Chapter 21

It's beentwo weeks since Ian and I made things official, and life has been great. We don't see each other every day, which I expected, but we don't go a day without talking, whether it be texting or talking on the phone.

Communication is everything to Ian, and it has been key in making me feel safe. I've also really enjoyed how he's seamlessly started to take more control over my life. It lifted a weight off my shoulders I had no idea I was carrying.

Tonight is the GSU Koalas' first hockey game of the season and the energy humming through my veins as I stand in front of the net is something I've always loved. I understand why people would want to go professional and chase this high all the time. It's like nothing I've ever experienced.

I cast a quick glance at the stands, taking a swig of my water and trying to find Ian. I'm fucking ecstatic that he is here tonight to cheer us on. It only makes things better. I want to play the best game I've ever played because of him. I want to make him proud.

Once the puck is dropped, my head is back in the game, trying my hardest not to let a single puck enter my net. It's not often we get shutouts since we play some extremely talented teams, but it's still my goal for tonight.

The score is currently two-zero for us, and I plan on keeping that zero in place until the buzzer sounds at the end. The game goes by in a blur like they usually do, and when I glance up at the final score, I am smiling. We got the shutout and ended up winning the game with a score of four-zero.

"Way to start off the season, boys," Coach Wynter tells us when we enter the locker room. "We have a long road ahead of us, but I have faith that we'll bring home the championship again this year. Now, hit the showers and make sure you're taking care of your bodies. If you need to see any of the trainers, do it. We don't need any of you trying to be tough guys and getting injured for a reason that could have been avoided."

"Yes, Coach," we all shout, then move to shower and change into clean clothes.

I'm exhausted when I pull up to Ian's house but also excited to find out what he thought about the game. Did I make him proud? Did he enjoy himself?

My hands shake as I lift my fist to knock on his door. Ian will most likely tell me I did good, but it doesn't stop the nervous energy from coursing through my veins.

I'm not entirely sure why I'm anxious right now, probably because it was the first time my man has seen me play. I have people telling me how talented I am all the time, but their words don't mean anything to me. Ian's words do.

When my sexy professor opens the door, he's in a pair of gray sweats that are sitting low on his hips, and he isn't wearing a shirt. His hair is damp, and a few water droplets cling to his chest. He must have just gotten out of the shower.

I lick my lips, and Ian smirks."Enjoying the view?" he asks, and I shift my head to the side.

"What's not to like?" I reply. "Would it be okay if I had a taste?"

He inhales deeply through his nose before lifting his chin, inviting me into his house. "What exactly do you want to taste?" he questions, walking into his living room and sitting on the couch.

My cock is instantly hard from the deep timbre of his voice. His Daddy voice instantly sends shivers of lust down my spine, and I'm eager to obey.

Of course, my bratty side likes to come out occasionally, but what fun would things be if I didn't keep him on his toes?

"Everything," I whisper breathily.

Ian spreads his knees and then crooks his finger.I rush to obey him, and the second I'm in front of him, he commands me to kneel. When I don't instantly drop to my knees, Ian lifts a brow at me, and it's like he's saying, "Do you want to challenge me right now, boy?"

I contemplate pushing my luck for a moment but then think better of it, sinking to my knees between his thighs. I want to suck his cock so bad it hurts, and if I don't listen, it's going to be a long time before I get what I want, possibly even longer until he allows me to come.

"Good boy," he praises, leaning down to kiss my lips. "I loved watching you play tonight. You're so incredibly skilled at what you do… so powerful and in control. It makes having you on your knees even more of a prize for me. I'm such a lucky guy to have you."

My heart beats rapidly at his sweet words, making it hard to breathe. I thought I was lucky to have a man like Ian in my life, and here he is saying it's him. It is almost mind-boggling.

Thankfully, I don't have much time to overthink things because Daddy is kissing me. His tongue dives into my eager mouth, and I moan. This man knows exactly how to take control of a kiss, which is a huge turn-on. He devours my mouth and swallows my needy whimpers.

He'll only release me once he's had his fill.That's how everything with Ian is. He takes the reins, and things move at his pace. I never knew I would be this into someone taking the amount of control he does, but I am. I crave the ability to just let go. The only thing I have to worry about when I'm with Ian is listening to him—he's in charge of the rest. I love it.

"You taste fucking delicious, baby," Ian says.

"Thank you, Daddy," I reply. "Can I taste more of you?"

Ian leans back, spreading his arms open and resting them on the couch. "I mean, you definitely deserve a prize for how amazing you played tonight. Where did you want to taste?" he inquires.

I lick my lips. "Everywhere."

"Okay," he responds with a devilish grin. "Any exposed skin is fair game. Show me how talented your mouth is."

"May I sit in your lap to start?" I request.

Ian nods, and I scramble into position, straddling him quickly. A deep chuckle reverberates through his chest, making tingles erupt just under my skin.

There's a smile on my lips as I stick my tongue out and lap at Ian's neck. I begin at the base and work my way toward his ear, pulling his lobe into my mouth. My lips curve up even more when Ian lets out a low groan.

