Chapter 24

Fraser

He was clearly trying to kill me, but I loved him enough that I'd die a happy if sexually frustrated Daddy.

The fact that he was hiding in such a cute headspace wasn't exactly a surprise. The one and only time I'd tried to get him to discuss penetrative sex he'd nearly turned purple. I'd gotten about three words out of him before he'd asked me if he could give me kisses and then have apple juice.

That.

No.

Clean.

Then the adorably delivered offer of a blow job.

Yep, it hadn't taken a rocket scientist to understand that whatever he'd done in the past hadn't turned out like he'd expected. Nothing in his reaction said trauma, but he didn't seem to have any desire to talk about it. The only concession he'd seemed willing to make as far as information went was to forward me a copy of his last negative test results once he'd decided he was safe from evil conversations.

But the big spoon, little spoon analogy worked fairly well.

He'd top but he hadn't done it before.

He also wasn't scared of topping me because he'd been hard as a rock just talking about it.

My best guess was that some moron had told him he was a boring bottom and that he'd done something wrong. Based on his dating history, it seemed to be the most likely reason he'd avoid it since he didn't mind me teasing or penetrating him with my fingers.

Eventually we'd figure it out, but for the time being, his cock was a very good indicator of how he was feeling.

Bottom. No.

Top. Yes.

Well, as long as we didn't have to talk about it beyond spoons and making me happy.

Of course, he kept reaching down to tug on his dick every time he said big spoon, so I was using that as one of my sexual barometers. Another was the number of times he licked his lips and whined…because he didn't seem to realize he was doing that either.

I also thought it was interesting that he didn't question me on if Daddies could be the little spoon. He'd accepted that idea very quickly for someone who didn't want to talk about it. I'd have loved to get a peek into his mind or his search history, but as I started drying him off, that really didn't matter.

His cuddles said a lot too.

Paxton was petting me with the towel, sprinkling kisses over my chest and just doing his best to take good care of me…and keep me hard as a rock. If I managed not to come until he was actually making love to me, it would be a miracle.

Even his kisses were so sweet and tender they were making me ache.

He smiled and nuzzled and let his fingers tease me just enough that he kept me wonderfully distracted. That was definitely his plan so I didn't do something frustrating like ask questions, but I had a feeling he was following some kind of instruction list in his head.

I could almost hear his brain whirling and the faint emotions I was getting through the bond were thoughtful and a very focused kind of happy. It was fascinating and trying to track what he was thinking was probably the only reason I didn't come when he started drying my cock for the third time.

Giving up being subtle, I moaned. "Cutie, that's not fair."

He gave a very pleased with himself snicker, but he seemed to understand he'd pushed Daddy to his limit because the towel immediately went back to the bar. "All set, Daddy."

He was still using being adorable as another form of distraction, but I let him because so far I couldn't see a downside. Paxton was very capable of ignoring anything he didn't want to deal with, so if it was too much, he would've just found something else to do.

"Thank you." My exasperation got another giggle out of the naughty boy, so I stole a quick peck. "You're very thorough when it comes to taking care of me."

He managed not to laugh that time but it was a close call. He had to pinch his lips together for a few seconds and nod until he managed to get the giggles under control. "Thank you, Daddy. That makes me very happy."

I gave him a silly glare. "Little tease."

And I got another giggle.

He caught it very quickly, though. "No, I'm your good big spoon, Daddy."

He was adorable.

"You're going to be a very good big spoon. I have no doubt about your ability to take care of me." Honestly, I was slightly hardier than a regular human and he was long and slender, so there were only so many ways the situation could go wrong.

But that conversation would have to wait until he'd seen that he was a great big spoon and he could talk about it more logically.

Hopefully, we'd get to that point by the time he was eighty.

For the time being, he wasn't anywhere near ready for that conversation, so we were going to stick with cuddles and spoons analogies, and I was just going to love that my mate wanted to take care of me.

And hopefully he enjoyed himself too…because if not, our conversation timeline would have to be seriously adjusted.

Paxton was still beaming as he took my hands, so I pulsed love and desire through the bond, making his cock jump and his eyes widen. "That's cheating."

Laughing as he tugged me into the bedroom, I shrugged. "I don't know what you're talking about."

He was trying to glare at me, but his giggles kept getting in the way. "I have to focus, Daddy."

He made it sound like I was some kind of expedition he was planning, so I teased him with the bond again. "You're always very focused. But I don't know what you mean."

