Chapter 17

When I first saw themeal Ian prepared, it took my breath away and caused my traitorous heart to flutter. For a moment, I wondered if Ian maybe did have feelings for me, which would still be terrifying, but at least we'd both be on the same page.

My brain and heart are definitely not when it comes to Ian. My heart melts whenever he does something sweet or stares at me with adoration, but my brain insists it's safer to stay closed up. Even if Ian did like me, that doesn't mean he'll stay around forever. Shit happens, and even those who promise they'll stay might one day up and leave.

Pushing away the conflicting thoughts, I strip out of my clothes and grab the bottle of lube that Ian keeps in his nightstand, obeying his instructions to prep myself.

My cock is already extremely hard as I lay on the bed and pour lube onto my fingers. I tip my hips and reach between my legs to find my needy pucker, whimpering when my finger presses against it. I love it when Ian stretches me, but there's something insanely hot about being told to do it by myself. I could play with my cock if I wanted to, and Daddy would be none the wiser. But I was told not to, and I want to be the good boy he says I am. I want to see the way he lights up when I tell him that I listened. It's a heady feeling, and I can't wait to hear the words of praise he'll offer.

I'm leaking like a sieve after I slide in a second finger and scissor them, ensuring I'm good and stretched. My dick is already desperate for relief, but I keep my free hand away from it.

By the time I insert a third finger, I'm a whimpering mess, my needy mewls getting increasingly louder. I can only hope Ian hears them and will come and fuck me soon.

I continue to stretch myself and try my hardest to stay away from my prostate since I don't have permission to come yet.

"Fuck that's hot," Ian states when he enters the room, and I turn my head toward him.

"I'm ready for you, Daddy," I breathe out and continue fucking myself with four fingers. "I was a really good boy. I didn't touch myself, and I didn't come."

Ian beams at me and nods. "I see that. I'm so proud of you," he says, and I melt. My brain is too filled with lust at the moment to panic. "I bet it wasn't easy to keep your hands off that needy cock, but you did it because you knew it was what I wanted. That it would feel much better to come with Daddy inside you. Stretching you much wider than those fingers can."

I bobble my head and whimper. "Please fuck me, Daddy. I need you."

"Don't worry, baby. I don't plan on making you wait," he assures me, then begins to strip out of his clothes.

My eyes follow him as he undresses. I keep my fingers inside myself but don't move them, only keeping them there so I don't experience that emptiness yet.

Ian is fast to rid himself of his clothes, sheathing himself just as quickly.

"Give me that hand," he instructs, tapping against my wrist. I begrudgingly pull my fingers out, instantly missing the fullness.

Ian picks up on what I'm internally going through and strokes my cheek with his hand. "Don't worry, sexy. I'm going to fill you soon. I just want you to stroke my cock with those slick fingers first."

I grip his sheathed shaft, sliding my hand up and down, paying close attention to the way he moans and thrusts when I apply more pressure or press down on his crown.

I want to find out the best ways to make him come undone.

I want to be his best boy ever.

"Enough," Ian bites out after a few strokes. "Are you ready?" he asks, grabbing my hips and pulling me to the edge of the bed.

"Yes, Daddy," I reply. "Sooo fucking ready."

Ian smiles, aligning himself with my entrance, and without giving me another second to think, he slams forward, filling my channel with one solid thrust. My head falls back, and I cry out in pleasure. "Fuck!" I shout while he fucks me hard and fast.

Ian usually likes to tease, holding off my orgasm until he's good and ready, but it's obvious I wasn't the only one who needed a good fucking after five days of nothing. I didn't even play with myself during our time apart because I was sure Ian wouldn't have liked that. Even though he's never specifically stated that I can't, it just felt wrong. Besides, orgasms are better with a partner who knows what he's doing than by yourself. My hand and even a dildo never made me come the way Ian does.

Ian is growling, and sweat drips from his brow in no time. There's a strong possibility he's right on the brink like I am. It doesn't take long before a tingle shoots up my spine, telling me I'm moments away from coming. But Daddy hasn't given me the command to come yet. If my punishment for blowing too soon would be a spanking, I wouldn't even hold back, but I highly doubt it will be something I enjoy.

"I need to come, Daddy," I plead. "I'm so close I can't hold it back much longer."

"Then don't," Ian tells me. "Come for me, sweet boy. Show me how good Daddy's cock is. Let me see how you come from my dick alone."

Ian puts his foot on the bed beside my hip to change up the angle and nail my prostate, which is all it takes to set me off. I come with a roar, coating my stomach and chest with my sticky load.

Ian thrusts, jolting my body from the force, his movements jerky as he chases his climax. When he finally comes, his shout is loud, and he slams into me one more time and then freezes, filling the condom. Randomly, I wish there wasn't a barrier between us, that his load was shooting deep inside my channel.

I've never gone without a condom, even when guys have begged. I refused to take the risk even though I'm on PrEP. Who knows where all the college guys I've fucked have put their dicks? Who's to say they're careful like I am? It wasn't worth getting an STI, so I always had a no-glove-no-love policy. But the mental image of Ian's cum trailing down my leg sends a shiver up my spine. You have to trust someone a hell of a lot to make that kind of decision, but I might be starting to get there with Ian.

"You're such a good boy," Ian whispers, slipping out of my used hole. "Can I clean you up in the shower before you leave? I wouldn't be a very good Daddy if I didn't ensure my boy was properly cared for."

I should say no and just grab a cloth to give myself a quick wipe down then run. But instead, I find myself nodding and whispering words I shouldn't say, "I'd really like that."