Letting go, I work my way down his neck, leaving a trail of licks and kisses as I make my way to his pecs. When I stare at him, I almost get a little lightheaded from how intensely he's watching me. He's looking at me like I'm a prized treasure, filling me with warmth and fuzziness.

"Your body is exquisite," I tell him, pulling his nipple into my mouth and giving it a good suck, then biting it.

Ian hisses, but when I cast a glance back at him, his one brow is raised, and the intimate look that was there earlier is replaced with his usual Daddy seriousness.

"Good boys don't bite," he warns, and I shrug, letting go.

"Being good all the time is boring," I reply, then give his other one a quick nibble.

"If you want my cock in your ass tonight, you better start listening," he warns.

I give a long, slow lick of his chest before climbing off his lap and kneeling between his legs again. "Maybe I don't want that," I counter. "Maybe I just want you to fill my mouth with your load."

My fingers dance along the waistband of his sweats, and a deep growl bubbles up his chest, which has my cock throbbing in my pants.

"Can I please have your cock, Daddy?" I plead and am pleasantly surprised when he lifts his hips to shove his sweats down.

Instead of letting me take him into my mouth, the moment his pants are off, he hooks his hands under my armpits and pulls me up. Then he places me on the couch beside him, standing as soon as I'm situated. His thick cock hangs heavy in front of my face, and I'm not too proud to admit I'm drooling a little.

"You can have me, but only what I give you," he instructs. "So, stay still, hands on your thighs, and open that cock-hungry mouth."

A lustful energy dances through my veins, and I obey his command at lightning speed.

"I'm going to fuck your face," he informs me. "If it becomes too much, tap my leg."

"Yes, Daddy," I reply then open my mouth, waiting for my reward.

Ian blows out a breath and then taps his crown against my tongue. Drool dribbles down my chin, but I don't dare close my mouth. I haven't been told to do that yet, and if I want the prize of my man's load, I have to listen.

"Such a good boy," Ian praises, his voice gravelly and deep with desire.

I never knew I had a praise kink until I met Ian, but there's no denying now that I one hundred percent do. His words fill my chest with a warmth I've never experienced. It's something I could easily become addicted to.

He swipes his cock across my tongue a couple of times, his precum coating it, making me desperate to swallow the delicious taste, but I still refrain.

I want to be a good boy.

"Suck my cock, boy," he instructs, and I eagerly do just that.

My eyes almost roll into the back of my head when I swallow his salty sweetness, but it's not enough.

I need more.

I've always been a bit of a cum slut who loves giving head, but with Ian, it's worse. If I could live with his cock in my mouth, I'd be a happy man. I'm desperate for his load, and I'll do anything to receive it.

Ian places his hands on the back of my head, pushing forward until my nose is buried in his pubes. I gag a little around him, but he doesn't let go. Instead, he holds me there, with his cock lodged in my throat, cutting off my ability to breathe. When he finally pulls back, I suck in a deep breath through my nose, cherishing the precious air before he thrusts deep again.

Some people might not like being used like this, but I find it pure bliss. I get to be Daddy's fuck toy, and he only wants me. It's such a rush.

It doesn't take long for Ian to forget the idea of going slow, deciding that hard and fast is how he wants it. He abuses my throat, fucking my face with everything he has like it's his job, and I sit here taking it like the good boy I am. I dig my fingers into my thighs to stop myself from reaching out to touch him, waiting for his command to tell me I can move.

Some people might think how Ian is using me is purely for his pleasure, but it's not. I'm beyond turned-on right now, and my cock is impossibly hard. Could I possibly come without even being touched? A part of me thinks if Ian gave the word, I'd erupt like a geyser.

The sweet and salty flavor of Ian's precum grows stronger, and by the way he's grunting, his brows pulled together in an almost pain-filled way, I'm positive he's going to come at any moment. But when he pulls out and steps away, I'm shocked and left wanting.

Ian doesn't say anything right away. His eyes are shut, and his breathing is labored. If I had to put my money on it, he's trying to calm himself down. Clearly, I haven't earned his load yet.

"You have the most talented mouth ever. I almost wasn't able to stop myself," Ian states after about a minute goes by, finally looking at me again.

"You didn't have to stop," I reply. "I wanted your milk."

Ian smirks, tilting his head to the side. "Is that right?" he asks, and I nod rapidly. "And what gave you the idea that you're the one who decides where I shoot my load?"

I pout, staring at the floor. "I was just hoping," I murmur.

Ian chuckles and reaches for my chin, tipping my head up to look at him. "I'm well aware that you wanted your sweet little mouth filled with my hot cum, and even though I'd love that, I've also been dreaming about being buried in that tight ass of yours. So, strip and ride me," he commands, sitting on the couch beside me.

My cock pushes against my clothes from his dirty words. Fuck, I love it when he talks like that. Wanting to obey him right this very second, I stand quickly, getting a little lightheaded in the process, but I don't let it slow me down. I'm a little clumsy as I strip out of my clothes, desperate to have his cock inside me now. Once I'm naked, I strut over to Ian and wait for further instructions.

