Chapter Fourteen
Zeph
“I’m big now.”
Brock and I had spent a beautiful afternoon together at his home, learning what it meant to be daddy and little together and play.
Or, rather, learning more. We’d had our one time at Chained, months ago, when we met.
And we talked about another session all the time, but unfortunately most of those conversations were via text or Facetime because my boy worked far too much.
And he wasn’t receptive to changing that dynamic—the work one.
He believed he was putting in the necessary hours to achieve his career goals.
As a new daddy, I didn’t have the experience many of my friends did, but they were glad to offer advice. Which went something like, many littles were workaholics and used their time in the playroom or with a daddy in general to decompress. To relax and calm down.
But it had been worth waiting for. And now, the little time was over, as certified and asserted by Brock. He went into the bedroom and emerged wearing comfortable lounge pants and a white T-shirt. “Would you like a drink?”
“Now that you’re big, yes, I think that would be nice. What do you have?”
“I don’t keep a lot of alcohol in the house,” he said. “But I have a nice bottle of red wine. Would that be all right? And some cheese and crackers?”
“I’d like that. It sounds relaxing.”
“Then you stay here in the living room, and I’ll take care of you now.”
I protested for just a moment, more used to being the person who took care of others, but when he pressed me down into the sofa, I laughed. “All right. You are the host, after all.”
He disappeared into the kitchen and was gone only a few minutes before returning with a tray holding a bottle of wine with a corkscrew stuck in the top, a couple of glasses, and a plate of cheese and crackers and olives. “Here we are. Now, would you like to watch a movie?”
“I would.” Accepting a glass from him, I held it up and admired its ruby sheen. “Very pretty.”
“Yes, but how does it taste?” He watched as I took a sip and swished it around. “I’m not a connoisseur, but I think it’s lovely.”
“Yeah?” He tipped the glass back. “I’m not an expert either, but this was a Secret Santa gift last Christmas, and I was hoping it would be good. I like it.”
“What movie shall we watch?”
We settled down with the remote and found a rom-com neither of us had seen that seemed like the right thing for cuddling on the couch.
Which we did. Cuddled. When the cheese and crackers were gone and we were halfway through our second glasses of wine, I took the glass from his hand and set both on the coffee table.
Brock arched a brow, and I patted my thigh. His grin was adorable but very grown-up as he nodded. “Daddy, what did you have in mind?”
I laughed, a deep release that I couldn’t remember doing in the longest time. Yes, I had something in mind, but even if we just sat here eating crackers the rest of the evening, it would be the best, most joyful day ever. “How do I even deserve you?”
He batted his eyelashes and shook his head. “I don’t know, but we can try to find out.” Leaning into me, he threw a leg over my lap and his arms around my neck. “Daddy.”
Brock wore far too many clothes, as did I, but we managed to struggle out of them in record time before he settled astride my lap again. Every move we made got me harder. Kissing and touching, we were close to doing the deed when I realized something.
“Do you have any lube…or a condom?” Why hadn’t I brought something—obviously because I thought we were just having a playdate and didn’t think beyond. My new-daddy inexperience showed.
“Yes.” He got up and disappeared then returned with a strip of condoms and a box holding a new container of lube. “I thought…I hoped…” He swallowed. “I didn’t mean to imply…”
“Brock?”
“Yes?”
“Give me the lube.” I took it from him and kissed his hand.
“And thank you for planning for us. I don’t think either of us would want to stop now or go out to the drugstore.
” I kissed him, breathing in his heat and teasing his lips open with the tip of my tongue.
“Is there a more comfortable place to continue this?”
“Mmm.” He pointed, and I scooped him up and headed in the indicated direction. Brock flicked the hallway switch as we passed, casting a beam of light across the bed centered against the far wall.
I laid him on the edge of the bed and knelt between his legs. “I want to check one thing.”
He struggled up on his elbows. “Is something wrong?”
“Let me see.” I closed my mouth over the head of his cock and swirled my tongue around it.
Releasing it, I shook my head. “No. Nothing wrong there.” I went back to work, so to speak, kissing and licking and sucking, taking more of him in with each bob of my head.
His whimpers and wriggles had me moving faster, while reaching for the lube.
Opening the box, pulling out the tube, and squeezing some of the slippery stuff onto my fingers while sucking on Brock’s cock like an especially tasty lollipop was a challenge.
Something like tummy rubbing and head patting at the same time.
Just a whole lot sexier…and maybe a little more awkward.
But if Brock noticed, he didn’t complain, especially when I put those slippery fingers to work, prepping him.
One, then two entered him, pushing past the tight ring of muscles to access his also-tight channel.
I continued sucking, scraping my teeth down his shaft and working a third digit into his ass.
At the attempt of a fourth, he shouted and spilled into my throat.
I swallowed, gulping as much of it as I could before the last dribbled down my chin.
Rising, I pulled my fingers out and tore open a condom. Brock lay panting, watching me roll it on. He licked his lips, and this time I shivered.
Positioning my cock at his hole, I stopped and squirted more lube in my palm then slicked up the condom. The man was tight, and I didn’t want to hurt him. “I’m going to go slow,” I said. “You are so…”
“Virginal?” he quipped. “I’m not, but close enough.” Throwing his head back, he bucked his hips. “Please don’t go slow.” Raising his knees, he hugged them to his chest, opening himself wide for me.
Between the lube and the position, I wound up balls deep, massaged by his walls, his hungry hole gripping my cock, milking me. “I won’t last long if you keep that up.”
“We can do it again.” He reached grabby hands to pull my face down to kiss him. “You taste salty.” He licked my lips and groaned.
I’d have had to be a lot stronger to have held back at that point. I lifted his ass in my palms and filled the condom tip with cum.
We did it again an hour later.
And at dawn, and in between, we held one another close. Spoke softly and shared a lot about our pasts that we hadn’t before. Our walls down, we crossed a line and became a couple for real. With only one real problem.
Brock’s workload showed no signs of easing, and even this evening had been stolen time. I wouldn’t tell him what to do or offer any unsolicited advice, but I hoped there would be a solution soon. Shadows under his eyes reflected the long hours he put in.