6. John
Chapter six
John
Watching Riley work fills my heart with joy. After he finished showing me around, I decided to hang out for a bit and catch up on a few emails. We shared secret smiles and a few glances. Meeting Riley turned out even better than I ever could have imagined. I was still shocked he knew what I looked like this whole time.
I feel silly for worrying over nothing.
Based on the admiring looks and the playful touches from Riley, it’s clear that he’s just as interested in me as I am in him.
I send one last email and decide it’s time I stop acting so creepy and head home. I’m eager to start working on that custom spanking bench order from one of Dark Satin’s members. Feeling playful, I jot down a quick note to my boy, letting him know I had a wonderful time and can’t wait to see him again.
Then I carefully fold the note into a paper airplane. Riley is back at the Christmas tree with Meg as they take down the ornaments. I didn’t miss the longing in Riley’s voice as he continued talking about how sad he was about removing the Christmas decorations.
It got my mind whirling with fun ways I could surprise him. With a few emails sent to Hunter and Cal, an idea has formed.
When Riley isn’t looking my way, I throw the paper airplane toward him. It lands in the Christmas tree just to the right of his shoulder. With a huge smile on his face, he whirls around as soon as he figures out that I was the one who threw it.
He unfolds the note and reads it. I watch as his whole face lights up. Riley practically skips my way. I hold my arms out to him, and he crashes into me with such giddy excitement it makes me wonder if he’s hovering somewhere between adult and little.
“Thank you for coming here tonight, Daddy,” he whispers in my ear.
I shudder against him and smile. “We still need to talk about the whole Daddy thing and what type of relationship this is, but we can do that some other time when you aren’t working.”
Riley shakes his head. “If it’s okay, I’d like to call you Daddy. We can iron out the specifics later, but I don’t want to miss out on any more time with you.”
I’m about to say something, but Riley continues, determined to win. And damn, if a boy fighting for what he wants isn’t hot, I don’t know what is.
“No, Daddy, just listen. Did you know I was supposed to go on that cruise back in June?”
My eyes widen.
He nods. “I got so nervous thinking about all the people who would be on the ship and wondering what they would think about me, I chickened out and decided not to go. I could have met you back in June. Or the day of the auction, when you bought that scone? I was nervous then, too, and left work early to settle my nerves before going on stage. And, well, you know the rest.”
“I had no idea.”
Riley smiles. “I don’t want to second guess anything or make myself nervous. I hate being nervous.”
I hug him to me. “It’s okay, baby boy. We all get nervous sometimes.”
“I know, but I don’t want to second guess us . These past few weeks have meant everything to me. Your texts are the highlight of my day. I love the way you looked after me and cared for me. I want you to be my Daddy.” He lets out a deep breath. “I also want to tell everyone that you’re my boyfriend.”
My heart fucking soars.
I kiss the top of Riley’s head. “Oh, my brave boy. I want that too. More than you can ever imagine.”
Riley’s pretty brown eyes sparkle with unshed tears.
“Dear lord, please tell me those are happy tears.”
His head bounces eagerly. “They are.”
With a grin, he reaches for my hand and tugs me through the door marked ‘ Employee’s Only .’ I follow him into a small room I assume is his office, before he shoves me into a chair and straddles my hips.
Suddenly, his lips are on mine. It isn’t a quick peck like I was expecting, no. This kiss is desperate and needy. It’s something so sensual that it has us both melting against each other and groaning. Riley tastes like caramel and coffee, and I can’t get enough.
I deepen the kiss, and his lips part easily. By the time I pull away, we are both panting and hard.
“As much as I want to continue this, baby boy, I think someone will come searching for us soon.” I give his cute little bubble butt a quick spank. “And now that you’re officially my boy, I don’t want anyone seeing you like this.”
I reach for a clean tissue on his desk and make a show of patting his wet lips dry. Riley giggles and squirms against me. “Boy,” I growl, which only causes him to giggle again.
I narrow my eyes and give him my stern Daddy look.
“Okay,” he says breathlessly. “I’ll be good.”
