Page 56 of The Star in Room 7

I press my fingers against his back, holding him tighter, feeling the way his muscles move beneath his silky skin. “Yes!”

He eases a finger inside me. My eyelashes flutter, and I groan. Playing with myself never feels this good, or this relaxing. I pant as he pushes deeper. It’s been so long since another man has warmed me up or fucked me. Far too fucking long.

“You good?” he asks, his brow pinching in worry.

“Uh-huh.” I nod to make up for my inability to speak.

I raise my knees and let them fall to the side, spreading my thighs as far as they’ll go to open myself up for him. He keeps kissing me, alternating between gliding his tongue into my mouth and pressing his lips against my jaw and neck. His touch is so tender. He seems to understand every whimper, every groan, every tiny movement I make. He knows when to push deeper, when to release the pressure, and when to crook his finger to drive me wild. He knows when I need him to smother my mouth and when I need him to stare into my eyes. This man is all kinds of amazing and knows how to take care of me in ways I didn’t realize I needed.

He takes his time warming me up, even though I’m desperate to have more than his fingers inside me. I can’t decide if he’s edging me or making sure I’m ready for his cock. Probably a bit of both. Whatever the reason, I’m a mushy mess of need by the time he slips his fingers free and rolls the condom onto his leaking cock. He applies plenty of lube and then threads his fingers through mine, holding my hands against the bed on either side of my head. He leans down and kisses me harder and more fiercely than ever before. Then he’s sliding inside me, slowly, gently, filling me up. I moan against his lips. This is better than I imagined. He’s better than I imagined. He feels so fucking good inside me. I wrap my legs around him, moving my hips in time with his, inviting him into me until he’s balls deep.

He starts slow, always kissing me. Our grips tighten on each other’s hands. I squeeze my legs around him. I need him. I want him. As my balls get heavier and the tingling in my groin gets so intense I can barely stand it, he quickens his pace, his balls slapping against me. Our lips break apart, and he stares into my eyes as we grunt and groan, pant and moan. Something in his eyes makes my heart stutter. There’s lust in his eyes, but so much more. A tender softness I’ve never encountered before. My breath escapes my lungs, and then I’m coming, my orgasm slamming into me harder than I expect. I arch my back and squeeze my eyes shut as the almost violent wave crashes through me. He comes right after, grunting as he slams hard into me. With a gasp, he collapses. We’re hot and sweaty. I’m trembling.

“You were amazing, sweet boy.” He kisses my neck.

“Me? You did all the work, Daddy. That was— Wow! I—” I have no words. I lick my lips and then wrap my arms around him. I let my legs slip onto the bed. I’m tingling and can’t catch my breath. I can’t remember ever feeling this sated. This happy.

He starts to move, so I hold him tighter.

“No, Daddy. Don’t move. Stay inside me.”

He relaxes, shifting just enough that he can lay his head on the pillow beside me. He gazes at me, smiling. “Thank you, sweet boy.”

I frown. “What are you thanking me for?”

He crooks his finger and strokes his knuckle across my cheekbone, before brushing stray strands of sweat-soaked hair away from my face. “For letting me be with you. In you.” He pinches his lips in thought. “Do you ever top?”

“Yes. A lot of the guys I’ve been with have insisted on it.”

“I sense a but.”

“I… I prefer to bottom. I don’t know why. It’s just more… fulfilling for me.” I laugh and cover my face with my hand. “That wasn’t meant to be a pun.”

“I’m happy to top from the bottom, if you ever want me to.”

I shake my head. “I don’t think I will.” But it’s still good to know the option’s there if the need takes me. “One day, soon, will you take me while I’m blindfolded and tied up?”

He smiles. “I’d love to, baby. Just say the word. I’m glad you trust me enough to want that.”

“I do.” The thought popped into my head as a hungry need. I trust Nate so utterly and completely. “Daddy… Will you come to my apartment with me on Saturday?” I know he’s already offered, more than once, but I still feel the need to ask.

“Yes.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, sweet boy. What do you need right now?”

“To stay like this. Hold me?”

He wraps me in his comforting embrace, telling me without words that everything is going to be okay.

16

NATE

Mom is gardening when I arrive. Rylan is having a water fight with a couple of friends, and Cassie is on a sun lounger, texting and occasionally yelling at Rylan not to splash her. She waves and gives me a “Hi, Uncle Nate!” prompting Rylan to come careening over to me for a hug.

I return Cassie’s wave and then give Rylan a bear hug, lifting him clean off the ground until he bursts into a fit of giggles. Then he runs off, back to his friends.