Page 78 of Ruined

I feel his thighs tensing up. That’s the first clue. His hand clenching in my hair is the other. Then his cock pulses in my mouth, and spurt after spurt of cum hits the back of my throat. His pleasure pushes me over the edge, and I hump his thigh one more time before I come in my boxer briefs, moaning around his cock.

I pull his underwear back up and lie beside him, smiling breathlessly, and he pulls me into a kiss.

“What a good boy,” he murmurs against my lips. “Using Daddy’s thigh to make yourself feel good.” Sliding a hand between my legs, he rubs at the wet spot on my boxer briefs. I push myself into his touch with a whimper, and he kneads my cock through my messy underwear.

“Did you feel good too, Daddy?” I gasp, feeling myself grow hard again under his touch.

“You made Daddy feel amazing. Daddy loves your sweet mouth.”

I arch my back, pressing myself shamelessly into his hand. “I love Daddy’s taste. Love… Daddy… mmh…” My voice dissolves into moans and gasps as he reaches into my underwear. He ends up jerking me off while we kiss and writhe, bodies sliding together and bliss flowing through my chest.

He’s the best. The best daddy. I still have my mom, but the one who truly cares about me has always been Logan. He used to be my dad, but now he’s my daddy—the best daddy I could have ever asked for.

I still have to pinch myself to make sure this isn’t a dream. Even after everything we’ve been through, this is where we’ve ended up. Taking care of each other. Loving each other. It still feels too good to be true, but when he pulls me into his arms, I know he’s here. I know he’s not leaving. I know he wants to be with me, despite everything.

By the time his alarm rings, we’re in the shower, washing off the evidence of our morning sex. The alarm keeps ringing, but Logan ignores it, continuing to lather me with shower gel. To no surprise, my cock stirs against his thigh, and I grab his wrist to lead his hand to my ass.

“Want Daddy here.”

He hums under his breath, the sound echoing off the shower walls. “We don’t have time.” Despite his words, his fingers slide between my cheeks to rub my hole. “Daddy needs to go to work.”

I press myself against him with a whimper, burying my face between his hairy pecs. He ends up rubbing shower gel between my cheeks and lathering my balls and cock, cleaning me everywhere. He handles me like I’m something precious, like I’m a gift he’s wished for all his life. I moan into his mouth when he kisses me, the hot stream of the shower making everything wet and slippery.

His strong, gentle hands stroke both of our cocks until we come, united, kissing under the water. As he turns the shower off and envelops me in a towel, we keep kissing. Even though I’ve literally come three times this morning, I’m still insatiable. I’ve never felt as safe, as wanted, or as hopeful for the future.

“When?” I ask as we’re getting dressed.

“Hmm?” He glances at his watch.

“You’re going to work, but…” I give him a sheepish smile, and he chuckles when he understands what I’m getting at.

“I’ll come pick you up tonight, and I’ll take you to dinner.”

I bite my lip. “Okay.” Dinner is nice, but I kind of want to be alone with him, and whenever we’ve had an outing previously, he’s been reluctant to show me any sort of affection in public. Especially if we run into judgment from others. I hope tonight will be different, though. Since the talk with Mom, he’s been acting differently. The momentary shadows of guilt that would cross his expression no longer do, and he hasn’t pulled away from my touch even once.

All I want is to be with him openly, without shame, and I think he wants that too.

As we order our food, he’s got his hand on my thigh. The waiter looks at us a little strangely, but Logan doesn’t stiffen like he would before. Instead, he strokes my thigh soothingly, and while we eat, we talk about simple things, like work, the yummy scent of food in the air, and a game I’m looking forward to that’s releasing soon. Then we talk about not-so-simple things. Like my mom.

“I’m not going to tell you what to do,” Logan says. “But she’s your mother, after all. Do you think you can forgive her?”

I give a one-shouldered shrug, gaze downturned. “I don’t know yet. But she’s my mom, so I guess… she’s not going anywhere.” I don’t really want to see her right now. Maybe later, once the emotions that her confession stirred up have settled a bit.

Logan squeezes my thigh. “I’m not going anywhere, either.”

I look up at him, and he smiles as he wipes a piece of food off the corner of my mouth. Frowning a little, he brushes my bangs to the side, running his fingers through my unruly locks until they’re just right.

“How’s your neck?” he asks, hand shifting to check the stiffness of my muscles. “Do you want a massage when we get home?”

My cheeks heat when I remember the massage he gave me from what feels like forever ago. If he gave me one now, it would end differently, and I’m sure it wouldn’t involve clothes.

“No. I mean… I’m okay.” I can barely speak for the tightness in my chest—the emotions flying through my veins with a force that leaves me breathless. I want to tell him so many things, but for now, all I can manage is one single sentence that encompasses it all. “You’re the best daddy.”

He smiles and takes my hand. “You’re sweet.”

“No, I’m serious. There’s no one like you. You’re perfect. I mean, perfect to me. For me.”

His jaw tightens for a moment, then releases, and when he speaks, his voice is earnest and full of a fondness that makes my heart race. “If I’m the perfect daddy, then you’re the perfect boy.”