Chapter 8

CHAPTER 8

BARON

It's a long, agonizing few seconds which feel like they're stretching into eternity before Vince smiles back at me and squeezes my hand. "I'd like to explore this together," he says.

My heart feels fit to burst.

I squeal and toss Sir Roars-A-Lot aside, straddling Vince's lap so I can wrap my arms around his neck and press my lips to his in impulsive celebration.

His big hands land on my hips, holding me in place while I savor the feel of our mouths connecting. It's sweet at first. Just closed-mouth kisses. Little happy pecks of our lips together. His beard tickles my bare skin, but his lips are a lot softer than I expected. I figured a big Daddy Bear like him would have chapped lips to match his rugged exterior, but no. They're warm and smooth and yielding.

Before I can overthink it, I tease the seam of his lips with my tongue, begging entrance into his mouth. He lets me in…then my brain just stops working altogether.

I've kissed men before, but this feels so much better than any of my previous experiences. Maybe it's because I'm not pretending to be Big. Maybe it's because I've had such an emotional roller coaster of a day. Maybe it's because Vince just admitted that this dynamic is new to him, too, so it feels more equal to me. Maybe it's also our natural chemistry at work.

No matter what it is, excitement and arousal thrum through my veins. My head feels super light and floaty with happiness, and I just want to drown in this man. In this Daddy.

My Daddy. Nobody else's.

I pull back to breathe, my chest heaving rapidly as I ask, "We're not going to play with anyone else, right? You're going to be all mine, and I'll be all yours?"

His eyes seem even darker after our make-out session. "You want to be exclusive, Baby Bear?"

I wonder if it's too much too fast, but I know enough about this lifestyle to understand that honesty and open communication are the most important parts of it. So, straightening my shoulders, I nod. "Yes, Daddy. I don't want you to be with anyone else, and I don't want to be with anyone else, either."

Yeah, I might be rushing us, but things tend to move fast in kinky relationships. Just because I've never had one doesn't mean I haven't done my research. And I really don't want to share my Daddy. If he doesn't like it, then maybe he's not the right man for me after all.

Thankfully, that fear is unfounded. Daddy's answering grin lights up his whole face, and he reaches up a hand to cup my jaw as he replies, "That's what I want, too, sweetheart."

No more needs to be said. We're kissing again within seconds, with our tongues tangling and his fingers buried in the hair at the back of my head. Without even realizing it, I'm rubbing my erection against his, grinding down, whimpering at the brand-new sensation of feeling another hard penis touching mine, even through layers of fabric.

It feels so much better than rubbing off on a stuffie!

"D-daddy," I whine into his mouth, and he groans back.

"I love it when you call me that."

He's said it before, but hearing the reassurance while we're so intimately connected makes my heart stutter. Pleasure overwhelms my senses. This is all so new and so good and… oh!

Ohhhhh!

Before I can process what's happening, my balls draw up tight and my orgasm explodes out of me without warning. I come, and I come, and I come , writhing and whining as I make a mess inside my underwear.

Daddy holds me through it, slowing our kisses as my soul returns to my body and the fog of the best, most intense orgasm I've ever had begins to clear from my brain. Then I finally pull back and look down at the obvious wet patch on the front of my pants, now transferring to his.

Embarrassment kicks in. "Uh-oh."

"Fuck, that's hot." Daddy's voice is tight and gruff. "Such a good boy, coming for Daddy like that."

"But I made a mess. And you didn't come."

He shakes his head, holding my face in his big, warm palms, bending forward to kiss the tip of my nose. "I don't have to come," he says. "And don't worry about making a mess, baby. Daddy's here to clean you up."

My penis twitches, excited by the possibilities those words inspire. "Can I make you come, Daddy? I've never done that for anyone before." I bat my lashes. "Please?"

Tilting his head back, he makes another one of those sexy, strangled sounds. "You're going to be the death of me. How could I say no when you ask so sweetly?"

A devious smirk tugs at my lips, and I wonder if this is what it's like to feel naughty. "You don't say no to me, Daddy," I answer playfully, already scooting off his lap to kneel on the mattress beside him, wiggling from side to side excitedly. "Pants off, please."

He laughs a deep, throaty laugh, and stands up to do as I've asked, then he gets back onto the bed. He lays down with his head on my pillow, spreading his legs invitingly, placing one on either side of my body.

