Chapter 12
Chapter twelve
Matty – Las Vegas
I was pouring a cup of coffee when I heard keys in the door.
Keys? I ran to the front in time to see Drake walk in with his long, black hair flowing behind him, and his scowly face morphed into that wonderful smile that never failed to fill my tummy with flutters.
His eyes were dark and intense, staring me down. “Fuck, you look good, baby-boy.”
I looked down my body. Bare chest and blue plaid sleep pants hung on my hips. My hair was probably sticking up in twelve directions, and I hadn’t even washed my face. “Huh?” I looked terrible, but—oh shit. “What’re you doing here?”
“I couldn’t keep my head straight without you.”
“Don’t fuck things up with the band. I’ve got this.”
“Eh. It’s good. We’ll get all this crap done faster together and then get home.”
Home.
That made me chuckle. Drake wrapped his arms around me, picking my feet up off the floor.
“Home is wherever you are, Daddy.” I wrapped my legs around his big frame.
He kissed down my neck and nibbled on my collarbone. “I’m here now.”
“Yes, you are.”
He walked me into the bedroom and followed me down to the mattress, lying on top of me. “Missed you too much.” He kissed me long and hard, taking my breath away both literally and figuratively. Of course, I kissed him back, but eventually, we broke for much-needed air.
“Daddy…I’m so surprised.”
“Good. I wanted to surprise you. I maybe…”
“What?”
“I’ve missed you. And I need you.”
I didn’t know what to say. From Drake, that was a lot. And I’d never been needed. Wanted, yes, but needed? Nope. “Okay…” I kissed him again, then barely remembered him grabbing supplies, stripping my pants off, and stretching me before he entered. But this time was different. Slower. Gentle.
This wasn’t fucking. Not how Drake normally did.
No, this was making love. Sweet and sexy.
He rolled his hips, dragging a long moan from my throat.
He mouthed over my skin along my shoulders.
His tongue flicked over a nipple. He kissed my lips and nuzzled my neck, surely giving me beard burn.
I wrapped my arms around his and hiked a leg over his ass.
He took his time with me as if savoring the moment, and a few months ago, it would have scared the hell out of me. I would have been afraid it was a goodbye fuck, but not this time. He was serious like he’d never been before. Maybe we had a chance after all.
Pushing up on one arm, Drake looked down at me, then reached between us.
He stroked my dick to the same slow tempo he fucked my hole with.
Easy. He rubbed his thumb over the head of my cock along the slit, collecting the precum oozing out.
“Fuck, you’re sexy, Matty. I’ve never known anyone like you. ”
His sweet words put a smile on my face. “Back at you, Daddy.”
“Wanna come for me?”
I nodded and tightened my muscles as I flexed my hips up. Drake moaned and finally picked up a little speed in his thrusts, but not by much. It was enough, though. And I called out as I came, pulling Drake right behind me.
“We’ll be going tomorrow,” Drake grumbled in my ear as we cuddled, feeling sleepy.
We still had a lot to do. “Tomorrow? Already?”
“Mmm…They gave me time to take care of this, but I need to get back in the studio.”
“You feel guilty?”
“Some.”
I rolled over and lay my head on his chest. “Don’t. They understand. The other guys are going to do the same thing at some point. Right?”
Drake grunted and rubbed my shoulder, tugging me a little tighter to him.
“Hey.” I kissed his chest. “Let’s regroup.
” Thankfully, I had already made coffee and forgotten it on the counter.
“I mean, there’s a lot but not a ton left.
Let’s get busy.” I slapped his chest where I’d just been kissing and slipped out of bed, leaving Drake muttering curses under his breath behind me. “Come on. Up.”
Though reluctant and making it known, he got up, and after that cup of coffee, we got to it.
We put most of his stuff in storage and finished cleaning the place.
He dropped his truck off with a friend of his, saying it was a piece of junk not worth selling.
Then Drake turned his keys in before checking into a hotel near the airport.
It was almost surreal to think that everything was done. We were officially moved out of Vegas.
One step farther away from my family in California. But I hadn’t looked back when I moved to Vegas, and I wasn’t looking back now. At least this time, I had a big daddy holding my hand the entire way, as opposed to doing it alone like before.
I flopped across the big king-sized mattress, face-first, while Daddy put our bags down. We had a few things that didn’t go in storage shipped to the big house in Miami, and everything else we wanted to bring with us was stuffed in the four or five bags by the door.
“Daddy…” I was so fucking tired. It’d been a long day.
“I hear you, baby-boy. There’s a nice bathtub. Wanna use it before bed or are you hungry?”
“No…”
He sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed my back softly. “What do you need?”
I had to think about that. I needed to be in my little headspace. I needed to feel secure. All these changes had me flying over the tracks of a roller coaster. I was confident in myself and Drake, but sometimes it felt like neither of us was driving that car. Secure. Little. “I need my paci.”
“Oh. Uh…where is it?”
“Don’t know.” I was pretty sure I packed it, but not where.
“Let me look.” I heard him rummaging around in my bags, but I didn’t move or offer assistance. The longer I lay there, the more tired I became. My arms and legs felt like they weighed a ton. “Here it is… Hmm…hold on.”
The bathroom faucet turned on, and I figured he was cleaning it, which was good. I didn’t want to stick that in my mouth all dirty. Yucky.
“Here, baby-boy.” He popped the rubber paci in my mouth, and I gave it a few good sucks. “You know, Matty…I can give you something else to suck on.”
I snorted a laugh and rolled over on my side.
“Your eyes look so tired.” He kissed my forehead. “I’ll get us some food. You nap. Then, after we eat, maybe you can suck on Daddy. Hm?”
