. My jaw clenched as he sucked the flared head and took me all the way to the back of his throat.

His mouth was hot and wet, his tongue stroking the underside of my hard dick. Because I craved the dominance that he allowed me, I fisted my fingers in the back of his hair and worked him along my cock. Showed him how his Daddy liked it, slow and easy, no rush to finish.

"You're such a good boy, baby, get Daddy's dick all wet." I fucked between his full lips, memorizing every sound of greedy pleas he made when my length jerked, giving him more of my pre-cum. "That's Daddy's perfect little slut, show me those pretty blue eyes."

He opened them. His pupils were large as he opened wider to let me fuck into his throat. My free hand moved to his cheek, my thumb stroking the corner of his mouth as spit dripped down my length. Not once did he gag, no matter how deep I worked my cockhead into the constricting space of his throat. I jerked his head down to grind his face into my groin as he clutched at my forearms.

I eased him away as his beard tickled my balls, and he finally gave the smallest gag. "Be a good boy and just suck the head."

I stretched my left arm out to grab the lube and condom because I wasn't going to last. When I got off, I wanted to be buried deep with my boy riding me. I released his hair to open the lube and cursed as he almost nursed at the sensitive head of my hard dick. The suckling sounds grew louder as he allowed more spit to slide down my length until my bush turned wet.

"Give me your fingers."

He obeyed even though I saw the question in his eyes. I squirted a generous amount of slick onto his fingers.

"Stretch that beautiful ass so Daddy can fuck it."

I'd never seen anything sexier than him sucking me as he stretched his arm back to get his hole ready for me. Every lean muscle in my body begged for release. His cheeks turned the prettiest shade of pink as I watched him fuck himself with his fingers. He gasped, and my dick slipped free. Instead of ordering him to put me back inside, I grabbed the condom with shaking hands and barely got it open.

I wanted my boy too much. Everything about him was sensual, the way he took so much pleasure in giving me head—in prepping his ass to take my long, slender cock. The night I'd given him a blowjob, I hadn't been able to take in all his sounds and expressions. Tonight, I was going to be able to see it all. His face hovered over my length as I rolled the latex down and smoothed on more lube. Impatience took over, and I ordered him to sit on Daddy's cock.

He knee-walked up my body, and I held my dick up by the base. We cursed in unison as the head popped inside. The slide was so easy as he took me all the way in. He was tight and hot, stretched enough that all I could see on his face was pleasure. And then he threw his head back as he spread his hands on my belly. His thighs shook as he flexed the muscles to lift until only the head remained and took me back inside with an arch of his hips.

His movements were fluid and sexy as he gracefully rode me, clenching on the upward stroke to massage my cock. I ordered him to lift his cock and balls so I could see his body swallowing my dick so easily and fought for control as he jacked the girth of his length, cupping and rolling his sac. Sweat dropped from his body to join the mist that covered my naked skin.

I grabbed his outer thighs to ground myself and then dug my heels into the bed to meet the downward swivels of his hips. The harder I fucked into him, the louder his grunts and moans grew. I'd never felt anything as good as my boy fucking his lush, rounded ass onto my cock, taking it like the greedy slut he was, and that was only for Daddy. I was the only one who'd make him feel that good.

A flush covered his face, spreading over his throat to his chest, and our dance turned brutal as we both fought to get off. He almost punished his cock to match our pace. I called his name repeatedly as I tried to control myself, but I was too far gone.

"Goddamn, boy, you know just how to work Daddy's cock," I hissed through clenched teeth as his glassy gaze met mine, and I flexed my arms to quicken his speed. I took him harder as my muscles screamed with the exertion. It was perfect and right.

His movements stuttered, and I knew he was close. I let go just to enjoy—to find my release. We were both lost in reaching our own ends. My hips arched sharply, ass muscles flexed, and I buried myself all the way in as he shouted, and his release splashed across my belly and chest. I sealed his ass to the cradle of my hips, rutting our bodies together as I shot into the latex barrier. My chest seized as I fought to breathe. All I could hear was my boy screaming Daddy , as one hand still worked his cock, and his free hand grabbed my waist, holding us together as we shook and jerked.

I collapsed, and then I had my boy sprawled across my chest, his mouth sightlessly searching for mine. I cupped his ass cheeks and massaged his rim that pulsed around my still-hard cock. He whimpered into our kiss and let out a rough, shuddered chuckle as I kept playing with his pretty hole.

"Next time, I'm gonna eat that ass before I fuck it." His cock jerked between us, and more wetness joined the mess he'd already made. "Fuck, you made Daddy feel so good."

I knew I'd have to separate from him soon to dispose of the condom, but I wasn't ready yet. It had seemed like a lifetime waiting for him to trust me to love on him. I didn't take that for granted. I promised myself that I'd make sure he never regretted giving himself to me.

"Da-Daddy." He rolled his hips one more time and sunk his teeth into my lower lip.

Without saying a word, I started shallowly fucking into him to hear the breaks in his breathing. He clutched me so tight it almost drove the air from my lungs. My greedy boy wanted more, and whatever my baby wanted, he'd always get.