Chapter Eight

Gray

Every time we got together was better than the one before. The night after his patient ended up at the hospital had been special to me. It had been a long time since I'd been able to take care of a little in a private setting. Sure, I'd scened some at Chained and the train ride had been a series of helping various littles, but even the taste of the daddy/little dynamic the night I brought dinner was the best ever.

But I didn't want to push for something he had not indicated he was ready for quite yet, despite our talk, so for the moment, dating was the thing. And pretty darn enjoyable, if I did say so myself. Which I did. I drove him home after our latest date and walked him to the door. Looping an arm around his waist, I bent to kiss him good night, but he laid the flat of his hand on my chest. "Would you like to come in?"

"I would." And take things as far as he wanted and not an inch more. Patience. If he did not want to make love, I'd have to find more of it inside me than I ever had before. But as soon as he'd unlocked and opened the door, he dragged me inside and wrapped himself around me like I was a tree he wanted to climb. I kissed him, much more thoroughly than the good night I'd planned, and when we broke for breath, he pointed. "The bedroom is that way."

Unnecessary patience out the window.

I carried him in the direction he indicated, kissing him while trying not to trip over anything on the way. His lips were parted, welcoming my tongue to sweep in and caress his, and when we bumped against the bed, I let him slide to the floor.

We undressed ourselves quickly and efficiently, tossing everything where it landed, something I never did and suspected from the glimpses I'd had of his home was not how he kept house either. But I wanted to be naked with this man more than anyone ever in my life, and his skin was hot and silky with only light hair under my seeking palms. "I can't wait," I gasped. "I want this to be so good for you, but…"

"It's already good for me." He fell back on the bed and waved me toward him. "It can only get better." I landed on top of him, maybe a little heavier than I intended, but he only laughed and pulled his knees up to his chest. "Condoms in the nightstand drawer here. I can…reach…yes." He tossed one to me, along with a container of lube. "Hurry."

I slicked up my hand and closed it around his cock. He was more about girth than length, making it easier to capture and stroke him. I stopped just long enough to rip open the condom and roll it over my dick then lubed it up and used my fingers to prepare him. I was both long and wide, and hurting London was the last thing I wanted to do, so even though he was urging me on, I took the time to insert one then two then three fingers and spread them apart.

Fitting the head of my cock into the ring of muscles, I drove in deep. He shouted, but when I slowed, he snarled at me. Snarled. "All right, London." I moved again, faster and deeper, stroking him with one well-lubed hand, trying to bring him at the same time as me.

He beat me, spurting jets of white cum over my fist and onto his belly. But the sight and scent had me right behind him, every muscle tensed and my balls tight to my body, driving cum into the tip of the condom. I fell, braced on my arms, panting.

"Sorry it was so fast," I gasped. "But you're just too hot to hold out on." And I'd been waiting and fantasizing way too much.

"I thought it was great." He reached up and stroked my cheek. "But if you want, we can try again a little later and see if we improve."

"Practice makes perfect." I rolled to the side, taking him with me and cuddling him against me. "But I definitely need a few minutes first. I'm only human."

"Nah, I thought all daddies were superhuman."

"That's a rumor we put out there." I kissed his forehead. "Do you want water or anything?"

"Not if it means you have to let go of me." He kissed my chest. "Next time we'll get the water first."

"Good plan." I yawned. "You're one smart guy. Probably why you like me."

He burst into laughter. "Yeah, no doubt.