That was a good plan. I nodded and closed my eyes, falling into a deep sleep.
Who knew how long I napped. I only knew that Daddy woke me up in the best way—with his mouth on my cock. He’d yanked my jeans down, and I barely stirred, but when that hot, wet mouth covered me, I moaned loudly and peeked open an eye.
Spitting my paci out, I moaned again. “Daddy, you’re better at blowies than me.”
Drake popped off and propped his head up with his elbow on the mattress. “And just how the hell do you know that?”
I snickered. That image was funny. As if. “Just guessing.” I winked at him. “Now, where were you?”
“Saucy brat.” He grabbed me, pulling me over his knees, and I took advantage of the position to kick my pants off from around my feet. But he didn’t spank me. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He rubbed my ass with his strong hands, then spread my cheeks. “Mmm…”
“Daddy…” I needed him to do something, anything. “My peen…”
His answer was to flip me over and stroke my cock. It wasn’t comfortable, but at least his attention was where I wanted it.
“I’ve got you. Don’t worry.” He tossed me up on the bed. “Get that fine ass up for me, boy.” The only thing I loved more than—well, at least as much as—the manhandling was the commanding.
“Yes, Daddy.” I scrambled into place. “Tell me what to do.”
Drake actually laughed as he searched in his toiletry case.
When he returned to the bed with his treasures in hand, he swatted my ass, dropping the lube and condoms on the bed.
He was full of surprises. He spread my cheeks again and dove in face-first. He speared his tongue in my hole, making me squeal.
I had no control as he took what he wanted, and I loved every second of it.
My rough, demanding Daddy added a finger alongside his tongue, quickly moving to the stretching part.
He used lubed fingers to get my hole where he wanted it.
“Want to ride me, Matty?” He shoved me over, stretched out on his back, his thick thighs spread a little. “Come on.”
“Sounds fun.” I climbed over him, and he grabbed my waist, helping me get positioned. I lined his cock up where I wanted it, then I sank down on him.
Slow. Slow. All the way.
“Ride me, baby. Come on.” He slapped my thigh, just enough to sting.
I grunted and moved my hips. Soon, I was riding him for all I was worth, and Drake called out encouragements. “You’ve got this. Do it. Way to go. You move…ugh…Matty…make Daddy come.”
Damn, I wanted that orgasm, but the feeling was elusive, just out of reach yet so close I could fucking taste it.
Drake thrust up when I came down, driving his cock harder inside me.
I worried this would go on forever, but finally, Drake flipped me over, pushed my legs up damn near my ears, and railed into me.
“Fuck, Matty, Damn. Can’t. Even. Makes…crazy.
Fuck you every…damn…like this.” His words were spaced out and didn’t make sentences, and I wondered if he was actually missing some of them.
I didn’t care though, as long as he kept hitting my spot like that.
Right there…
When I grunted, Drake slid his hand over my cock, squeezing and turning, and…
Blessed relief coursed over me in a flood as I shot off, coming hard.
Drake nuzzled the back of my neck. “You see stars, baby-boy?”
“Yeah…” I swear that word came out in five syllables.
“Me too.” I hadn’t realized he’d come too. I’d been too far gone.
Drake pulled out slowly, and I sank to the mattress, not even moving when he came back and cleaned me up. I didn’t think I’d be able to move again until it was time to go to the airport, but then my stomach growled. Loudly.
“Come on, then. Let’s eat.” He nibbled on my ass cheek, making me giggle.
“Don’t eat me up, Daddy.” I laughed harder. I had the sexiest Daddy in the world, and he was so much fun.
We loaded up the rental car to take us to the airport and headed out, and I thought it would be a quick trip over to Harry Reid, but we passed the exits. “Uh, where we going?”
Drake squeezed my knee. “Wait and see.”
“I hate wait and see. Tell me.” I bounced in my seat, which made Drake scowl.
But he didn’t tell me what was going on.
My eyes grew wide in surprise as we ended up at Henderson.
That was the private airport. When we pulled up, a service took our bags, and we were directed to a private lounge to wait for our flight.
It was comfortable and classy with rich colors of cinnamon and mustard.
When Drake’s phone binged, notifying him that the plane was ready, we headed to the gate. I could see out the window. A jet with Midnight Hunt’s logo wrapped along the side was waiting for us.
“Wow. Mr. Jinkee lets you use the jet whenever you want. It’s like you’re a star already.”
“Eh…it was a favor. And you’re my star.” He squeezed me tight.
The plane was incredible. Beautiful and fancy. I’d never been on a plane like this before. We got comfortable in a couple of chairs side by side and buckled up. “Is it weird that we’re the only two on board?”
“I was all by myself on the way in.” He shrugged. “It’s better now. And guess what?”
“What?”
Drake leaned close so he could murmur in my ear. “There’s a bed in the back.” He thumbed over his shoulder. “Once we’re airborne, we can go join the Mile High Club.”
“What? No way.”
“Yes. Totally way.”
“Hell yeah! But let’s stick to blow jobs so we don’t mess up Mr. Jinkee’s pretty plane.”
He kissed me with a peck to the lips. “You got it.”
And I had thought he was playing. Kind of.
But no. The back section was private enough to get a couple of blow jobs in, and then we had drinks in the comfy seats, enjoying the rest of the flight.
And I didn’t have to fight for a window, and was able to look out at the beautiful water surrounding the high rises as we came closer to the city.
Soft blue and green liquid contrasted with the hardscape of silver and white buildings.
Fantastic. I was going to love Miami. And this whole rockstar’s boyfriend thing.