9. Vinnie
9
VINNIE
My breath caught as Emory’s hand found mine, our fingers intertwining. That was when I knew, the night wasn’t going to end at the door. At least not if I had anything to say about it.
The date had been everything I wanted and somehow more. He was kind—no surprise—but he was also fun and nurturing, and the night flew by. There were no awkward lulls in our conversations, I didn’t feel like I had to hide any of myself from him, and he let me eat junk food. And yeah, “let” is a weird thing to be concerned with, but I was looking at him as a potential Daddy. This hadn’t been a typical date. It was a quasi test run.
So when we reached our hallway, he hugged me close and said, “I’d like to kiss you.” There was no denying him.
“I want nothing more.” Holding back wasn’t in the cards for tonight, there was no point in pretending otherwise. “But not a good night kiss. Come inside?”
His breath tickled my ear. “Lead the way.”
The moment I invited Emory into my bedroom, the rest of the world fell away. Nothing existed beyond the inviting curve of his lips as he smiled at me, the way he looked at me as if I was his next snack, the warmth of his hand intertwined with mine.
He pulled me close, our mouths meeting in a deep, searching kiss. Emory’s full lips were soft yet firm, parting with a sigh as he teased the seam of my lips with his tongue. I could spend hours just kissing him, tasting him, exploring his mouth.
His hands skimmed down my back, pulling my hips flush against his. Even through layers of clothing, the hard press of his arousal against my middle made my heart stutter, my own hardness begging to be set free.
We undressed each other slowly, stealing kisses between each piece of clothing shed. Emory was a Daddy. He’s shown that over and over again tonight. But in this, he didn’t push, didn’t try to take control. It was as if he wanted this to be us, just us, and not our roles.
He dropped my shirt on the floor and splayed his palms against my chest.
“Gods, Vinnie, you’re so gorgeous,” he murmured, his need wrapping around me.
I smiled, and he swept me up into another kiss, walking us backwards toward the bed. We tumbled onto it together, all wandering hands and tangled limbs. He took his time mapping the lines and planes of my body, tracing each dip and curve with fingertips, following behind with his mouth. I’d never felt so desired.
He lavished attention on my nipples, and my mind went straight to what he could do with his, how his unique gift to me that night had led us to here.
I arched off the bed as he gave it a tiny nip, then soothed the sting with his tongue before heading further south where he nuzzled into my happy trail. His mouth was so close to where I wanted it most.
“Please...” I pleaded, fisting his hair.
He understood the plea for what it was. Settling between my thighs, he took me into his mouth, engulfing me. He worked me slow and thorough, swallowing me to the root until I hit the back of his throat. All thought fled until all that was left was the sensation of being adored by this sexy Daddy.
“I’m going to…”
He popped off me before I could finish. “Not yet, baby. I want to be inside you when you come.”
“Yes!”
He reached for the lube on the nightstand, slicking up his fingers, then circling where I wanted him most. The first press of his digit into me had me groaning with pleasure and begging for more. He worked me open slowly, carefully, watching my face as he did. By the time he had three fingers buried inside me, crooking against his prostate with every thrust, I was a panting, pleading mess.
“Emory, please, I need you,” I gasped.
He withdrew his fingers and quickly rolled on a condom and coated it with another generous amount of lube. He hooked my legs over his hips as he lined himself up, the blunt head of his cock teasing my slick entrance.
“Look at me,” he urged softly.
I held his gaze as he pushed forward, sinking into me inch by delicious inch. We moaned in unison as he bottomed out, his hips snug against my ass.
“Fuck, you feel incredible,” he panted against my neck.
After giving me a moment to adjust, he started to move, pulling out slowly before rolling his hips forward. I moved with him, finding his rhythm with ease.
He angled his hips and found the spot inside me that drove me wild. I threw my head back, trying not to come too soon. He didn’t make it easy.
“Emory, I’m close. So close.”
“Me too,” he gasped.
“Don’t stop, please don’t stop!”
He reached between us to wrap a hand around my erection, stroking me in time with his thrusts. It only took a few twisting pulls before I was spilling my cum over his fist.
His orgasm quickly followed.
He collapsed on top of me, both of us trembling and spent. He held me close, fingers weaving through my sweat-damp hair as we caught our breath. When I finally found the strength to move, he carefully pulled out and disposed of the condom and cleaned us up with a wet washcloth he got from the bathroom.
He climbed back into bed and gathered me into his arms, tucking me against his chest. I burrowed closer with a content sigh, already halfway asleep.
“Don’t leave.”
“I won’t, my sweet boy. Honestly, I don’t think I could.”