Steve 24.
I open my eyes immediately as I wake up. The body behind me is so different from yesterday morning. So. Very. Different. And the erection grinding lightly against my hip is far more substantial. Sorry, Chase, not sorry.
I slink from the bed as stealthily as possible, not wanting to wake Daddy just yet. I speed-walk into the attached bathroom, happy I remembered to bring my toiletry bag with me when I finally forced myself into Rowan’s room. After draining the snake, I brush my teeth and then decide to quickly shower. I do not know what Daddy has planned for us, but I know what I want to happen. Thoroughly clean, I dry off quickly, then open the bathroom door a little bit. I yelp in surprise finding Rowan’s bright blue eyes pinned on me. He chuckles when I slam the door shut on instinct. I shake my head, smiling at my own silliness, take a deep breath and reopen the door.
Rowan is sitting up against the headboard, one arm behind his head, the long lines of his body distracting for a moment as I linger on the flexing muscle of his upper arm. Then the movement of his other arm catches my attention, and my jaw drops as my hole clenches in need.
Good God, this man is unfairly gorgeous. So big, everywhere. My head bounces slightly as I follow the lazy stroke of his hand up and down the impressive shaft of his morning wood.
Suddenly, I’m struck with indecision. I’m not sure what to do. For the past year my sexual encounters have been dictated by a club member, or their pregnant and scary spouse. I haven’t had to make any decisions other than knees or back, and sometimes not even then.
“Come here, boy.” A shiver travels down my spine, just as it does every time he calls me that. I know it shouldn’t affect me like it does, but it’s the way he says it. Forceful yet affectionate. I walk quickly to him, stopping at the side of the bed. He swings his legs over and spreads them, then grips my hips and draws me closer. Both of us naked and exposed and yet I’ve never felt safer. I giggle when he drags his tongue up my flat belly and around my left nipple. He leans his chin against my sternum and looks up at me. Those eyes, so clear and confident.
“Give me your mouth.” He rises up as I lean down, and our lips meet. It’s chaste, no tongue, but I treasure the connection. He stands fully, lifting me from the floor and tossing me onto the bed. I bounce, laughing, marveling at his strength. “Lay across the bed, head over the edge.” I quickly move into position, gasping when he grips my shaft and squeezes hard. “Don’t touch yourself while I’m gone. This is mine.” Once more he squeezes, then releases my dick and walks into the bathroom.
I hum to myself as he uses the bathroom, running my hands up and down my body but pointedly avoiding my hardness. The sink runs for a while, but soon daddy reemerges, and a nervous chuckle escapes me.
“I cleaned myself up and brushed my teeth.” I nod and offer a tentative smile. I shouldn’t be nervous, but this is so exciting and new. Rowan’s stare softens as he watches me, cups my face and rubs his thumb along my bottom lip. “Are you ready?” I nod emphatically, he grins. “Open. Stick your tongue out. Circle the head, underneath, run back and forth over the frenulum piercing, down the shaft.” I’m eager to obey, loving the step-by-step instructions on how to please him. I don’t want to mess this up. I’m experienced, sure, but I’ve never been with Rowan, and I’ve never had a daddy.
I moan at his flavor. I enjoy sucking cock. Like, really enjoy it and I haven’t been able to do it nearly enough, not that I’m complaining. Following the same path, I make love to his long, girthy cock, tracing the veins, his unexpected piercing, his balls, and around the head. He groans when I run my tongue over his slit, his hips thrusting shallowly.
“Do you accept my claim?”
I pull back and tilt my head to meet his eyes, “Yes, Daddy.”
“Start at the head again.” When I get my rhythm back, he asks, “Do you object to moving in with me? We will get a real suite like Finley and Dungarees.” I don’t care where we live, if I get to sleep curled against him every night.
“No.” I choke on his cock when his hand suddenly encircles my dick, squeezing again just shy of painful.
“Do you want a Daddy/boy dynamic 24/7?” I pull away to answer, but he taps my cheek with his free hand. “Ah, ah, keep going as you answer, or I’ll stop.” He’s asking too much, how am I supposed to think coherently, let alone answer when he’s using me so deliciously?
He releases my dick, and I can’t stop the whine that follows. I rush to answer, my hand stroking as I breathe my words against his sensitive skin, “Not 24/7, but…” I stop abruptly when he twists his hand at the crown of my dick.
Rowan proves we are more in sync than I could’ve hoped for when he correctly guesses and leads me to finish my thought, “Do you want a Daddy/boy dynamic with Steve Valjean?
I gasp, “Yes.”
“Not with Ulysses Wainwright?” I keen in my throat, my back bowing at the rush of sensations overwhelming me. I pull his cock into my mouth and swallow tightly around him, sucking him like I’m drinking a milkshake through a straw. His hips stutter and I grin around him in victory. “Answer me, boy.” He lightly taps my balls in punishment. The touch of pain allows me to focus on his question, though my own hips rise seeking more.
“I want you to be in control when I’m here and in my regular life, but only offer support when I’m Ulysses, ensuring I’m taking care of myself but not interfering with my business dealings.” I collapse back onto the bed when I finish, my stomach dipping at the admission.
Daddy caresses my face gently, reverently, “That was very brave, boy. I’m proud of you.” Before the praise even has a chance to settle in my soul, Rowan bends over me, shoving his cock down my throat as he engulfs my dick in the hot, wet, heat of his mouth. It’s too much. An eternity later or maybe a few seconds, Daddy uses spit and precum to tease my hole. He builds us both up until we have no choice but to jump. I barely taste his spunk as it jets down my esophagus, more concerned with the way my dick jerks coating his tongue before he swallows around the oversensitive head of my dick. My body twitches, my stomach spasming in aftershocks from an explosive orgasm. Daddy releases my spent dick, and straightens, his cock still lodged firmly in my throat. “Every drop, boy.” My heart skips erratically, eager to please him. Holding his stare, I suckle his softening cock like a lollipop.
A few minutes later, daddy wipes us both down with a wet washcloth. He picks me up and positions me where he wants me, and I must admit I enjoy being his doll. I lie across him, his arms wrapped tight around me despite my size. With a sated sigh, I melt into him, letting his broad body surround me and decide I want every morning to start much like this.