I smile and place a soft peck on his lips. “Good boy.”
He shivers and laughs at the praise. “No fair!”
“Now, get back to work, baby.” I chuckle. “Call me when you’re safe at home and cuddled up under your blanky I gave you. Okay?”
Riley’s head bobs in that adorable way of his. “Yes, Daddy.”
The rest of my night speeds by. Feeling inspired, I start working on the spanking bench as thoughts of Riley smiling over at me filter through my mind. The way he batted his lashes from behind his mug, or the way he lit up when we talked about Cinny Latte and his baking.
Even though today wasn’t an official date, it sure felt like one. And it was the best date I’ve ever had. I didn’t want to leave his café, but I knew I had to stop distracting him while he was at work. We planned on seeing each other again tomorrow, and I had the perfect date in mind. I’m going to spoil my boy.
My boyfriend.
And there are those damn butterflies again, swirling happily in my stomach and reversing time like I’m some teenager experiencing his first crush.
Someone once said that Daddies aren’t supposed to feel this way. They’re always cool, calm, and collected, in control of their emotions. Well, they’re morons, the lot of them. If falling for Riley has me feeling this way, then I’m all for it.
I stride into my new bathroom and start up the water so it can get hot. After working on that bench for so long, I’m smelling ripe and in desperate need of a shower. I tug my clothes off and step under the warm spray as it heats.
Lathering up my washcloth with soap, I take my time gliding the material over my skin, until I feel that telltale tingle in my balls, and my dick grows hard. I lean against the tile wall and remember the way Riley squirmed on my lap. The way he wiggled and happily bounced against my erection while we made out.
Fuck, the boy really knew how to kiss.
I stroke myself to thoughts of Riley hard and begging for me to take care of him. It doesn’t take long for me to come to the naughty image of my boy horny and moaning in desperation.
After I finish cleaning up, I walk into my bedroom and check my phone. There’s a missed call from Riley, and I curse myself for taking too long in the shower. Tapping on the adorable photo of him in the apron I got him, I call him back.
“Santa Daddy!” Riley squeals into the phone. “I missed you.”
My heart fills with warmth when I hear the child-like glee in his voice. “Baby boy, are you little right now?”
Riley giggles. “I little, Daddy!”
Damn, I wish I was there with him.
As if hearing my thoughts, Riley giggles into the phone again. “Come over, Daddy.”
“I want to, baby, but it’s late and—”
“Please?” he begs.
It’s that one tiny word that has me reaching for my keys and plugging his address into my Google Maps . To my surprise, Riley only lives five minutes away. And by the time I knock on his door, I’m eager and happier than I have ever been before.
Riley throws the door open with a beaming smile. He’s in a cute little onesie and he’s bouncing on the balls of his feet. Something purple catches my eye. He has one arm clutched around Eefoowie.
“Daddy!” he cheers as I walk inside. I lock the door behind me and peer around at his house, smiling when I see the lit-up Christmas tree in the corner. My boy might have been forced to take down his decorations at work, but it looks like he has no problem keeping them up here in his own home. Riley’s toys are scattered all around the living room, but everywhere else looks spotless. When he’s big again, I’m going to have to praise my boy for keeping his play area in one spot.
I kiss the top of his head.
“I little, Daddy!” he repeats.
“You are, baby boy.”
He wraps his arms around me and gives me a tight hug. “Will you play blocks with me?” Riley yawns.
“I don’t know, sweetheart. You look tired. Should we go cuddle in bed together instead?”
Riley yawns again but shakes his head. “Is okay. Blocks first.”
“You’re going to be good for Daddy, aren’t you?” I ask gently.
Riley’s eyes pop wide, and he nods.
“Good. Why don’t we get you ready for bed? We’ll play tomorrow,” I say, just as he pouts, looking so damn adorable. “Instead, I can tuck you in and read you a story. How does that sound?”
“Will you stay the night and cuddle with me?”
“Do you think big Riley will be okay with that?”
Riley beams. “He’ll be doubly okay!”