My mouth waters and my heart skitters wildly as I look at him. It's the first penis I've seen in real life that isn't my own. I'm surprised to realize that it's shorter than mine by a couple of inches, but thicker. Much thicker. And he's a lot hairier than I am, too. His legs are covered in a layer of thick, dark hairs, and the bush around his penis is much more generous than mine. He's wearing his shirt, so I can't see his belly, but it looks like there's a trail of dark hair leading up over the exposed curve of flesh above his bobbing erection, too.

"Can I touch it, Daddy?" I ask quietly, suddenly nervous. I don't want to be so bad at sex that he changes his mind about being with me.

Daddy's Adam's apple bobs before he nods. "Whatever you want to do, Bear. Don't do anything you're not comfortable wi— fuck! "

I want to giggle, but my mouth is full of him, my lips stretched over the round, purpled head as I taste precum for the first time. It's a little salty and slightly bitter, but not gross. In fact, I think I like it. A lot. Wrapping my hand around the base of his shaft, I slowly lick around the parts of him I can reach with my mouth right now. I've read advice on how to do this, so I'm careful not to try and take the whole length at once.

His fingers card through my hair while I clumsily experiment with licking and sucking and moving my hand, listening to his sighs and moans, getting excited when he starts to move his hips.

"Baby, you feel amazing," he says, and I hum in pleasure. " Fuck , keep that up and I'm gonna come."

I want that. I want that so bad.

But my own penis has gotten hard again, and I suddenly want something else from Daddy instead.

I pull off him with an audible, wet pop , beaming when he drags me up for a deep, intense kiss. His beard is scratchy, but even that feels good, and I turn to putty in his hands.

"Daddy?" I ask when we surface for air.

"Hmm?" he reaches down between us, stroking himself, and I watch with rapt attention before I remember my objective.

"Daddy, can you…will you take my v-card?"

His hand stops moving abruptly, and my eyes are caught on the pearly bead of liquid shining on the tip of his penis. I want to lick it off.

"Baron." His voice is gravelly. It's serious enough to distract me from the tasty-looking prize between us. I meet his gaze. He's frowning. I don't like that.

"What's wrong? Did I say something wrong? Did I…was it a dumb question? Do you not want to?—?"

"Shh, sweetheart, no. Nothing's wrong. I want that so much, I can't even express it properly. It's just…it's a big step and this" —he lets go of his shaft to point between our chests— "is so new. We only just met yesterday. I don't want you to feel rushed or pressured or?—"

"Vince," I say with a shake of my head, "I'm a Little, but I'm also a twenty-one-year-old guy. I've been thinking about sex for years . I've just never felt the right spark with anyone. Until you. So, yeah, I might be childish sometimes, and I might seem all innocent, but I know what I want. And right now?" I reach for his erection and stroke it. "I want this inside me." I swallow as his eyes drift closed and he rocks into my fist. "I know this is fast. But I'm not, like, declaring my undying love for you or anything. I just really want my Daddy to make me feel good the way I've been dreaming about since the first time I ever jerked off. And if you're worried about it hurting, don't be." My cheeks heat. "I've been playing with toys for a few years, too."

"I saw you playing with Sir Roars-A-Lot," he says. I laugh.

"No, I mean grown-up toys, Daddy. Like Bob."

"Bob?"

"Battery Operated Boyfriend." I use my chin to point toward my bedside table, and Daddy follows my gaze. "Bob."

He clears his throat. "You've got lube and condoms?"

"Uh-huh." Russ bought the condoms for my birthday, so they should be in date.

"If you say red light—or red—at any time, I'll stop."

Excitement makes me giddy. I let go of him to lunge toward the drawer containing my grown-up supplies. I pass him the half-empty bottle of lube and the new box of condoms, grinning at the way he peers curiously toward the drawer, seemingly curious about my other toy collection.

"I'll introduce you to Bob and the guys another time," I promise. "I want tonight to be just for us."

Daddy nods, arching up from the bed, holding the back of my head as he kisses me tenderly. "I'm still going to take this slow, Bear. Whatever you've watched in porn, real life is different, okay?"

"I know. I've read things."

He chuckles. "Hands and knees will be better for your first time."

"But I wanna kiss you and see your face." I pout. "Please, Daddy? I've been stretched by the toys before. I can handle it."

"Jesus, those eyes of yours," he huffs. "Fine. But if it hurts too much?—"

I love his concern. Whether he's been a Daddy before or not, he's a natural already.

"I know." I flop onto my back, spreading my legs like he did earlier. "Please f-fuck me now, Daddy."

He arches an eyebrow as he loops his fingers into the waistbands of my pajama pants and underwear, tugging them down to reveal my penis: hard and covered with the drying remnants of my cum. But he doesn't comment on my swearing like I expected him to.

