Chapter 7

CHAPTER 7

Griffin Lawson

I t was definitely one of the smallest loft apartments I'd seen outside of New York, but I reckoned that was a good thing for a Little who wanted all the coziness. The living room had enough space for both a small seating area and a dining table for four. And then one tiny bedroom—and a kitchen neither of us could be very happy in.

He held my hand as he showed me around, and he pointed to his favorite features, like his new food processor, the marble pastry board on the counter, and his knives.

He was tidy, and I liked that. Both in and out of the kitchen. He hadn't expected guests tonight, but he may as well have. While he rambled adorably about his next cooking class, I scanned the living room area again. The basket next to his couch held stuffed animals and extra blankets, I saw no signs of him sleeping on the couch, and there wasn't much scattered on the coffee table. A couple of coasters, a stack of magazines, and two remotes.

Some pictures hung on the exposed brick wall above the couch—only from travels. Atlanta, New York, London, possibly Savannah, and a few others.

"Where are all the family pictures, squirt?" I planted my hand at the top of his head, and he grinned goofily.

"In the bedroom," he said. "I bought one of those digital albums I can flip through—or scroll through, if you wanna get technical—and it syncs up with my sister-in-law's and mom's devices. I get new pictures all the time!"

He was too fucking cute. And I liked the idea of a digital album. I might have to look into that.

"I can show you if you want?" he offered.

I smiled and touched his cheek. "I'd like that—maybe tomorrow. Right now, I wouldn't mind a shower with you. It's late, and I want to make sure I didn't hurt you earlier."

Tracy was a tight little thing, and I was gonna have to practice self-control.

Fuck me if he didn't turn shy and plaster himself to me.

"Only the good hurt," he mumbled against my sternum. "Full disclosure? I can't believe you're here."

Christ. I squeezed him to me and pressed my lips to the top of his head. "That makes two of us."

Could he be the one I'd lost hope of finding?

The jaded fucker in me had already decided he was too good to be true, and I was gonna have to be mindful. I couldn't let my past dictate anything I ended up sharing with Tracy, 'cause I'd turn myself into a cautionary tale.

"You look like a giant, Sir," he giggled.

I chuckled and rinsed the suds from my hair. "I was just thinking about what's the tightest fit, you or your shower."

He cracked up—and didn't stop touching me. The boy was all hands, and a guy could get used to that. I was already starved for affection and human touch, and add the most addictive little boy to that mix…?

He'd offered to let me shower first, but I wasn't having that. I wanted him as close as he seemed to want me.

When we were finished, I stepped out of the shower first and dragged a towel over my head and upper body before wrapping it around my hips. Then I grabbed another one that I enveloped him in, and he smiled up at me.

"Adorable." I kissed his nose.

" You're adorable."

Goddamn, he was trouble. He had the cutest fucking grin, and his eyes could disarm an army. And I didn't have to hold back any longer. Seeing him goof off in the kitchen wouldn't be a source of bitterness or anger anymore. Instead, it was going to make my day because I could inhale him whenever the fuck I wanted. I could touch him, kiss him, take him, and make him mine.

I dipped down and kissed him, and he took that as an invitation to climb me like a tree, which I was very fine with. Hell, he felt perfect in my arms. I deepened the kiss and wrapped his legs around my hips, and then I carried him into the bedroom.

"I'm needy-wanty," he whined.

So is Daddy.

I couldn't wait to hear him utter that name for me. When he was ready.

"We'll see what I can do about that, but first, I'm gonna do an inspection." Since I hadn't been able to do it in his tiny shower.

I tossed him onto the bed, and he giggled up a storm and instantly scrambled over to his "favorite stuffie ever," a large pillow-shaped thing with big eyes he'd named Fluffster. Even I could admit it was ridiculously soft, and it was too easy picturing him sleeping with it. But I hoped I could start replacing it soon.

"No hiding under the covers," I said, pulling them down again. I stole his towel, too, and threw it over the chair in the corner. My own towel followed.

"But it's nippy!"

I grinned and joined him in bed. Fuck, a damn good bed. Equal parts firm and soft, with a comfy duvet that had some weight to it. Not one of those weighted blankets my niece raved about, but just…heavy.

I pushed him mostly onto his stomach, and he pulled up a leg, which… This view right here, when he was hugging his stuffie, deliciously naked and exposed…

I released a breath and got comfortable farther down, and I kissed one of his butt cheeks. Perfect little bottom too, made to be marked, grabbed, and bitten.

He squirmed and snickered into his stuffie.