The way he rolled his eyes said he didn't believe me at all, but he was still grinning as he pushed me back onto the bed. "Naughty Daddy."

Maybe.

But he was appropriately distracted and still aroused.

So I was a smart Daddy.

Focusing on how hard I was and how turned on I was got another wonderful reaction, and that time his eyes rolling was for another reason altogether. My adorable big spoon grabbed his cock and couldn't seem to decide if he was trying to hold back an orgasm or jerk off.

He finally settled on groaning and glaring at me as he released his dick. "Naughty Daddy. How did you do that?"

Hmm.

It seemed like that'd come through stronger than I'd expected.

"The bond just keeps growing, and eventually I'll be able to have even more fun with my naughty boy." Keeping the description focused on sex made it impossible for him to ask about the more practical side of it. "I bet you're going to love it."

And I was going to love finding a thousand different ways to fuck with him.

My adorable drama queen knew it too because he crossed his arms over his chest and gave me a frown that looked more like a pout. "That will be distracting."

And?

I couldn't resist fucking with him and imagined how good it was going to feel when he was deep inside me. His eyes went so wide I was worried about his sanity or his blood pressure…and the way his mouth fell open several seconds later didn't help my anxiety.

Had I broken him?

" Daddy ." His shocked tone gave me some hope and I sent love through the bond. "That's…that's what you think it will be like?"

Oh, how badly had his first time bottoming gone?

"Yes." Taking his hands, I gave him a tug and encouraged him to climb up on the bed. It didn't take much before he was draped across me, ignoring how our hard cocks were saying hello. "I have a very good imagination when it comes to my mate and I know that's how it's going to feel."

He blinked a few times but didn't tell me I was wrong, so I continued, deciding that I would still use euphemisms so I didn't push the boundaries of his mental health. "I can't wait for you to snuggle up to me and be my big spoon. You're going to make me feel so good."

Paxton's thoughts or maybe emotions were going by too quickly for me to be able to read them accurately through the bond, but he didn't move away from me. In fact, he wiggled higher up my body and gave me a kiss. "Show me again."

Interesting.

He was a fascinating cutie.

But as his Daddy, it was my job to give him what he wanted when he asked so sweetly…and when it was about sex, not cookies.

"I would love to." Relaxing back on the bed, I ran my hand over his head and gently encouraged him to curl into me.

When he was relaxed too, I kissed his forehead and closed my eyes. I did my best to make the image as clear as I could, picturing the weight of his body on mine as his cock slowly filled me. I couldn't be sure how much he could feel through the bond, but his breath hitched and he went very still.

That wasn't a no or even a stop…much less his safewords, so I continued building the fantasy in my head like he'd asked.

Gentle thrusts.

That full, perfect stretch.

His arms wrapped around me.

Kisses on my neck.

Nailing my prostate when he finally started moving faster.

The pleasure as he started rabbiting into me and sending me tumbling over the edge.

I wasn't sure how much of the specifics he was getting, but as I imagined him coming inside me, his entire body jerked. For a moment, I thought he'd orgasmed, but he somehow managed to hold back and just moaned like he couldn't decide if he was drowning in pleasure or pain.

"Daddy…" There was less little in his voice but he wasn't fully grown-up as he kissed my neck. "I'm such a good big spoon."

Not big but still adorable.

"You are." Since we seemed to be living in a universe where my fantasy was reality, I didn't bother with actual reality. "You feel so good inside me and I love your snuggles."

He was still on cloud nine with how well he'd performed in my imagination and with that came a confidence boost. Paxton sprinkled kisses over me and shifted his legs so he was straddling me and could rock his hips to grind his cock against mine.

There were still giggles and the playfulness that I'd come to associate with him letting his guard down, but it seemed he had a purpose and was no longer dragging his feet when it came to making me feel good.

I couldn't decide if I was excited to come or wanted to pout because of all his sweet torture.

Just him smiling at me could make me hard, so I'd been aching for most of the day.

As he rubbed against me just right and I moaned, fighting the urge to thrust up against him, he giggled. "Daddy, the big spoon needs special lotion."

My groan was slightly dramatic but made him snicker. "Daddy won't make it until the big spoon finds the lotion . You're kill me."

He thoroughly enjoyed hearing that but wiggled himself into a sitting position. "I'm a good finder."

