The honorific is so strange to hear coming out of his mouth that it makes me dizzy. “Come here, Firecracker.” I pull him into the bathroom and lock the door. “You know I said you don’t have to call me that if it doesn’t feel right to you.”
“I know, but recently, it started to feel like the right thing tosay.”
“Well, I love you saying it, so you’re more than welcome to continue.”
“Thanks… Daddy.”
I can’t help the groan that escapes from my lips. I meant it when I said he never had to say those words. The feelings that come with that kind of relationship are far more important to me than any honorific. I can feel the way he relies on me, the way he gives himself over to me, let’s me make rules that help him become a better version of himself. But I won’t lie and say that hearing the word Daddy come off his lips doesn’t do something to me.
“Firecracker…” I push myself up against him, backing him into the wall. “Hearing you say that makes me so happy.” I meant it when I said he never had to use it. I can hear it in the silences between sentences, in the way he kisses me, in the blush that spreads across his face when I tell him how good he is for me. But hearing the word Daddy fall out of his mouth, especially on it’s own, is intoxicating. “Makes me feel so good.”
“Ngh…”
“Why don’t you let me show you how good?” I reach for his belt, not wanting to wait to get my hands on him.
“Here?” He squeaks. Looking around as though an audience might suddenly appear in the bathroom.
“You’ll have to be good and be very quiet. Do you think you can do that for Daddy?”
“Oh, fuck,” he says, letting his head drop back against the wall. That’s all the permission I need. I drop to my knees in front of him and make quick work of his fly. In a perfect world, I’d be able to take my time and edge him until he begs me to let him come. Really show him how much he means to me, how proud I am of his accomplishments this semester. As it is, people will be looking for usshortly, so I only have a few minutes. That’s all I need, though.
His hard cock slaps against his stomach as I pull down his briefs, giving myself enough room to work. I lean in, licking a bead of precum from his slit.
“Oh fuck, please.”
“Shhh, you have to be quiet and let me take care of you.”
Frank whimpers but nods at me. I hope he can keep quiet enough not to draw attention from anyone in the living room. While my parents would politely ignore anything they hear, our next-door neighbor would not be so kind. Doris is blunt to an extreme.
Given my limited time, I get to work. I swirl my tongue over his head a few times, making sure to spend a few extra seconds in places where I know he’s extra sensitive. There’s a few strangled noises, but Frank keeps from making any loud noises. Luckily, he’s able to keep up that streak when I swallow him down. I love the weight of him against my tongue, the tangy taste as he leaks precum.
One good thing about the time we’ve spent in bed together is that I know exactly how to press his buttons. I use every trick I know, everything I’ve learned about him, to rush toward his orgasm. When his breathing grows ragged and muscles tense, I know Frank’s getting close. It’s my cue to double my efforts, hollowing my cheeks and bobbing over him quickly.
A quick gasp is all the warning I get before he shoots down my throat. I back off slightly so I can capture every drop.
When he’s spent, I lick him clean before tucking his dick back in his pants. My Firecracker looks absolutely wrecked. His fist is in his mouth to muffle his cries,face bright red. “You okay?” I brace myself against the wall to get back to my feet. I’m not young enough to kneel on hard tile floors anymore. We need to get home where I have a very comfortable bed to use for stuff like this.
“Shit,” he says, sinking back against the wall. I put a hand on his waist to help steady him. “I mean, yes.” I can’t help it. I lean in and kiss him, perhaps with a little more heat than I originally intended. It’s easy to lose track of time when we’re this close, when our tongues are tangling, the taste of his cum still on my lips.
“We gotta get back,” I mumble, pulling away. I’d give almost anything to be in the privacy of my home right now. Sadly, we still have several hours of holiday festivities with my family.
“What about you?” He places his palm against my erection.
“Later,” I say, despite my throbbing cock. This moment was about Frank and his accomplishments—both scholarly and otherwise. Frank pouts a bit at my statement, his lips swollen and inviting. “Now, why don’t you head back?” I need a moment to get myself under control before I face my family and colleagues.
As he leaves, I give his ass a bit of a smack. He squeaks and jumps a little, but then his face turns a pretty pale pink color before he scurries away.
It takes way too many thoughts of baseball and math equations before I’m ready to step foot out of the bathroom. From down the hall, I hear muffled chatter and laughter. When I reach the edge of the room, I can see Frank, sitting by my mom again, sipping his mimosa and listening intently. When he spots me, he lowers his glass and gives me a shy smile, that blush I love spreading over his cheeks like he’s remembering what we did in the bathroom.
It’s going to be a long day.
Chapter Twenty-Two
MATTHIAS
Home-cookedmeals are always a nice change. I get together with my parents frequently, but we usually go to a restaurant or order something in. My family isn’t big on the whole cooking thing. Don’t get me wrong, there was always plenty of food in my house, but most of it was ready-to-eat or pre-cooked. Which might be why it’s either something that can go from freezer to microwave or take-out at my house. “This is incredible, Christina.” His mom has convinced me to call her by her first name, even though it feels a little strange.
“That’s sweet of you to say.”