"Lay over my lap. I'm going to stretch you," he instructs.

Getting into position, my eyes land on a bottle of lube that is now sitting on the couch with a condom beside it. Ian must have had them stashed in one of the end tables. There's something about a man who is prepared. It's fucking hot.

"Next time you come over, you should wear a butt plug. That way, I don't have to stretch you," he states, and I wiggle a little at the idea.

Fuck, it would be insanely hot to be plugged while Ian fucked my face. Then he could spin me around, pull out the plug, and immediately sink into my already-prepped ass. It would be even hotter if he went without the condom and filled me with his load. Maybe he would even put the plug back in when he was done, forcing his release to stay inside my channel until he said it was time for it to come out.

It ended up taking us a little longer to get tested than he had planned, but we should have our results back next week. I'm praying Ian is ready to go bare by then because it's literally all I can think about.

I wiggle again, my throbbing cock rubbing against Ian's thigh. Shit, that feels good. Even though I shouldn't, I move again, practically grinding against his thigh.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" Ian asks, rubbing my ass with his large hand.

"Please, Daddy. I need you," I beg, and there isn't a single ounce of shame at how desperate my voice is.

"Then stay still," he commands in his Daddy voice, and I immediately stop. "There's my good boy," he praises, rubbing an already slicked finger around my pucker.

When the hell did he lube it up?Clearly, I was too far in my head, lost in the fantasy of Ian breeding me to notice.

I moan when he slips his first digit inside, wiggling it around and getting me ready to take his fat dick.

"You're so responsive and loud," Ian notes. "Don't ever fucking stop."

My cheeks heat, and the corners of my lips turn up. I'm glad he enjoys how vocal I am because it's not something I can change. I've had guys in the past who hated it, but I told them to either deal with it or fuck off. Obviously, they never fucked off. My ass is just too good to pass up.

"Yesss," I hiss out when a second finger joins the first.

It's taking all my strength not to grind against Ian's lap, but I want his cock inside me, and it won't happen if I'm naughty. I pray he isn't planning on being slow with his stretching because I'm not sure how long I can resist.

"Jesus," I cry out when Ian presses against my prostate.

"You like that?" he questions with a smile in his voice.

I huff out an annoyed breath. "You know I do. But you also know that I like your cock even better, so please hurry up and fuck me already," I beg, which of course, only makes Ian laugh.

"Such a naughty boy, forgetting his rules and thinking he's in charge. You'll receive my cock when I'm good and ready, not a moment sooner. And if you don't watch that mouth of yours, you'll be waiting a lot longer."

I pout, even though my face isn't visible to him. Waiting is the part I hate the most, even though the orgasms that result from it are mind-blowing. It will be worth it in the end, but during is fucking torture.

To my delight, Ian doesn't make me wait too much longer, tapping my thigh and telling me to straddle him.

"Face away from me," Ian instructs as I sit up.

I listen eagerly, straddling his lap, then slowly lowering myself onto his perfect cock. The loudest moan slips past my lips when he breaches my hole and slowly slides in. It's about fucking time. Yes, I wanted to suck him dry earlier, but like always, Ian was right—this is what I actually needed.

"That's it," Ian encourages. One of his hands is on my hip and the other pushes gently on my spine, forcing me to lean forward. "Look at that greedy little hole swallowing my cock. Bet you feel so fucking full right now, don't you?"

My head bobbles up and down. "Yes, Daddy," I whine. "So full but sooo good."

Ian snickers, then thrusts his hips upward while shoving me down at the same time, completely impaling my body on his dick.

"Fuck," I cry out, gasping for air. Thankfully, Ian doesn't scold my potty mouth this time.

"Time to ride my cock, sweet boy," he whispers. "Milk me dry."

"Yes, Daddy," I whisper, moving up and down with ease thanks to my well-trained thighs. I could squat and bounce for hours if I wanted to, and I'm beyond excited to put my goalie skills to use and show my man just how talented I am at riding his cock. Ian lets me take the lead at first, allowing me to fuck him like my life depends on it. I'm desperate to finally be able to come, and I'll do anything to earn that reward.

"You're exceptionally hot when you're riding me," Ian states, running his hand up and down my spine. "You're my perfect boy, aren't you?"

"Yes, Daddy," I respond, my voice shaky. I'm extremely close to coming, I can almost taste it.

Ian must notice because he takes charge, commanding me to hover my ass high enough so he can fuck into me before pulling me so my back rests against his chest. He wraps one hand around my throat, not choking, just holding me, but it's one of the hottest things I have ever experienced. His other fist grips my cock as he bucks into me with all of his strength.

"Come, sweet boy," he demands, and I instantly blow.

A lewd moan escapes my lips, and my head falls back, resting on his shoulder while he continues to fuck me. My body is vibrating as my orgasm takes over, and I shoot hot ropes of cum over my stomach.

It doesn't take Ian long to reach his climax, letting out a loud shout, stilling, and filling the condom with his release. Again, the idea of him filling me flutters through my head.

Hopefully, that fantasy will soon become a reality.