Chapter Thirteen
Paxton
His bedroom managed to bridge the gap between little and big.
All those shelves of well-loved stuffies offset by the in-box figures that were more valuable in terms of dollars and cents but surely not worth half as much as the other items. He might sell the boxed things one day, and probably would be able to part with them if there was a good reason. But the stuffies?
Never.
No little would.
And the bed, even with its anime blanket, was a grown-up paradise waiting for us. Although, earlier, it had also been a haven for his little side. But now, hours later, after we’d gotten up and had something to eat, I looked at it differently.
When we worked together, I’d been very worried about Nico learning I was a daddy and rejecting me. But I had put less thought into what might happen on the big end of things, which seemed super odd to me now that we faced one another across that bed.
As if we’d slept in the same bed for decades, we each took hold of the blankets and folded them down to the footboard.
Then, slowly and carefully, I moved around and unbuttoned the flannel shirt Nico had donned a bit earlier.
He wore a thermal under it, and I glided that up his torso, body heat warming my palms. Piece by piece, I undressed him, wanting to make every moment last. A memory for a lifetime.
We were going to do this, to get naked and climb into that oh-so-comfortable bed, and see how it went.
So hard, my cock vibrated in my pants, I had no doubt I wanted him, more than anyone ever in life.
But did he feel the same? And would he after tonight?
Yeesh, I never had confidence issues, felt solid in most aspects of my life except where Nico was concerned.
With a pretty bad track record of coming clean with him, I’d made a solid step in the right direction.
Finally. And all I could do was be myself.
Nothing else had worked. Waiting for him to guess or show me a sign had failed.
“Sweet boy.” I helped him out of his pants and undershorts before gathering him in my arms. “You are magnificent.”
“I’m not, really.”
“You are.” I kissed him, lips parting under mine with a sensual ease.
His mouth was warm, his tongue eagerly welcoming mine.
Between kisses, I stripped myself with none of the finesse I’d used on him.
I’d already seen myself naked, thank you, and all I was interested in was him.
Nico clung to my shoulders as I eased him back to lie on the bed and dropped to my knees in front of him.
He had bulked up some since we were last together, those few pounds I’d noticed all muscle, likely from his work around the property.
It looked great on him. But what had my attention at the moment was his cock, fully erect and bobbing in front of my face.
Stroking my palms down his thighs, I licked my lips, mesmerized by the clear droplet of precum on the very tip of him.
“Pax, you’re killing me.” He lifted himself on his elbows and stared down his body at me. “Is that what you’re trying to do?”
“No. I’m trying to do this.” Sticking my tongue out, I licked the droplet away and smacked my lips. “There.”
“That’s it?” His voice was strangled, his hands in fists. “No more?”
“I’m not sure.” I trailed a finger over the red, swollen head. “Did you want more?”
“Daddy!”
I chuckled. “Okay, no more teasing.” I wasn’t sure which of us was suffering more, so I fisted his shaft and closed my lips around his cock, taking him in and swirling my tongue around him. He tasted salty and warm and perfect.
Nico sat up and braced his hands on my shoulders, holding on while I bobbed up and down, sucking and licking and nibbling while his hips undulated and his moans were music in my ears.
Then he gave a shout and filled my mouth with his cum.
I drank it down, licking him clean before releasing him and leaning back on my heels.
He fell back again, panting, his ass poised on the edge of the mattress and his legs hanging down. “That was…it was…”
“I hope the word you’re going for is good?” I asked, planting a kiss on his softening cock.
“So much better than good. I’ve dreamed of this, with you.”
He had? I hadn’t dared. “I’m glad I didn’t disappoint.”
“You always looked so handsome coming into the office and everyone respected you.”
“They did?” I hadn’t really noticed.
“Mostly because you always genuinely seemed to care about them and about things going well.”
I climbed up to lie next to him. “Huh. Well I did. It was my job to make things as smooth as possible. Sometimes that could be difficult, but it was always worth it.”
We talked a few minutes, while he got his breath back then he reached into the nightstand drawer and tossed me a tube of lube. “That is, if you aren’t done with me?”
I uncapped it and squeezed a gob into my palm. “We’ve just begun.” I took my time slicking up my cock before turning my attention to his hole. He was tight, but when I inserted one finger coated with the slick stuff, he groaned and sighed. “Like that?”
“Yes, I do.” He was already getting hard again, and while I worked him, easing a second finger in and a third, moving them apart and together until I judged he was ready for me and until I couldn’t wait any longer.
“Climb on top of me, Nico.”
“Really?” A hint of excitement colored his tones. “I’ve never done that.”
“You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
“No…I do.” He sat up and swung a leg over my hips, kneeling so the head of my cock nestled in his crack. “Oh my gods.”
Clamping my hands at his hips. I helped him ease down until I penetrated the ring of muscles, eased by the preparation but still very firm. It was why I suggested the position. “You’re in control, Nico. Move when you’re ready.”
His breathing grew quickly harsh, his pupils dilated as he descended, engulfing my cock an inch at a time before coming to rest, my balls against his ass.
Then he bounced up and down, taking me all the way in then out just to the tip and down again.
I released his hips and closed a fist around his hardened shaft, managing to stroke him while his gyrations grew wilder, and I tried to hold out as long as possible, to make it good for both of us.
But as I struggled for control, his cum poured over my hand, stealing any self-discipline I had left.
I filled him, crying out his name as he fell forward to lie on my chest.
In a perfect position for kissing.
So I did.