I rubbed his cheeks unhurriedly and parted them, and my mouth watered. It seemed I was going to overuse the word perfect for a long time to come. Fucking hell, how was I gonna be able to resist?

"Sir?"

"Mmhmm." I leaned down and kissed his soft flesh, and I traced a finger over his little opening.

"Ooohh," he exhaled and shivered. "Um…when can I call you Daddy?"

Yesterday.

"Whenever you're ready. I don't know if you wish to establish some boundaries first."

I'd met Littles who'd jumped right in, and I'd met ones who wanted to ease into things. I was good with either; those titles had the meaning we gave them. That said, I already knew they'd carry all the meaning with Tracy. Otherwise, I wouldn't have gone two years messed up over his mere presence. He'd been under my skin for a long time already.

"I wanna be together," he admitted, his voice muffled by the stuffie. "That's what I want."

I swallowed hard and fought against the voices in my head. It's gonna crash and burn. He'll leave within three months. He'll get sick of you just like the others did. But couldn't he be the fucking exception? Tracy, of all people, understood my job. I couldn't imagine him walking out because my work took up most of my time—considering he worked the same hours. And we'd be together there. I'd get to see him at the restaurant, and when I traveled to tend to my own business, what if he joined me? They weren't long journeys by any means, but I did have to go away every other month for a week or so.

"I want that too, little one." I leaned over him again, and I left a trail of kisses between his butt cheeks. "I want what we talked about outside the Realtor's place."

He nodded quickly. "All of that, so much."

A slow shudder rolled through me, and I eased my tongue over his little hole. He wouldn't need too much recovery time. He was red, but I hadn't broken his skin or caused a tear.

He let out a faint whimper and pushed out his cute bottom for me.

"You like this?"

He nodded. "I'm super sensitive."

Even better.

I licked him unhurriedly, predicting I was gonna get utterly fucking hooked on eating him out. He had to, uh…fuck, I don't know, but… Did he get waxed or something? I mean, I got that he wasn't naturally hairy; he had no chest hair and very little under his arms, but there was always something .

"Do you have some sort of hair-removal routine?"

"Yes, Sir. I don't have much, but I use a cream."

"Keep doing that. I'm already addicted."

He moaned as I dipped my tongue inside. "I want you to be addicted to me, Daddy."

There we go.

Goose bumps appeared all over, and I took a deep breath, letting the pleasure and possessiveness settle within me. I hummed and tongue-fucked him deeper, and I reached between his legs to grasp his cock. Rock hard and fitting perfectly in my hand. Motherfucker, I was gonna lose it. I'd obviously been drawn to his size since the time we'd met, but this was different. Without having to deny my reactions, I could go all in and admit I fucking loved how small he was.

"Do you like kissing me down there?"

I hummed again. "Very much. Especially when you still taste a little like Daddy."

He whimpered and bucked into my hand. "I always wanna taste like Daddy."

We'd make that happen.

Needing more, I nudged his leg over my head so he ended up on his back, and I quickly sucked his cock into my mouth. He cried out, all pleading-like, and he parted his legs wide. With plenty of spit, I pushed my thumb into his bottom, and I could tell he wanted more. He'd get it soon enough. Very soon. Because it was clear I couldn't slow my fucking roll.

"I want your big thing, Daddy," he begged. " Please ?"

Mother of fuck.

I kept sucking him, snaking my tongue around him, and cupping his balls in my hand. Before I buried myself in him again, he was gonna get off.

"Please, please, please," he chanted breathlessly. His abs contracted, and he couldn't lie still to save his life. "I have oil in my nightstand—oh my God."

Good to know.

He was close. He was right there, and he was goddamn sexy. He moaned and cried out, white-knuckled the sheets and met my every move—until he lost his fight and started coming. He trembled and groaned for Daddy, and I swallowed every burst of come.

By the time he collapsed and melted into the mattress, I was high-strung and itching to fuck him six ways to Sunday. I crawled up his body and kissed him as I blindly reached for the nightstand drawer.

Well, that was a dildo.

I found the oil and made quick work of lubing up, and then I rolled him onto his side.

Just the right time for him to come down from his high and yawn.

Fuck me, he even sucked his thumb into his mouth.

"You made me so sleepy," he mumbled around his thumb.

"Mm, some grown-up things do that." I positioned myself behind him and lifted his knee. "Keep your leg there for me."

"M'kay."

I didn't wait. I pressed my cock between his cheeks and entered him in one long thrust.

"Ouch!" he yelped.

"Shh, you go to sleep, little one," I whispered, my voice strained. He felt too damn good. "Daddy just needs to warm his thing."