Thankfully, it was in a logical place and the first one he looked—the nightstand drawer on my side of the bed. Having the lube in his hot little hands just made him giggle even more but I loved his happy sounds. They radiated confidence and joy, and they meant he felt secure with me.

I might be the only one who ever got to see this side of him but that just made it all the more special. I was his mate and he was ready to show me how he was going to take care of me. Kissing my cheek, he slid off my lap and onto the bed. "Roll over so we can cuddle, Daddy."

Thank the dragons above.

Some of that must've come through in the bond because as I rolled over and shifted higher on the bed, he let out a naughty giggle. "Daddy's impatient."

I scoffed before pushing my ass up and wiggling it at him. "Yes. You're very good at teasing your Daddy."

The combination of silliness and praise got a naughty snicker and he leaned over to kiss my ass. "Daddy's got a pretty tushy."

Now Daddy was the one laughing but that seemed to be his goal because I could hear him trying to subtly squeeze out some of the lube. So I played along and wiggled my butt again. "I've got a naughty boy who's still teasing his Daddy."

More giggles…but if I'd had to describe them, I'd have said they were slightly thoughtful and less silly.

It probably didn't make any sense but when a flash of happiness and confidence filled the bond, I knew he was ready before he'd even lain down beside me on the bed. Whatever overthinking he'd been doing seemed to be done as he kissed my shoulder and inched closer to me. "Come be my little spoon, Daddy."

One arm came under my head as I rolled over and he pressed a soft kiss to my neck. "I love you so much, Daddy, and I'm going to take good care of you."

There was no doubt in my mind about that, so as he kissed me again and his lubed finger pressed against my ring, I tried to push that confidence through our bond. Paxton sighed and kept kissing me, and I couldn't feel any worry or hesitation as he eased his finger inside me.

He'd already started stretching me in the shower, even if he'd been doing his best to pretend he hadn't been, but there was no ignoring what he was doing as his finger slowly fucked me. My sweet boy kissed my neck and nuzzled against me, making happy noises every time I let out a pleased groan.

There was a small voice in the back of my head that was worried he'd get stuck at this point, but he carefully added a second finger without overthinking it…and I was very grateful. The stretch was perfect and I moaned, clenching around his fingers.

His laughter that time was low and sexy and he gave me another kiss. "You like this part."

It wasn't really a question, but it was a lot from him, so I nodded. "Oh yes. The stretch and the heat from it are perfect and it teases me about how good the rest is going to be."

We'd clearly had different experiences with this particular activity, so I tried to think about how to describe it from my perspective. "I love being close to you and feeling you inside me. I love knowing you're taking care of me and you're going to make us both feel so incredible."

Paxton made a soft, pleased sigh as he nuzzled against me, but I wasn't sure what he was thinking. The bond was just filled with tenderness and happy emotions, but beyond that I was left wondering.

Especially when he kissed me again and his fingers eased out of me.

Had it been too much?

Some of my questioning thoughts must've come through because he made a soft shushing sound and pressed tighter against me. "I'm right here."

Giving me another kiss, he reached between us and I felt the head of his cock press against me. Pushing out against him pulled him into me and he moaned as my body tightened around him for the first time. "Oh…Daddy…that's…"

Better than he'd imagined.

"That's right. Hold me tight." Paxton wrapped his other arm over me, pulling me against his chest and kissing my shoulder that time. His cock sank him deeper into me and the stretch of him filling me was so good my eyes nearly rolled back in my head.

And that was before he started playing with my nipples.

I wanted him to understand just what he was doing to me, so I found our bond and imagined it getting wider and more colorful. His shimmery thread was the iridescent color of some of his beetles, and I felt it almost pulse under my mental caress.

Before I could even wonder if he felt it, Paxton moaned and rocked against me, fucking me in long, firm strokes as his fingers tugged on my nipple. "Oh…God…that's…"

Perfect.

So I let him feel that perfection as much as I could, and I just let the way his body filled mine wind through both of us.

It was the best feedback loop ever and our moans filled the room as he thrust into me harder and faster. Every time I wanted more, he felt it and gave me everything he knew I was craving, and just when I thought it couldn't get any better and we were both hanging right on the edge, he reached down to grab my cock.

That was all it took.

My orgasm dragged him with me and we both went tumbling. My quiet Paxton was gone and in his place was a sexy man who cried out and cursed, biting into my shoulder as he lost complete control.

Sexy. As. Fuck.

When we were both exhausted and could barely move, his soft cock slipped out of me and there was utter silence.