"Shirt off, too, sweetheart," he directs, whipping his own over his head and throwing it aside before he swoops down and takes my penis in his mouth, cleaning it off with his tongue.

I scramble to comply, then fall back in ecstasy, marveling at the hot, wet suction enveloping my shaft.

"Daddy," I warn him with a breathless mewl, only seconds after he started. "Daddy, that's too good. I'm gonna come." It should be embarrassing, but it's not. Daddy knows this is my first time. And he's a doctor. He understands, I know he does.

Sure enough, he pulls away, looking quite smug. "Mmm, one day I want to taste you like that."

I nod enthusiastically. "We've got forever, Daddy. Just…please…I need— oh my God ."

His lubed finger circles my rim and I shut my eyes. He slips it in without too much resistance, and crooks it as he moves it in and out, searching for my special spot. When he finds it, I almost levitate.

" More ," I beg.

He indulges me with a second finger.

I rock my hips, pleading for more. He gives me a third finger, making me gasp at the stretch and the burn. But it's good. So good .

My penis leaks precum all over my stomach, but I don't care. It's okay getting messy like this. It's better than okay because I'm with Daddy. It's every single sexy fantasy I've ever had coming true.

By the time Daddy decides I'm ready for more, I'm almost crying. I'm so happy, the feelings make my chest tight. I can't form words because my brain is full of excited buzzing. I'm also trying to concentrate on not coming until after Daddy's started moving inside me. I want this to be good for him, too, because it's blowing my mind.

I want him to want to do it again.

He groans as he nudges the head of his suited-up penis through my tight rim, and I'm already seeing stars.

"You feel so good, Bear. So tight. Gripping my cock like you were made for me."

"I w-was made for you, Daddy," I pant, relaxing as much as I can because he's a lot thicker than any of my toys and this part does actually hurt. "M-more, please. I can take more."

"Fuck, just look at you." He rolls his hips slowly, moving his thick length in tiny increments. "You're taking it beautifully, baby."

His praise makes me feel all warm and gooey inside, and it makes me want to take him faster. But before I can demand that, he leans over me, his bare, furry belly grazing my smooth, pale one. Then he brings our lips together in the slowest, sexiest, most sensual kiss I've ever experienced.

Jolts of bliss rocket through me at the combined feelings. Our bodies touching, his penis moving in and out of me, and his tongue teasing mine. Plus, when I breathe in deeply, I'm surrounded by his uniquely Daddy scent: warm, spicy, and masculine, with a hint of clean sweat. It's all so much better than anything I've daydreamed about.

I'm so caught up in the sensations that I don't notice when his movement becomes more fluid and faster. Then he bottoms out, leaving me in awe of the fact that I've taken him all in.

"You good?" He nuzzles my neck and kisses the skin within his reach.

A lump of joy lodges in my throat. He's so sweet, and so gentle and attentive. It feels like I've known him for longer than twenty-four hours. Unable to speak, I blink away happy tears and nod. "Mmhmm." I clear my throat. "You can move faster. Harder, too."

He chuckles into my sweat-dampened shoulder. "You're so tight, sweetheart. If I speed up, I'm going to come before you do."

The thought makes me clench and he groans.

"Baby, come on, give me a chance here."

Giggling, I deliberately repeat the clenching thing, earning me a playful growl and a forceful roll of his hips. That forces a gasp of air from my lungs. "There! More!"

Despite his warning, Daddy does just that, stimulating my special spot again. I writhe, seeking more of that magical feeling, and we fall into rhythm until Daddy's hitting that spot on repeat. I babble nonsense and a series of oh-oh-ohs in time with every burst of the amazing feeling.

Then Daddy shifts his weight onto his right arm, taking my leaking, sticky penis in his left hand, and he only strokes it twice before I'm shouting and spurting between us.

Daddy curses and his hips go wild before he stills. I swear I feel the warmth of him coming into the condom. After catching his breath, he withdraws carefully and ties the condom off, tossing it toward the bathroom before collapsing in a sweaty heap at my side.

I snuggle up against him, not caring that I'm spreading my cum further over our tummies and chests.

"That was amazing, Daddy," I announce, then yawn.

He kisses my temple softly. "I think so, too."

I yawn again, but still ask, "When can we do it again?"

Daddy's answering laughter makes me smile. "Soon, Baby Bear," he answers with affection. "I promise."

I start to drift off to sleep, but not before reconsidering my day. It started off as a disaster, but I can't call it that anymore, either.

In fact, I'd go as far as to say it ended up being the best day ever.