Chapter 1 #2
“Guess I don’t have to ask what you have in mind, do I?”
“Nope. But less clothes for you too, Daddy. Take ‘em off! Take ‘em off!”
I was enamored with how dangerous he appeared, but he was a marshmallow on the inside. When he peeled off his jeans, those thick, muscular thighs that said he never skipped leg day in the gym, had my mouth watering. I needed to get my hands on him.
He walked me backward to the mattress and gently pushed me down. He moved over me, our cocks brushing. “Fuck…Daddy…”
His laughter bordered on maniacal, making me wonder what he had in store for me.
I found out quickly when he dropped to his knees on the floor and grabbed my ankles.
I loved being manhandled; it was part of the appeal of a big daddy.
And once he had me where he wanted me, he dove in, licking my rim and spearing his tongue inside. He hummed while he worked.
“Goddamn, Matty.” He looked up my body when he came up for air. “You make me so fucking hard. I’m going to fuck you…ugh.”
He moved quickly after that, grabbing lube and condoms and putting both to use. By the time he was satisfied that I was stretched enough to take him, he had turned me into nothing but a big bag of horny need. “Want you inside me…”
“Shush, boy. I’m in charge.”
“Oh God. Daddy…”
He grabbed the base of my cock and squeezed, harder than I would have liked. “No coming until I tell you. Understand?”
Oh hell. We hadn’t ever played like that. Not to that extent. “Yes, Daddy…” And now I was imagining him putting me in a cock cage and all kinds of other wild things that I’d never thought I’d like or would even try. But with Daddy Drake? Hell yeah. I was in for it all.
But in this case, he stuck to what was in front of us.
He let go of my cock and tapped his head against my hole.
I pushed against him until his head popped through.
We’d fucked before but he still seemed huge.
He positioned his legs on the bed and slid in farther until I’d taken all of his giant cock.
Drake moaned loudly. “You feel so fucking good.”
“You, yes…move…”
“Cheeky boy.” He might have complained about my mouth, but he did move. He started fucking me hard, pushing my legs up to my shoulders. “So bendy.” That was my dancer training—flexible to the maximum and putting it to good use.
“Daddy, please.” I didn’t even know what I was asking for.
Drake pushed forward and leaned down, taking my mouth in a brutal kiss with clashing teeth, winding tongues, and slobber dripping down my cheek.
I moved to wipe it, but he licked a stripe up my face instead.
He pulled back and fucked me even harder.
Then he started grunting. “Come now. When you can. Stroke that cock, baby-boy.”
I reached between us, grabbed my dick, and took a few strokes.
The way he pounded my prostate, it wouldn’t take much.
It crept up on me, tingling everything…then…
sparks. Best light show ever. I shook as I came down, and Drake was coming, pushing into me.
I wished we hadn’t had a condom between us, but it was necessary.
For now, but that would change if I had anything to say about it.
Drake got a cloth to wipe us down before crawling back in bed.
He pulled me up to him, but I went more than willingly.
I rested my head on his boulder-sized pec.
It wasn’t extremely comfortable. My man worked out, and his muscles were rock-solid—literally.
I rolled to my back, but stayed close, and tossed my leg over his.
We’d never really done the pillow talk thing, but we also hadn’t spent this much time together before. “Drake. Thanks for letting me come on this trip with you. It, uh, means a lot.”
He kissed the side of my head. “I’m enjoying having you here.”
“The guys feel kinda like family. It’s nice, you know? I don’t have that anymore, and sometimes I miss my mom.” I was estranged from the family after failing to live up to their expectations.
“Mm…I know what you mean. I miss my mom too, but I hardly knew her.”
“Knew? Oh, what happened?” I shuffled to my side so I could see his face as he spoke.
“She died. Car accident when I was, I don’t know, six or seven.”
“Wow. I didn’t know that.”
“Not many people do. I don’t generally talk about her.” I carded my fingers through his luscious hair, watching his eyes sparkle in the low light.
“What about your dad?”
Drake grunted. “He still lives in Henderson. That’s where I grew up. He, well, he did his best.”
I put my head on his shoulder. “Well. Seems like we have some family now, and it’s growing. I really liked playing with Donny and Kay today.”
Drake chuckled. “Did you see how serious Finn was, racing against Pierce?” That was toward the end and they pretty much tied, but both went on and on about how they beat the other.
“They were funny.” When I giggled, Drake turned to me with a serious expression. “What?”
“I like to hear you laugh. Now go to sleep.” He gave me a quick kiss, then moved us around to spoon against my back.
We still hadn’t declared ourselves officially exclusive, and I was almost always afraid to ask where I stood with him, fearing he’d say I was nothing.
But in the dark in that Chicago hotel room, with him wrapped around me, I felt more secure than I had since I was a child.
The next morning, Drake woke me up entirely too early, but at least he had coffee.
We—the band and me—were going to the venue to watch the sound check.
It took two cups of coffee before I got excited, and by that time, I was sitting in the front row with Donny.
He was so nice. He said he was boyfriends with Kay, but they were both littles.
I wasn’t sure how that would work. I’d never trade Daddy Drake for another little. Hells no. But to each his own.
Kay was in the band, setting up on the stage. They were all messing around with the instruments and stuff. “They’ll play something in a minute. Once they get everything set up how they want,” Donny explained.
“Cool. That’ll be fun.”
Drake poked his head out from the side of the stage. “Daddy!” I jumped up and waved at him. He waved back but then disappeared again.
“Guess you guys are really out with the little thing, huh?” Donny’s expression seemed wistful, and his eyes drooped into sadness.
“Not really. I mean. I call him daddy all the time, but that doesn’t mean littles to everyone. Most people think I’m just a sex addict or crazy.” I tapped my head. “Drake knows I can’t help it. I mean, fuck, I’ve gone through shit and don’t want to be in a world that’s not fun. You know?”
