Chapter 18
Iwoke up warm and safe, cocooned in Colter's arms. For a second, I didn't remember how I got here and then everything slowly came back to me.
His body was solid behind me, one big hand resting low on my stomach, his breath tickling the back of my neck.
I didn't move. To be honest, I had no urge to. Everything about this was perfect and I wanted it to carry on for just a bit longer.
When I shifted slightly, he hummed low in his chest, pulling me closer until my back was flush against him.
His lips brushed the curve of my shoulder, soft at first, then firmer.
Unable to stop myself any longer, I turned in his arms, meeting his mouth in a deep, slow, and lazy kiss.
It didn't take long for it to turn into something just a bit. .. more.
I pressed up against him, wrapping my arms around his neck and allowing my bulge to grind against his.
A soft moan escaped my lips, and Colter bit down on my bottom lip before soothing it with a gentle kiss.
"This is definitely one of my favourite ways to wake up," I murmured against Colter's lips.
"Hmmm," he responded, his lips tipping up in a smile. "Morning, baby boy. Sleep well?"
I nodded in response, continuing the slow, sensuous grinding against Colter's erection. His hands gripped my waist, and I had a feeling he was fighting between deciding if he wanted to stop me, or encourage me to go faster.
"You're playing a dangerous game, Jericho," he warned, his voice nothing more than a low growl.
I grinned at him. "I'm not playing it very well, it seems. Because we're both still dressed, and I don't have your cock burried deep inside me."
His hands tightened against my waist and he pulled me closer. "Naughty boy."
I laughed and shook my head. "I think you mean good boy, Daddy." Then my hand moved down, down, down between our bodies and I cupped his erection. "Now the question is, have I been good enough to be rewarded with my Daddy's cock?"
Colter's hand moved around my back and slipped into my pants, his finger going directly for my needy hole. "You deserve everything you want, baby."
Everything quickly evolved into a mess of kisses, hands pushing clothes out of the way, and slow, caresses. Before I knew what was happening, we were both naked, Colter was pushed up against me in bed, two fingers buried deep inside me as he stretched me out.
"Daddy," I moaned, begging for more. "Please. I need you." My back arched up as he sucked at the sensitive skin in the hollow of my neck and shoulder, probably leaving a delicious love bite.
My begging was silenced by the sound the lube bottle being opened, and Colter covering himself liberally.
And then he was inside me.
Filling me.
So good.
"You're so tight," he ground out, his hands gripping my hips as he slowly thrust into me. "Fuck, baby. I'm not going to last so you better wrap that hand around your pretty cock. I need my good boy to come so I can fill you. Fill you nice and deep with my cum."
Holy shit. It wasn't fair that he was an expert dirty talker too.
My cock leaked precum as he bottomed out, the head of his meaty erection brushing against that brilliant spot inside me.
I rushed to follow his order, my hand tightening around myself, slowly tugging up and down as he started thrusting.
The louder I moaned, the harder my Daddy fucked me.
The feel of him was breath taking.
And then I felt it. My orgasm building. "Daddy," I cried. "I'm gonna—"
He bent over, kissed me silent before pulling away. "Come for me, baby. Come on Daddy's cock."
It rolled over me. As my balls emptied over my hands I felt him filling me, felt his pleasure, his seed, his essence marking me inside.
We stayed there for a while, both of us breathing heavily. Then Daddy slowly pulled out before getting up to get a clean washcloth. He made quick work of cleaning me up before pulling me into his arms and kissing me like he hadn't just fucked me silly.
I couldn't help the giggle that slipped out. "You keep kissing me like this, Doctor Daddy, you might have to repeat the performance you just gave me."
That's when my phone started ringing.
We both ignored it the first time, slowly trading kisses again. But when it started up a second time, Colter groaned into my mouth and pulled back just far enough to mumble. "You should probably get that, baby. But if it's your creepy ex, I'm going to hunt him down and kill him myself."
I reached for the phone on the nightstand, still breathless, and froze when I saw the caller ID. "It's my landlord," I said, frowning.
Colter's hand was still on my him when I answered.
"Hey Mr Vorster, what's up?"
The man's voice on the other end sounded off. Tight and uneasy. "Jericho, I didn't want to call too early, but I thought you should know... there was a break-in at your place last night."
My stomach dropped. "What?"
"A break-in, kid. The front door's damaged, and the cops have already been by. They said they'll want to talk to you, so I gave them your number. You'll probably be hearing from them soon."
Cold crept down my spine. My home had been invaded.
Colter must have seen my face change because he sat up immediately. "What happened, baby?"
I swallowed hard, still gripping the phone, holding up a finger to Colter, silently asking him to hold on. "Okay, thank you, Mr Vorster. Do you know if anything was stolen?"
The older man hummed on the other side before clearing his throat. "That's the thing. I couldn't see any big ticket items missing. But you'll probably be able to tell better. I can say your TV, kitchen appliances and gaming system were still there."
Fuck.
Was this Oscar, too?
Or even worse... could it mean that my creepy caller wasn't Oscar and actually someone far more sinister?
"Shit, okay," I finally responded to my landlord. "Thank you, Mr Vorster. Did they leave a number with you to reach them on, or should I just wait to hear from them?"
"I have a card," he said. "I'll text you."
"Okay, thanks. Bye."
He hung up, and I looked at Colter, my heart in my throat. "Someone broke into my apartment."
His whole expression shifted, soft concern giving way to anger and a possessive protectiveness that instantly made me feel better.
He didn't say anything right away. He reached out and pulled me against his chest, one big hand cupping the back of my head. For a second, I let him hold me, breathing in the steady thump of his heart beneath my ear.
"Did they take anything?" He finally asked.
I shook my head. "Not that Mr Vorster could tell. TV and big things are still there."
Colter exhaled through his nose. "That's almost worse."
"Yeah," I whispered. "Someone going through all the trouble to violate my space and then not taking anything? That's scary. It makes me feel unsafe, Daddy."
He tipped my chin up, eyes steady on mine. "You are safe. Here, with me. And you don't have to go back there until we know exactly what's going on, understood?"
"Daddy—"
"No, baby." His expression softened, but the edge in it left no room for argument.
"If you need to go there, I'll go with you.
You were already going to stay here for a couple of days anyway.
What's a few more between a Daddy and his boy?
" He shrugged. "I'll go with you to talk to the police later, but you're not going there alone. "
My throat felt tight, emotion threatening to bubble over. "You can't just..."
"Yes, I can." He brushed his thumb over my lower lip before leaning over to give me a soft kiss. "Let me handle this for you, okay? Let me be the Daddy. You've had enough thrown at you the last few weeks."
The lump forming in my throat made it hard to swallow, but there was still an overwhelming amount of relief flooding my system, knowing that someone else was going to take care of me for a while.
"Okay, Daddy."
"Good boy," he murmured, kissing me on my temple. "Now how about we get dressed, get you some breakfast and wait for that call from the cops?"
I nodded again, slower this time.
Colter gave me another kiss before climbing out of bed.
He tugged on a T-shirt, then reached for my hand in silent invitation.
It was such a simple gesture but it meant so much to me.
I slid out from under the covers and let him help me out of bed, loving the feel of his hands on my waist as I stood in front of him, looking up into his handsome face.
"I know this is scary, baby. But if you let me, I'll be with you the whole way, and you won't need to worry about anything other than giving your Daddy grief for feeding you veggies, okay?"
I nodded in response before giving him one last, quick, chaste kiss. "Breakfast, Daddy?
He smiled, nodded, and grabbed my hand, and led me to the kitchen.