18. Isaac

Chapter eighteen

Isaac

F inding someone to watch Dezi had seemed scary, but an older woman who lived in my building offered after Dezi and I ran into her when I was struggling with her stroller and groceries. Mrs. French had given me her number, since she watched her grandchildren all the time, and I’d finally called her. She’d come over to learn Dezi’s routines, and I was mostly comfortable with her there. I also bought a nanny cam.

“Thank you, Mrs. French,” I handed her a few twenties, even though we were out less time than I thought.

“She was a perfect angel,” the older woman insisted, heading for the door. “You two have a Merry Christmas.”

While I thought my daughter was perfect, like my sitter had said, she was no angel. Still, Dezi was my baby. We said goodbye and crept into Dezi’s room to check on her. She was passed out on her back in red holiday pajamas, her gray teddy bear loose in her hand. Her curls were wild, and she had the most adorable little expression, but resisted the urge to pick her up for a cuddle.

It was seeing the same love for Dezi reflected in Leo’s eyes that had me grabbing for his hand and pulling him out to the hall.

At the very least, I was falling for Leo, but who knew having someone care about your child could be a turn on?

Really, everything about Leo turned me on. From his confident knowledge of the children he was charged with caring for, to his sweet little side I was just getting to know. I shouldn’t have been surprised by my attraction to him, since he was everything I knew I liked plus more, but I was still learning how to do the whole relationship thing.

In our two weeks apart, I’d done a lot of research and conversation leading to the moment we were both dying for. Leo told me he was mostly a bottom, and would prepare for whatever I wanted to explore with him, and I wanted to explore it all.

We’d even gotten re-tested, because I was dying to be inside of the boy without any barriers. Thank all things holy Leo wanted the same thing, and I’d gotten a preview when I made him come over the phone a few days before.

All of these things led to me backing Leo against the wall opposite Dezi’s door and leaning into him as he panted in anticipation.

Tugging his body against mine, I told him exactly what I planned to do, “I’m going to strip you naked and then you’re going to help Daddy get undressed. I want your little dick to squirt for Daddy, and then I’m going to fill you with my cum, baby boy.”

Leo whimpered and thrust against me. He caught my raised brow and nodded, “Yes, all of that. Want you, Daddy.”

“Color?” I grunted, wanting to make sure I checked in before Leo got caught up.

“Green as your Christmas tree, Daddy,” Leo told me with a mischievous grin before ducking under my arm. “But you have to catch me first.”

“Game on,” I whispered, and felt my own face splitting into a wide smile at how cute he was.

Leo darted into the living room, but it was a dead end. I stalked towards him, wondering what he would do when cornered. I’d engaged in a little primal play, but I knew this was more playful. True to his personality, Leo grabbed a couple pillows off the couch and tossed one at me with a giggle.

“Snowball fight,” he laughed, tossing the second pillow that I caught and set back on the couch. His eyes widened when I kicked off my shoes and removed my jacket before starting on my shirt buttons. “I thought you were going to take off my clothes?”

“I was, but you decided to run, baby boy,” I taunted, pulling my shirt from my slacks and tossing it onto the couch with my jacket.

Leo narrowed his eyes then licked his lips, “It’s not fair. Your body is distracting, and your arm tattoos are too sexy.”

“Not fair?” I took a step towards him where he was backed to the floor-to-ceiling window. “My arms give me an unfair advantage in the pillow snowball fight?”

“Yes?” Leo replied like a question, and I took another step. His back hit the window and he yelped in surprise. “I think you caught me, Daddy.”

“Now I get to play with you?” I asked, close enough to touch him. He nodded and I pulled his scarf off. Tossing it over my shoulder, I thought I might use it later. “Lift your arms.”

Leo rushed to obey and I pulled his shirt and sweater up at once, stopping when they were at his wrists. Holding him in place with one hand on the fabric, I took his mouth with mine. Leo melted into me, letting me sip at his lips and lick inside. He was minty and sugary and I couldn’t get enough.

“You taste so good,” I groaned, removing the clothing I’d used to restrain him and kneeling to help him out of his shoes and pants.

Leo looked down at me with eagerness, “I had the candy cane from the parking garage guy. Remember, Daddy?”

“I do. I want to lick your candy cane,” I teased, nosing at his erection as it bobbed free, earning another giggle. “Step out of your pants.”

“Yes, please?” Leo almost fell over in his haste, but he balanced himself on my shoulders. I took advantage of his distraction to lick a stripe along his dick until I sucked the head into my mouth. “Oh! Daddy, that feels good.”

Working him up until he was blubbering and begging to come, I popped off and stood. Stepping back to take off my own pants, Leo whined. “Patience, baby boy.”

While I was desperate to get inside of him, and I’d just given him head against the window, I didn’t want my first time inside of Leo to be so visible. If he was into exhibitionism, we could go to X Club. And I found I really liked the idea of taking my boy there where I could claim him publicly.

“I want you in my bed, baby.”

Leo took my hand and followed me into the bedroom, where he climbed up and got on his knees, his cock jutting straight for the ceiling. “Here, Daddy?”

“Perfect, baby boy,” I complimented before locking my door and laying a towel over the threshold to block sound.

Meeting him on the bed, I kissed him again and laid him out underneath me. Our cocks touched and he jerked at the sensation, “Want you in me, Daddy.”

“I want that too,” I promised, reaching for the lube in my nightstand. Kneeling between his legs, I took in how Leo had shaved and prepped for me. When I rubbed his hole, he moaned and tried bucking against me to get my finger inside. I pressed one in with little resistance and he mewled in pleasure. “This what you needed?”

“Yes, more, Daddy?” He begged, but I gave him a few more pumps before I added another finger.

It was on my third I found his prostate and I got to watch him writhe under me. “Found your happy button.”

“You…not…” Leo panted and gripped onto my forearm beside his head, “More, Daddy!”

Not wanting to make him wait any longer, I slipped free and lined up. Rubbing my cock against his hole, I didn’t know how long I was going to last. “Look at me, baby boy?”

Leo’s eyes snapped open, and I watched his face as I entered his tight hole, and his mouth opened in awe. The heat and pressure of him had me moving slowly. I sank past his inner ring of muscles and we both let out the breath we’d been holding. I wanted to savor him, but I could barely contain my need to thrust.

“Daddy?” Leo pleaded, and I knew he wanted the same thing as me.

“Hold on, baby,” I told him and he wrapped his legs around my hips and arms over my back. I lost sight of his face to grip onto his shoulders, but I finally got to move like I had been dying to.

“Uh, uh, uh,” Leo let out soft little sounds as I picked up speed, muffling my own groans in the crook of his neck.

His cock was rubbing against my stomach with every thrust, and I wanted him to come first. “Come for me, baby boy, and Daddy will fill you up.”

Leo cried out when my next thrust caught on his prostate, and I felt his body go stiff. A hot burst of cum splashed between us as his ass gripped me impossibly tighter. I managed to get two more thrusts into his body before I followed him over the edge.

Latching onto his shoulder, I cried out my orgasm as I pumped my cum deep in his body. I wanted to do what I’d said to him before, plug him to keep a piece of me inside of him. The thought had me spilling into him again as we clung to one another’s sweat-slick bodies.

After I cleaned him up and tucked him into my arms to sleep, I felt like something had shifted between us. I knew sex with Leo would be good—everything we’d done before had blown my mind—but this was even better. I couldn’t shake the feeling that we hadn’t only had sex.

With Leo, it felt like I was making love.