14. Emory
14
EMORY
I counted the minutes until I was back in the room.
It was in darkness, but as my eyes adjusted, I picked out a hump in the bed. Vinnie was huddled under the covers, and when I flicked on a lamp beside the TV, he was clutching his stuffie but didn’t stir.
Usually when I arrived home, my boy either raced out of his place and jumped into my arms, or he’d open my door and greet me as if we hadn’t seen one another in weeks.
I loved his reactions, but him not acknowledging me was unusual, and I guessed it had to do with him meeting Mia. But while I would broach the subject, he had to be honest about his feelings.
“You awake?”
“Just.” His deadpan, one-word response reinforced my opinion that he was upset.
I sat on the bed, but he didn’t turn over, his back sending a message that he did not want to talk to me.
“Sorry I’m late, but I got caught up talking to people.” Glad-handing was an important part of getting new clients and reconnecting with existing ones.
“And was Mia one of those?”
And there it was. Thankful he brought it into the open, I responded with, “Not really. She was part of a larger group, but there were over 500 people attending.”
There was no response from my boy.
“Is there something you want to talk about?”
“No.” He reached for his paci on the nightstand and shoved it in his mouth.
This was going to take a while.
I got up and headed for the bathroom.
“Where are you going?” His voice was laced with fear as he sat up and spat out the paci.
“To have a shower. Did you want to join me?” I shucked off my coat and shirt.
Vinnie flopped back on the bed and rolled to face the window.
“No!”
I sighed and considered getting into the shower, allowing the water to wash away my annoyance. But we had to deal with this now or it would fester and reappear in future.
“Vinnie, look at me, please.”
“Don’t want to.”
“Vinnie.” That was my Daddy voice. Not higher than usual but lower. That got his attention.
He flopped over and glared at me.
“Tell me what’s upset you.”
“That woman. She said you played with her. Did you have sex with her? Do you prefer women? I’m confused and sad.” Tears spilled over his cheeks, and he wiped them with the sheet.
“I’m proud of you for telling me what was on your mind.” I crawled into bed. “I met Mia at a conference ages ago and then bumped into her at the club the same night.” I explained she was a Little, and yeah, we played. She ate dino nuggets, and we built a tower with blocks. “She’s a messy eater and got ketchup over her shirt and fingers.”
“And afterward?”
“I went home, and she stayed at the club when another Daddy introduced himself. The same Daddy she married.”
Vinnie fiddled with his tiger’s ear. “I was jealous. I still am, and I don’t like you being a Daddy to someone else.”
“I can’t change my past, and I don’t regret being with Mia at the club for a few hours.” I took his hand and kissed it. “Mia was a blip in my lifeline. But you are my present and my future.” I traced the longest line on his hand.
“Daddy, that's so sweet.” He snuggled up to me. “I’m sorry I was angry and scared.”
“It’s not how you were feeling that bothered me but that you weren’t talking to me. I’m not a mind reader.”
Vinnie bit his bottom lip, and my cock reacted as it always did. I pulled him close and whispered in his ear, “Want to have a shower with me?” I slid a hand over his hip and caressed his dick, covered only in the flimsy cotton PJ fabric. It swelled under my touch, and he whimpered.
“You’ll have to carry me, Daddy.”
I stripped off the rest of my clothes, and he gazed at my arousal, visible in the lamplight. Vinnie wriggled out of his PJs, and I didn’t wait to remove his shirt. Instead, I scooped him up and carried him into the walk-in shower.
With one hand holding him up, I turned on the shower and adjusted the temperature. Vinnie pulled me closer and kissed me, shoving his tongue into my mouth. I walked under the warm pounding water as he giggled and pulled his mouth off mine, mumbling he was still wearing his shirt.
I didn’t give a damn, and my mouth captured his as I fingered his hole. His breath quickened, and he slid off me, turning around, his shirt sticking to his curves. Gods, I wanted to fuck him so bad.
He braced himself on the wet tiles. “Fuck me, Daddy. I need your cock in my hole, and I want to scream your name.”
I reached for the lube in my toiletry bag and fingered him again, the lube so slippery I was already imagining gliding into him.
He panted, “Please, Daddy. Your cock. Give me your big, thick Daddy cock.”
Gods, I almost came.
I hitched his hips up higher and spread his cheeks while gazing at his hole, glistening with lube and droplets of water. My length was ramrod straight as I prodded his puckered entrance.
He shivered and grunted as I eased in the tip. “You’re so big, Daddy.”
Clasping both his hips, I slid into his depths. He was tight and warm and wet. I trailed kisses down his spine, but Vinnie wriggled his butt, saying he wanted to be fucked.
With my fingers pressing into his soft flesh, I pulled out so only the tip remained and slammed into him. Vinnie bucked his hips, creating a familiar hot longing inside me.
I rammed my dick into his hole, in and out, our panting barely audible above the water spraying onto our skin. Vinnie’s breathing sped up, but he couldn’t come. It was too soon, and I slowed my thrusts until my cock inched into him.
“Daddy, faster,” he begged, but I refused, impaling him with my cock and telling him to wrap his fingers around his dick and pump.
Vinnie jerked as he tugged his length, while I licked up and down his spine. Despite the water splashing over us, heat radiated from his body.
I squeezed his butt and he grunted, tugging his cock faster and shoving his ass back, taking me to the hilt. He squeezed around me, and I paused, resting my hands on the wall beside him, not wanting to come yet, needing to prolong our lovemaking.
I wanted this ride to be long and slow, but Vinnie was panting and pumping and shoving his butt back, taking me and sending goosebumps, each one tipped with water, scurrying over my skin.
With my body molded to his, only the water coming between us, my wet skin slapped on his slippery flesh. His grunts and my moans mingled with the pounding water.
“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy,” he yelled as my cock penetrated him. He reached back and took hold of my dick, tugging it as he did his, before letting go and allowing me to plunge into him. “It feels so good, and I want to come. Make me come, Daddy.”
I wanted to feel, to taste, to scent every part of this man I’d given my heart to.
My nostrils flared as I thrust my cock inside him, needing to give him the release he was begging for.
My cock slammed into him as he yelled my name, telling me he loved me.
Gods, I did too. “I love you, Vinnie.”
Now we fucked, hard, fast, and raw, water hitting our skin and bouncing off in all directions. Vinnie’s head was thrown forward as my cock filled him and his body convulsed. He yelled, “Daddy,” and cum splashed over the tiles.
Now I wanted my own release, I craved it as it raced toward me, and when my orgasm claimed me, I clung to Vinnie, my body vibrating.
“I love you, Daddy.”
“As I love you.”