Page 52 of Dear Daddy, Please Want Me

“Daddy? Can I touch you? Need you, Daddy.” He kissed Daddy’s neck hungrily, trying to touch all of him at once. He slipped a hand between the buttons on Daddy’s shirt, only barely remembering to keep his hand lower on his belly instead of higher on his chest. Frustratingly, all he felt was a layer of cotton shirt.

“You have me baby, but tonight is your night. Just for you.”

He understood that, but still he wanted. He craved. His body was a rushing river of ecstasy and joy, and there was nowhere for it to go except back to his Daddy. “Just for me, can I make you feel good, Daddy? Please?”

“We both have work tomorrow, baby boy. And it’s late. I need new clothes for tomorrow.”

“Just wear these again. Pretty please?”

“Look down.”

He was coming out of his ecstasy-soaked state, but he still didn’t want to be apart. He pulled back just far enough to see the white streaks on Daddy’s shirt, glistening and already turning crusty.

“OK, maybe not.”

They laughed together.

“I’ve kept my sweet boy up too late.” Daddy slowly eased him down onto the blankets. Saul slipped off his soiled shirt and used it to wipe Levi down with tender strokes. “Is this clean enough or should I get a wash cloth?”

“This is fine, Daddy. I’ll shower in the morning. And I kind of like it for the memory.”

Daddy kissed him again. “I do, too, baby.” He drew the covers up around him, tucking them in around his shoulders.

All at once, his exhaustion hit him, curling around him like the blankets. He reached up sleepy, cuddly hands. “Can you stay a little longer?”

“Until you fall asleep,” Daddy promised. “Do I need to do anything special to lock the door?”

“Nuh-uh. Locks by itself when you close it.” But he still liked the idea of Daddy keeping him safe. If Daddy needed a key, he would have told him where it was.

Daddy took one of his hands, tangling their fingers together.

He wanted to stay awake. He didn’t want to miss a second of this.

But he was warm and sated, completely relaxed. He turned on his side, the way he usually slept, and Daddy kept a hold of his hand.

“Night, Daddy.”

“Night, baby boy.”

Daddy’s lips on his forehead were the last thing he remembered.

13

Levi

Levi awoke before his alarm, feeling curiously alert even as his body wanted to sink into the mattress. He felt achy, like his muscles had been over-used, yet alive.

It only took a moment for the last two days to come rushing back to him. He settled back into his blankets and let the memory of last night spin around him in a bubble of contentment.

The way he’d felt dirty and adored while Daddy devoured him with hungry eyes. How Daddy had forced him to stop touching himself, making him cry out as agony and rapture intertwined.

The most beautiful part of it hadn’t been the sensation, though, but the way that Daddy made him imagine himself. The way that Daddy saw all the parts of him. Where other people he’d been with relied on physical stimulation—and many of them were pretty good at it—Daddy got inside his mind.

God, he was a lucky boy.

He even lingered over the sweet kisses Daddy had pressed to his forehead as he said goodnight and reminded him that they both had to work in the morning.

Which was, unfortunately, now.