That earned me a drowsy whine slash whimper, and he acted as if he didn't know whether to escape or shift closer. It was a delicious mindfuck, and I drew all the pleasure I could from watching the conflict in his expression.

I kissed his neck. "You remember our safewords are always active?"

"Yes, Sir," he whined.

I smiled. I loved those unfiltered sounds.

"I'm hurty down there," he mumbled.

"That's okay." I pulled him closer and ground my cock as deep as I could. "If you insist on making Daddy hard like this, you gotta take care of him too."

He glanced back at me, thumb still in his mouth. "Does my bottom make you super hard?"

"All of you." I kissed the corner of his mouth at the same time as I ghosted my fingers along his little cock. "Your adorable face, your sweet giggles, your tight little body, and everything you are."

It made him shiver and hum, and I felt him relax more.

"I think we should have sleepovers all the time also," he said. " All the time. So you can hurt me every night."

Fuck, what he did to me when he said shit like that.

"You like hurting for Daddy?" I murmured.

"Mmhmm…" He nodded and blinked sleepily. "'Cause I want you to need me too much to be careful, if that makes sense. And, like—" A yawn cut him off. "Daddy owns all my holes and stuff, so he can rape and use me whenever he wants."

Jesus fuck.

I nudged away his hand with my nose, then kissed him hard, unable to speak a goddamn word. Then I started fucking him the way I wanted to, all while my mind raced to what else I hoped for.

"I'll wanna spoil my boy too, though."

He lit up, though it was cut short by a thrust that hurt him. "Oww—spoil me how?"

"Depends on what you like," I grunted. I eased back enough so I could watch us, right where my cock disappeared into him. "I think it should be my responsibility to make sure you never run out of cocoa, whipped cream, and chocolate sprinkles."

He gasped and clutched his stuffie again. "I want that, Daddy."

"If you want new PJs, come to me," I went on. "We'll go out together so Daddy can buy you some."

"Oh," he whimpered.

I watched him screw his eyes shut as I went harder, and it still wasn't enough. So I rolled on top of him and began fucking him into the mattress. Fuck, just like that. Over and over, harder and faster.

He sniffled and let out the quietest cry that flooded me with pleasure.

He was so fucking tight around me, and literally the only thing that could stop me now was a safeword. I pounded into him, each thrust pushing him up the mattress, and I could no longer stay quiet. I'd thought I'd reached a peak earlier when I'd taken him out on the street, but this was something else entirely.

"It hurts so m-much, Daddy," he cried.

I groaned and peered down between us. Then I wanted to see…or feel… I slipped a hand underneath him, and I coughed around a chuckle. Look at that, my little sweetheart was getting hard again.

"You can take it." I gnashed my teeth, my breathing getting out of control, and hauled him back on all fours. "My little baby whore. You're hard. You think you can fool Daddy?"

"Owww! Stop it, Daddy, stop!"

Never.

With a tight grip on his hips, I slammed my cock inside him, and I finally got him where I wanted him. One sob broke free, followed by another and another.

I breathed in deeply through my nose and felt the pleasure build up too fast for my liking.

"You caused this, little boy," I grunted. "You made me lose it."

It was the headiest fucking experience. Tracy sobbed into his stuffie while I fucked him to pieces, and his little ass cheeks shook and jiggled when I slammed in. All while he couldn't help but crave it. Whenever I touched his cock, he moaned through his cries—and he'd get a new reason to cry soon. I wasn't letting him come a third time. I wanted him clingy and needy all night.

You're so fucking mine, baby. I'm not letting you go.

My orgasm crashed down on me without warning, and I jackhammered into him as I started coming. I groaned and cursed, all tension leaving me—tension I didn't even know I had left—and I got the feeling we'd sleep damn well tonight.

Holy fuck.

Panting and muscles straining, I slowed down and swallowed dryly.

I blinked and refocused my gaze. Yeah, he was definitely redder now. Stretched to accommodate me, thoroughly used, wet with oil and come.

Deep breaths.

I carefully shifted us around until we were on our sides again, with his back to my chest, and my cock still buried inside him.

I squeezed him to me, and his cries slowed down too. He sniffled and choked, and I kissed his neck and cheek, tasting the tears that'd fallen.

"Such a good little fuck baby for Daddy," I murmured, out of breath. "Are you sure you want me to come into your room all the time?"

"Yeah," he croaked. "We should maybe write it in stone that we'll sleep together every night, okay?"

I exhaled a laugh. Where the fuck had this boy come from? This level of happiness was in-fucking-sane.