Chapter 7
Bram
The look of wonder in my boy’s eyes warms my heart. His face gives so much of what he’s feeling away. I love knowing the effect I have on him.
What I don’t love is how he hasn’t answered me yet. Either he’s too nervous to speak or he’s worried I’ll be upset he doesn’t want this.
“You can always tell me no, Eddie Baby. I promise not to be upset if this isn’t something you desire.”
I keep my hands on his knees. The touch can be taken as sexually forward or friendly comfort depending on his perspective. Either way, I want him to know I’m here.
There isn’t a thing he can do to push me away. If anything, I’m the one that pushed him away. I fucked up. And if he continues to let me in like he has tonight, I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to him.
Eddie whimpers, his body shivering as a gust of wind sweeps over us. I move to stand, thinking we should get inside. No matter what he chooses, it’s far too cool out here for this. I’m not sure what I was thinking.
Actually, I’m quite sure of it.
I was picturing how erotic it would be to tug my boy’s pants free and suck on his precious cock. I was thinking of the sounds he might make and how he’d shout “Daddy” in the throes of passion.
Basically, I was thinking with my cock rather than my brain.
As I start to rise, Eddie’s hand shoots out to grab mine. I freeze all movement and lock eyes with him. Slowly, his hand tugs mine until it’s at his waistband.
Without saying a word, my boy tells me what he needs. I smile at the approval that comes into his expression. He’s all smiles and lust-filled irises now.
“Do you want Daddy to take care of you?” He nods. “I need the word, Eddie Baby. A simple yes is fine, but Daddy has to be sure you’re on board.”
He huffs before shouting, “YES!”
I laugh at his bratty moment. He’s always been a handful.
It’s one of the many things I love about him.
The fact that he needs me to keep him in line is further proof we are meant to be together.
This dynamic, the one where he’s my boy and I get to care for him, allows us to highlight our true instincts in a balanced, loving way.
Even if he never wanted to make it sexual, I’d still care for him. I always have.
Though I admit my romantic feelings for him have been hard to bury. It’s a good thing he wants me just the same.
“My boy needs attention,” I whisper as I quickly work his clothes free. I pull his pants down to his ankles, leaving him bare from the waist down as he sits sideways on the seat.
His cock glistens proudly in the glow of the porchlight. My mouth waters knowing I’m about to get a taste of something I’ve wanted for so damn long.
Eddie grunts, shifting his hips forward like he’s trying to rush me. I chuckle, then plant my hands on his thighs to hold him still.
Without wasting another second, I wrap my lips around his crown. The taste of him makes me groan. I hear a similar noise coming from above. It’s followed quickly by a choked cry as I bottom out on his length.
“Daddy,” he gasps. Fingers combing through my hair, he pets me with what I’d guess is a mix of reverence and curiosity. I know my boy well enough to know those feelings along with many others are tearing through him.
Another gust of wind comes, reminding me we’re very much in the elements with dropping temperatures. As much as I’d love to suck his cock all night and day, I have to make this quick. I’ll draw it out next time. Maybe even make him beg to come.
Excited at the idea, I go all in on bringing his body pleasure. My tongue laps at him as I suck with every ounce of energy I have in me.
Twitching legs and broken cries from my boy make me feel as if I’m doing a damn good job. I smile around his cock as I go in for the kill.
I release hold of his leg with one hand, then cup his balls firmly. My cheeks cave as I swallow around his crown with my nose buried into the soft curls of his groin.
“Daddy!” he cries as his cock pulses against my tongue. I swallow down every drop he gives me, happy to know I’ve brought him the pleasure he deserves.
My boy will never wonder if I want him. He’ll never question just how desperate I am to make him feel good every chance I get. It’s going to be a battle not to do this all day every day.
Can I run my company with him in my office? Maybe blow jobs between meetings will make me more efficient. It’s a ludicrous idea, yet I know I’m already going to find a way to get him up there with me as often as possible.
I don’t pull back until I feel him slump against the seat. Only then do I release him from my mouth, letting him drop to his lap as I stare up at him.
“Daddy.” This time, it’s with a sound of wonder that he says my title.
I run my hand over his jaw, far happier than I’ve been in ages. When he shivers beneath my touch, I’m reminded of our situation and the worsening weather.