Donny shrugged and looked up to the stage. Probably looking for his boo. Kay flitted back and forth between the guitar dude and the microphones.
“How did you guys get together anyway? Aren’t you a lawyer?”
“Yeah. My brother, really. He used to date Jinx, and now he dates Wolf.”
“Mr. Jinkee? Woah. And your brother was that grouchy guy who yelled at you for riding the Big Wheels yesterday, right? I thought he was your daddy at first.” I hid my giggle behind my hand.
Donny glared at me. “Yeah. Not in a million years. He can be a prick. But he’s my brother and he made me a partner in his law firm, and now I represent Midnight Hunt. I met Kay when they played at the big Rocktoberfest out in Blackrock.”
“I know about that one. Drake wants to play there.”
“They just might.” He bumped into my shoulder. “Oh, I’m sure they’re going to play there eventually. If not this year, next year.”
They jammed on a couple of songs and then invited Drake’s team to join them. Wow. It was neat seeing Drake and the guys up on that big stage. They played one of Midnight Hunt’s songs, and it sounded amazing. Donny and I jumped up and screamed and clapped.
Afterward, everyone was excited and talking about doing it again at the real show. Wow. Drake really was stepping up into another league with his band. I never thought it would actually happen. So few bands ever got recognized. Especially when they were only playing off-strip shitholes in Vegas.
Afterward, we all went back to the hotel to eat and get ready. I didn’t think Daddy Drake had ever played a show this big. He was nervous, going through his clothes to figure out something to wear.
I stepped in front of him. I had to settle him down so he wouldn’t blow it. And that was how I’d do it. “Stop. Daddy. Take a breath.”
He looked down at me. “I know.”
I grinned at him and dropped to my knees.
I shoved his open jeans down his ass and pulled his boxers lower, too.
Then took his big cock in my mouth. This was going to be fast and furious.
We didn’t have much time, but he didn’t stop me, so I sucked him for all I was worth.
It only took a few seconds before Drake grabbed my head and fucked into my mouth.
“Gah…Matty…”
My cheeks hollowed as I sucked harder. Drake exploded in my mouth with a grunt, and I drank it all down, continuing to lick around his crown until he softened. “Better?”
“Yes…Thank you, baby-boy.”
“You needed to relax. You’re going to kill it, Daddy.” I pressed my cheek against his thighs while he played with my hair, carding his fingers through the short strands.
“Oh, fuck. Come on. We’ll be late.” He pulled up his pants and grabbed the first T-shirt he could get his hands on. “Brush your teeth. Hurry. No. Just use mouthwash. There’s no time.”
I smirked, thinking fuck that, let the world smell my daddy on my breath, but I did what he asked, running a toothbrush quickly over my teeth, gums, and tongue, then using the mouthwash. “Fresh! Let’s go.”
On the way to the venue, everyone was chatty, talking about Star Fly opening for Kay’s band in the future, and what that might look like. Drake kept glancing at me with apprehensive little looks, but I wasn’t sure why.
We went into the venue from the back and hung out with Midnight Hunt, Bramble Punk, and all the extra people around, including Donny and his brother. Then I got to meet Mr. Coleman. “Nice to meet you, Matty.” He shook my hand politely.
“Thank you, Mr. Coleman. I wanted to tell you that I was treated very well on the trip out, and the limo driver, Mr. Booth, was super nice. I’d like to get him an extra tip or something.”
“Thank you, Matty. That’s kind. I’ll make sure it happens.”
“Thank you.” I gave a nod. I kind of wanted to hug him, but then the drummer from Midnight Hunt wrapped his arm around Mr. Coleman’s waist.
“Coleman is the best. He’ll take care of everything. Always does.” He kissed Coleman’s cheek.
“Enjoy the show, Matty.” With a nod, Coleman and the drummer walked off. I figured they had their own pre-show routine to do.
Drake kissed me on the head. “You’re too sweet, baby-boy.”
I didn’t know about that. But I did appreciate when people were nice to me. Like Donny. I waved at him as we all made our way out to the stage. Kay’s band was playing first, then at the end Drake’s band would join them, then Midnight Hunt would pop in at the very end. All three bands rocking out.
This time, Donny and I were on the side of the stage because people had paid for tickets to the front rows. That meant we were a lot closer to the bands. It was exciting, and we both banged our heads and jumped up and down.
Then Star Fly took the stage, and Drake’s growly vocals joined Bramble Punk’s singer.
He was pretty good. I liked it and liked the song.
But beyond that, I could see how good Drake was.
His voice was rich, and he played with the audience, plus he was so much bigger than the other singer, or Kay. Hell, he was simply badass.
That’s when it hit me what they’d be talking about on the way over here.
There’s going to be a nationwide tour soon.
They’re going to be playing venues exactly like this one.
Oh fuck. This was real. This wasn’t a one-time thing.
Mr. Jinkee said it was a good way to introduce them.
They expected more. I mean, mentally, I knew this all along, but emotionally?
No. A part of me kept expecting my daddy to come home.
To Vegas. But that wasn’t going to happen.
He was leaving that old world behind. Leaving me.
Oh fuck no.
There was no way I was letting Drake leave me behind.
That was my biggest fear. Drake and his band were amazing.
Obviously. They had stardom ahead of them, and it was going to be hard not to let everything change.
I was so good for Drake, though. And he was it for me.
He had to see that. I mean, he’d said we weren’t exclusive, but I never saw him with anyone else.
I was pretty sure he’d given up other boys for me. But he’d never actually said that. Yet.
Well, if our world were about to be flipped upside down, I was simply going to strap in.