9. Leo

Chapter nine

Leo

P utting Dezi to bed together was surreal. I’d done the same with my sister and Nacho for years, but doing it with Isaac was another story altogether.

For one, I never got turned on watching a man read a bedtime story in my house. I found myself sitting on the rug in Dezi’s nursery with her on my lap, giving Isaac my rapt attention when he did voices for the animals.

When Dezi clapped and said, “Again, Daddy,” I was right there with her.

Eventually, she started nodding off, and I lifted her carefully to put her in bed. Isaac said she had a bath before I arrived, so we tiptoed out of the room together like we were teens sneaking out at night.

Isaac slipped into the kitchen and returned with two glasses of wine. “I think you mentioned liking a cabernet?”

“I did,” I replied, a little shocked he remembered an off-hand comment about wine preferences from a week before. I took it from him as we both sank into his sofa. “Thank you, Daddy.”

We both froze, glasses in hand and the silence like a weighted blanket over us. He didn’t look upset, or even amused at my slip. He looked surprised, but there was heat in Isaac’s gaze as well.

In my defense, I’d been hearing Dezi call him Daddy for hours. And also…Isaac had big Daddy energy. How could I not look at him and think of the word?

“I’m sorry?” I offered an apology for the weirdness I’d caused, not sure what else to say. I drank from my glass as a distraction and the rich flavors burst over my tongue. Biting back a moan, I took another sip. “Damn, this is really good.”

“Glad you approve,” Isaac replied in a husky tone. My eyes met his again as he took a gulp of his own before setting the glass on the coffee table. “Was that random, or…?”

Dammit, he wasn’t going to let me get away with my embarrassing moment. I could have gone home and agonized over calling him Daddy all night. Possibly for days. But no, he wanted to be mature and talk about it. Well, if he really wanted to know.

“I mean, you know I’m gay, right?” I started, not sure where I was going.

“I guessed, but didn’t want to assume,” Isaac shrugged, leaning back against the couch with his eyes closed.

The separation from having his eyes on me helped me to go on.

“Well, in gay culture, it’s common for some men to be Daddies, and others to be boys,” I explained.

“That’s not just in gay culture,” Isaac turned his head to face me with a smile. “I know about Daddies and littles.”

“Right.” Taking another sip of the delicious wine, I laid it out there, “You’re not the first man I’ve called Daddy. Though you might be the first with an actual child.”

Isaac licked his lips and I tracked the movement until I saw he’d caught me staring. Sitting up, Isaac leaned forward until his face was only inches from mine. “You’re not the first adult to call me Daddy, Leo.”

“Oh,” I whispered, his words sinking in slowly. Was Isaac saying what I thought he was saying? Only one way to find out. “Do you like being a Daddy in the bedroom?”

“In the bedroom, and out of the bedroom in kinky relationships,” Isaac whispered back, and the moment was heavy with anticipation. “I haven’t been a Daddy to anyone since Dezi’s mom over two and a half years ago.”

Feeling brave enough to put my hand on his chest, Isaac sighed at my touch. Despite his calm words, Isaac’s heart was racing. Mentioning his daughter’s mom was new, and I could tell it was a sore subject. Still, I had to know.

“Do you want to be?” I asked, then realized how it sounded. I didn’t want him to think I wanted something as serious as making a baby together. “To be Daddy in the bedroom, again?”

Isaac narrowed his eyes in concentration. I thought he was going to ask me to leave, but he lifted his hand to cup my cheek instead. “You’re bringing out those instincts in me. But it scares me, too.”

“Why does it scare you?”

“Because,” Isaac’s gaze dropped to my lips, and I was begging him to kiss me. “I’ve never wanted a man before. A boy.”

“Oh, shit,” I felt my eyes widen at his admission. I’d been right about Isaac being straight.

Was I alright with being his experiment? I had been fine having an unrequited crush, but if there was a chance he reciprocated my attraction… He hadn’t said he wanted me, only that he’d never wanted a man before. It was implied, and that wasn’t enough.

