Page 19 of Brock’s Lost Lunchbox

I laughed, a deep release that I couldn’t remember doing in the longest time. Yes, I had something in mind, but even if we just sat here eating crackers the rest of the evening, it would be the best, most joyful day ever. “How do I even deserve you?”

He batted his eyelashes and shook his head. “I don’t know, but we can try to find out.” Leaning into me, he threw a leg over my lap and his arms around my neck. “Daddy.”

Brock wore far too many clothes, as did I, but we managed to struggle out of them in record time before he settled astride my lap again. Every move we made got me harder. Kissing and touching, we were close to doing the deed when I realized something.

“Do you have any lube…or a condom?” Why hadn’t I brought something—obviously because I thought we were just having a playdate and didn’t think beyond. My new-daddy inexperience showed.

“Yes.” He got up and disappeared then returned with a strip of condoms and a box holding a new container of lube. “I thought…I hoped…” He swallowed. “I didn’t mean to imply…”

“Brock?”

“Yes?”

“Give me the lube.” I took it from him and kissed his hand. “And thank you for planning for us. I don’t think either of us would want to stop now or go out to the drugstore.” I kissed him, breathing in his heat and teasing his lips open with the tip of my tongue. “Is there a more comfortable place to continue this?”

“Mmm.” He pointed, and I scooped him up and headed in the indicated direction. Brock flicked the hallway switch as we passed, casting a beam of light across the bed centered against the far wall.

I laid him on the edge of the bed and knelt between his legs. “I want to check one thing.”

He struggled up on his elbows. “Is something wrong?”

“Let me see.” I closed my mouth over the head of his cock and swirled my tongue around it. Releasing it, I shook my head. “No. Nothing wrong there.” I went back to work, so to speak, kissing and licking and sucking, taking more of him in with each bob of my head. His whimpers and wriggles had me moving faster, while reaching for the lube.

Opening the box, pulling out the tube, and squeezing some of the slippery stuff onto my fingers while sucking on Brock’s cock like an especially tasty lollipop was a challenge. Something like tummy rubbing and head patting at the same time. Just a whole lot sexier…and maybe a little more awkward. But if Brock noticed, he didn’t complain, especially when I put those slippery fingers to work, prepping him.

One, then two entered him, pushing past the tight ring of muscles to access his also-tight channel. I continued sucking, scraping my teeth down his shaft and working a third digit into his ass. At the attempt of a fourth, he shouted and spilled into my throat. I swallowed, gulping as much of it as I could before the last dribbled down my chin.

Rising, I pulled my fingers out and tore open a condom. Brock lay panting, watching me roll it on. He licked his lips, and this time I shivered.

Positioning my cock at his hole, I stopped and squirted more lube in my palm then slicked up the condom. The man was tight, and I didn’t want to hurt him. “I’m going to go slow,” I said. “You are so…”

“Virginal?” he quipped. “I’m not, but close enough.” Throwing his head back, he bucked his hips. “Please don’t go slow.” Raising his knees, he hugged them to his chest, opening himself wide for me.

Between the lube and the position, I wound up balls deep, massaged by his walls, his hungry hole gripping my cock, milking me. “I won’t last long if you keep that up.”

“We can do it again.” He reached grabby hands to pull my face down to kiss him. “You taste salty.” He licked my lips and groaned.

I’d have had to be a lot stronger to have held back at that point. I lifted his ass in my palms and filled the condom tip with cum.

We did it again an hour later.

And at dawn, and in between, we held one another close. Spoke softly and shared a lot about our pasts that we hadn’t before. Our walls down, we crossed a line and became a couple for real. With only one real problem.

Brock’s workload showed no signs of easing, and even this evening had been stolen time. I wouldn’t tell him what to do or offer any unsolicited advice, but I hoped there would be a solution soon. Shadows under his eyes reflected the long hours he put in.

Chapter Fifteen

Brock

It took another person on my team leaving and for the upper management to say they weren’t going to be filling the position “at this time” to have me saying enough was enough. From that day on, I applied for jobs as part of my routine. Before I went to bed, I’d check out the new positions listed and, if they were close to something I could do, I threw my hat into the ring.

Things were going great with Zeph, and now that I had a nice little friend circle, I didn’t want to relocate for work. Thankfully, there were a lot of remote opportunities as well as some local companies currently looking for someone with my skillset. I’d already started to get some nibbles. Fingers crossed, it was only a matter of time before I was able to finally leave my toxic workplace.

The biggest change I’d made was adopting an if it doesn’t get done, it doesn’t get done mentality, much to the chagrin of my bosses. Wanting to get a full night’s sleep and weekends off on a job that was asking you to do three people’s worth of labor didn’t feel like too much to ask.

Tonight was date night, something I’d been making a priority. I really liked Zeph and didn’t want to ruin our possible future because I couldn’t set work-home boundaries.

Daddy and I were going to Chained, just the two of us without any of our “support” friends. Up until now, it had always been a group thing, which was great. I had a feeling this would be better.