Tugging up his pants, I shake my head. “Look at what you’ve done to Daddy, Eddie Baby. Made me so hungry for you I didn’t even make it inside.”
He giggles like I hoped he would, all while moving his body to help me get him dressed. The minute he’s covered enough, I tug him into my arms, one arm under his ass and the other at the back of his neck. I use my foot to shut the door and then we’re moving toward the porch.
Eddie remains quiet as I unlock the door and get us inside. It’s only when I move to the bedroom that his voice comes back.
“Wow! So pretty.” He wiggles until I ease him down. Immediately, his hands run over the curtains hanging along the bedposts. “Princess bed, Daddy.”
At his bright gaze, I smile. “It does look like a princess bed, doesn’t it?”
I make a mental note to tell Davies about my boy’s opinion on the matter.
He’ll be amused, I’m sure. Then again, he’ll also be happy for me.
He’s known for a while now how obsessed I am with Eddie.
Though he’s encouraged me to say something, I remind him that he’s got his own relationship desires he won’t pursue. Hypocrite.
Eddie’s voice brings me back to the moment. “Hungry, Daddy,” he tells me while patting his belly.
I’d meant for us to come inside and continue exploring one another’s bodies. Looks like I won’t get the chance just yet. If my boy is hungry, then I need to take care of him before we do anything else.
“Let’s get that tummy filled up then. Who wants a ride to the kitchen?”
He gives me a quizzical look until I turn around and kneel. I feel his little body climb on my back as his arms lace around my neck.
“Ride! Ride!” He jerks against me, a lightness to his voice that’s been missing since I didn’t react kindly in the town earlier tonight.
I take off at a slight gallop as I move through the cabin. If anyone saw me now, they’d marvel at how a billionaire CEO can do something so silly. Good thing we’re alone. I have no desire to explain our relationship to anyone. It’s ours and ours alone.
Once we’re in the kitchen, I ease his butt onto the counter, then spin to pin him in place. “What does my boy want? I’ve got mostly big food, but there might be something frozen that’s Little enough.”
He nods, pointing to the fridge and freezer off to the side. I step away, opening the freezer portion to reveal stacks of bags. There are nuggets, fish sticks, mozzarella sticks, pizza pockets, and some ice cream.
I should have known Davies would have this place stocked at all times for some little treats.
The man is meticulous about this stuff. It’s partly why we get along so well.
Granted, most of his focus goes to his job, just like mine does to the company I run.
However, we can both agree there is a balance that comes with Daddy/little dynamics that our attention to detail thrives on.
“Do you want nuggets, fish sticks, or pizza?” I ask him.
He nods, as if he’ll get all three. I shake my head, then pull out the fish sticks since I know it’s the one he likes best. I’ve known him long enough to be sure of that much.
His little feet kick happily as I preheat the oven and lay out a slew of the frozen pieces on the tray. I work quickly to get it cooking before I settle back between his legs.
“What do you want to do while we wait?”
“Cuddles,” he answers immediately.
I don’t hesitate to pick him up again. He comes to me willingly, his koala behavior locking him tight to me as I move us to the couch. When I sit down, he positions himself in my lap facing me, his head buried in my chest as his legs settle on the sides of mine.
Humming gently, I rub his back in a soothing manner to encourage him to relax.
Little by little, his body sinks deeper into mine.
I enjoy the comfort holding him this close brings me as I watch the clock above the fireplace.
Despite needing to relish this, I know better than to burn his food by forgetting the time.
Neither of us speaks as the time passes, content to simply be together this way. I can’t deny how perfect it all is. The ease with which we’re accepting this new level to our relationship brings me great joy.
What I thought would be so hard is actually quite natural.
I hold him until there’s no putting it off any longer. Tapping his hip, I tell him, “Up, Eddie Baby. I’ve got to get the food.”
He rolls off me, tucking himself into a ball as he stares up at me. It’s the Littlest he’s been so far, and I revel in the fact that me holding him brought this on.
I cover him with a loose blanket before shifting into the kitchen to put together a plate.
Once I’ve got the pile of food and a cup of ketchup on the side for dipping ready, I settle down beside him.
Despite preferring something heartier, I’ll eat whatever he doesn’t finish.
It’s more important to have him taken care of than to prepare myself something now.
Eddie will always come first. It’s the Daddy way.