“Do you want me to go?” I asked, my heart in my throat.

“No, I really don’t.” Isaac bent until his nose was nudging mine. His eyes drifted closed and his words washed over my lips like a promise, “What I want is to kiss you and see if you taste as sweet as I imagined.”

“Okay,” I breathed the word as sparks ran over my skin everywhere we made contact.

Isaac only hesitated another second or two, giving me a chance to change my mind before his lips met mine. He nibbled at my lower lip before sucking it into his mouth and I moaned. Isaac swallowed my sounds and brought his other hand up to hold my face. He tilted my head where he wanted me and dominated the kiss in the gentlest of ways.

My fingers gripped onto his soft Henley shirt, feeling coarse chest hair on my fingertips. When Isaac licked into my mouth, I found myself straddling his lap. His erection was a hard, thick bulge in his gray pants, and it met mine when I settled onto him.

“Fuck,” Isaac cursed and grit his teeth when my cock rubbed his own through our clothes. “I want to see you. Can I take off your shirt?”

“Yes. Yours too, Daddy,” I insisted, ignoring how good it felt to call Isaac, Daddy. “Can I unzip your pants?”

Instead of answering, Isaac let out a satisfied growl from deep in his chest as he reached to undress me. He let me get a hold of the hem of his shirt, but got it off himself while I fumbled with his fly.

When we were both shirtless with our pants unzipped, Isaac captured my lips and kissed me again. “You taste so good, baby,” he groaned into my mouth.

Reaching between us while he was distracted, I cupped his cock through his briefs. The tip was wet and bare over the hem of his underwear. I broke our kiss to see Isaac’s cockhead was peeking out of his pants, leaking onto his stomach.

“You’re so big, Daddy,” I complimented, letting myself fall into the roleplay we were both into.

“Want to rub yourself off on me, baby?” Isaac asked and I whined by way of pleading. “Be a good– boy, and use your words.”

He’d faltered over the word boy, but everything else he said and did showed me Isaac was on board to take this unexpected make out session further. I bit my lip and looked down at him. “Can I take my little dick out and rub it against you?”

“Damn, why does that sound so hot?” Isaac asked as if to himself. He gripped his cock like the idea almost had him coming too soon. “Can you get off like that?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I nodded.

When I went to show him, Isaac stilled my hand. “Let me?”

Nodding again, I watched as Isaac gently freed my cock. It stood at attention, the foreskin pulled tight, and leaked so much a drop landed on the head of Isaac’s dick. Isaac rubbed the pad of one thumb right under the head and I saw stars.

“Daddy,” I whined, thrusting fruitlessly in the air over him.

“Show me, baby,” Isaac instructed, and I was more than happy to oblige.

Taking his cock in hand, I moaned at the heavy weight of him. He would fill me so well. Tilting forward, I was able to press my shorter but almost as thick cock against Isaac’s. My fingers didn’t meet, with both of us in hand, but I was glad for my copious amount of precum when we slid together.

“Holy, mother of–fuck,” Isaac panted, gripping onto my hips with both hands as I thrust against him. “Don’t stop.”

Between my own horniness and Isaac’s grip, I was able to keep up my pace until I felt the heat building low in my underbelly. “I’m gonna come, Daddy!”

“Come for me, baby,” Isaac grunted, and I wanted him to come with me. “Show Daddy how much you love rubbing yourself off on him. Come for Daddy.”

“Daddy,” I cried out at his words, the orgasm rocketing through me faster than I expected. The first shot of my cum landed on his chest, and then I got a hand over our heads right as Isaac started to shake underneath me.

“Yes,” Isaac groaned as his body went stiff. I watched as his face went from stiff to slack and he emptied his balls on my cock.

Collapsing on his chest, Isaac’s hands wrapped around me. I waited for his freak-out to start, but it never came as he carried me to his shower and then tucked me into bed, naked in his arms. I felt safe and satisfied in a way I wasn’t sure I’d ever been before.

Most unexpected hook up of my life. Also the best sex I’d ever had.