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Dean pulls back, each veiny inch of him dragging through my channel, leaving only the tip of his dick inside. I moan, choking off a scream when he slams back inside.
There’s no holding back with this man, is there?
Thank fuck for that.
Dean has no hesitations as he dicks me down in his bed. The man has some serious skills, not just jackhammering away seeking his pleasure. No, not my Daddy.
Dean rolls his hips, a thorough and complete understanding of the difference between faster and harder. His hands land on my hips, tugging me closer with each slide home. That magical cock of his glances over my prostate with every pass.
“You were made for my dick, Tanner.” Dean punctuates each word with a deep thrust. “Fuck, baby. You feel so damn good wrapped around me.”
I lose my speech abilities around the third or fourth thrust, my responses nothing more than keening wails of explicit pleasure and profound sensation. Dean brings us closer to the edge with each masterful thrust.
Dean slides his hand behind my back, lifting my body from the bed and hauling me into his arms. He bounces me on his dick, the change in angle adding intense pressure on my prostate. “Oh, Daddy. There!”
“Yeah, baby?” he says, panting. “That’s the spot? You going to come for me?”
“Yes,” I choke out. “Please make me come!”
“I got you, baby. Come for Daddy.” He slips a hand between our bodies, wrapping his fist around my dick.
With every bounce, I slide through his slick grip. It’s not but two more strokes, and I’m done. My orgasm punches through me, blacking out the edges of my vision as I soak Daddy’s abs with my cum.
“Good boy,” Daddy says, thrusting into me once, twice, and groaning, biting gently on my shoulder. His dick pulses inside me, the heat of his cum barely felt through the condom barrier.
We stay like this, harsh breaths floating over one another, sweaty bodies held close until Daddy lifts me. His softening dick slips from my hole with ease.
“Let me clean you up, baby.” Laying me on the bed, he stands and disposes of the condom in a small wastebasket. Stepping into his bathroom, I hear the water run for a minute before he returns with a wet cloth.
He tenderly wipes me clean before climbing in bed beside me. Pulling me into his arms, he presses a soft kiss to the side of my head. “Tanner, that was…”
His voice cracks, leaving the sentence unfinished. If my brain was functioning at full capacity, I might demand he finish what he wants to say. But at this moment, I’m content to leave the words unspoken, knowing the way he’s holding me is enough. Knowing the way he filled me, the way he let his body love me so completely, is more than I need in words.
I return his hug, settling my face against his chest. “I know, Daddy. It was…for me too.”
NINETEEN
Standing in the open doorway,I sip my coffee, watching the rise and fall of Tanner’s shoulders as he softly snores in my bed. Wide awake, I was reluctant to do anything but continue spooning my boy, but my bladder had other plans. Once I was fully awake and moving, there was no climbing back in bed. Knowing he needs all the sleep he can get, I let Tanner rest for another hour while I drank some coffee and replayed our evening in my head.
I wasn’t expecting anything more to come of our date, my intentions settling on the need to spend quality time with Tanner and nothing more. Yet, when he voiced his desire for me, wanting to take a step forward in our physical relationship, I had no reason to deny him.
Coming together was more for me than spectacular orgasms and a sleepover. It was far more significant than fucking Tanner senseless. I loved him with my body. It’s the only way I know how to express everything I’m feeling for him. My affection for Tanner has grown exponentially—and unexpectedly. Even knowing he’s still desperately holding on to the idea that he doesn’t have time for a real relationship.
As the reminder flutters through my head, my stomach dips into a cold pit of dread. At that moment, I know I need some time alone to work through my emotions.
It hasn’t been long since I reluctantly walked out on stage and locked eyes with Tanner. Even less time since he agreed to this part-time dynamic. Somewhere in the back of my consciousness, I know it’s too soon, and asking him for more could push him away.
Yet, in the same breath, I know my heart has become his. This time between our first night and making love to him has only confirmed that we fit. Whether as my baby bat, the adult who cares so passionately for others, or the sensual man who has brought this Daddy Dom to his knees on more than one occasion.
As I drink my first cup of coffee, I ponder whether or not I should say anything to him. At first, I’m firmly against the idea, understanding it’s against what we originally agreed to: part-time. Until I remember that we also agreed to be honest with each other in all things.
Staring at him now, so peaceful in his slumber, I can easily see our future together. How precious it would be to hold him in my arms every night, to wake to his tender smile each morning, to give him a safe place to rest.
Tanner twitches below the sheets, rolling to his back, his arms stretching over his head. His mouth widens with a jaw-cracking yawn and those baby blues blink open, searching the room until landing on me. A shy smile peeks out and his sleep-drugged voice says, “Good morning, Daddy.”
My heart slams against my ribcage, eagerly beating for the possibility of building a life with Tanner. I clear my throat before speaking, beating back the urge to blurt out a three-word confession. “Mornin’, baby bat.”
Tanner’s eyes drop to the vacant space beside him, then flick back to me, a cute pout marring the edges of his mouth. “Why aren’t you in bed with me?”
