Eddie
Daddy’s words light me up. I’m instantly eager to prove myself.
I’d bet anything he wants me to do just that.
Reaching up, I take hold of his waistband. I’m careful as I lift it and stretch the fabric to fit over his length.
The second his hard cock is revealed, I feel all my resolve to savor this fly out the window. How can I be patient when something so beautiful wants my attention?
I lean forward, breaths heavy with excitement.
“That’s it, baby. You want it real bad, don’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I say with a slight whine.
I trail my tongue from base to tip, delighting in his salty flavor. His scent fills my lungs as I move, further adding to the experience. His hands remain behind his head as I lap against him like he’s a special treat I want to savor.
And that’s exactly what I do.
I enjoy every inch of him.
Licking. Sucking. Exploring. I make sure not a single millimeter of him isn’t touched. If I thought he’d let me, I’d rim him too. I don’t think he’d have the patience though. He’s already on edge.
“Daddy,” I pant as I lean my head against his thigh.
“Yes, baby?” His voice is all grit and need.
I grip his cock, running my hand up and down slowly. “Will you let me sit on it?”
His length throbs in my grip. I have to hold back the grin I want to let out at his reaction. Especially since his face remains stoic.
“Already answered that.”
“Oh, yeah. That’s right. I can do whatever I want.”
He nods, only to freeze when I grip his base and slap the side of my face. I moan at the movement before repeating it twice more.
Since my eyes close on the third pass, I miss the minute Daddy’s resolve breaks. The next thing I know, I’m being lifted to a standing position and my clothes are being tugged free.
Daddy mutters under his breath, “Goddamn. Need you, baby. Need inside that beautiful ass right now.”
I shiver at the way he talks about my body. It makes me feel sexy. Makes me feel wanted.
When he reaches my still dry pull-up, he doesn’t even wait to ease it down. Daddy rips the side tabs open then lets it drop to the floor. My cock springs up, slapping my belly.
“Get up here.”
His tone is forceful but not mean. I know the man means business right now. No more messing around.
I ease down over him. My hands land on his shoulders to stabilize myself.
“Wait,” he says a second later.
“WHAT?! No, Daddy. No. I want it. I need it. Please don’t stop us.” The tantrum comes out of nowhere as my anxiety takes over.
His hands cup my face, holding me still. “I’m not saying no to this, baby. I’m stopping to get some lube. Hurting you isn’t an option.”
I gulp as tears pour down my face. “Oh,” I whisper.
He kisses me softly, then eases me on the couch as he rushes over to one of the boxes we didn’t unpack. I wondered why we didn’t get everything out of it too. When he produces lube and condoms from it a second later, I realize why.
That would have made for awkward conversation right this minute. I’m glad he thought ahead.
“Now then, where were we?” Daddy drops to the couch and makes quick work of sheathing himself. He takes a few minutes to stretch me, though at the two finger point, I have to urge him to fuck me already.
“Can’t wait anymore. Going to come too soon. Please!”
He nods, his fingers slipping free with a wet noise before he places both hands on my hips. “Ease yourself down, baby. I don’t want you to be in any pain.”
I hear his words. I really do.
And I attempt to follow them.
But the knowledge that I’m about to have him just how I want is too much. I can’t resist pushing past the burn that comes as he spreads me wider than I was ready for.
“Fuck, baby.”
“Yeah, Daddy. I… I know.” I let out a low moan as the pain fades into pleasure.
God, he feels amazing. So perfect.
“Are you ok?”
“I’m perfect,” I admit. “Never been better.”
He laughs, which shifts us both. I bottom out on him with the change. It’s his turn to be noisy. I clench around him at the sound.
“Don’t be shy, baby. Show Daddy how you pictured taking me. Ride my cock.”
There’s challenge in his voice, but there’s also awe. I accept both and give him everything I have. Rocking forward, I ride him like there’s no tomorrow. Like I’ll never have another chance to do this.
Which, if I have it my way, won’t be the case. I want to be with him like this as much as possible. Daily, if he’ll have me. Hell, maybe twice daily.
I really want to make a joke about Vitamin D and supplementing with sex. Maybe I’ll think of it again later.
Turning my focus back to the matter at hand—aka the best feeling in the world—I press my hands into Daddy’s chest to give me more leverage. The new angle has him hitting my prostate perfectly.
“Umph.” The half groan, half gasp comes out as the hands at my waist squeeze tighter. “Feels so good.”
“It does, baby. You’re so fucking beautiful like this. Stuffed full and eager to come.”
I nod, his words far too accurate.
Coming is exactly what I want. More so, I want him to come too. I need it, in fact.
“Daddy,” I start as I slow my hips. “Will you sit up? I want to be closer to you.”
He frowns for a moment before adjusting himself. His arms wrap around me to hold me still, which I appreciate. I’d probably cry if he slipped out right now.
“Like this?”
I smile, looping my arms around his shoulders. “Yes. This is much better.”
The adjustment brings us face to face, close enough I can feel his breath against my lips. When I rock forward and lift, his jaw drops.
It doesn’t take any words for me to know he’s as close as I am. The way his muscles shake beneath my hand and the utter euphoria in his gaze are all obvious signs of his imminent release.
When he holds me still a few minutes later, I feel his cock pulse inside me. As soon as he’s emptied himself, he tilts me back, spits on his hand, and strokes me until I’m a wailing mess. Said mess being the cum that coats his hand and my chest from my explosive orgasm.
“That was — yeah. More of this please. Nap first, Daddy.”
I roll off him and curl into the bed. He laughs before climbing from the bed. I hear the water come on in the bathroom, likely from him getting a towel to clean up with. My eyes close as exhaustion takes hold.
When I wake hours later, I find Daddy did actually clean us both. I’m tucked against his chest with a blanket draping over my back.
I kiss his chest gently, careful not to wake him before snuggling deeper against him. No need to rock the boat. I’m right where I want to be—in Daddy’s arms.
Epilogue I
Bram
“It was really nice to meet you. Don’t be strangers,” Marian tells me with a pat on the back. He and Link offered to see us off at the airport despite my protests. I didn’t want them to have to drive so far out of their way.
According to Link, it wasn’t a big deal. Friends didn’t mind the extra work.
While I’m chatting with Marian, Link and my boy are holding hands and practically crying while saying their goodbyes. We watch them quietly as they share whispered words and giggles.
“They are something else, aren’t they?” I mutter.
Marian nods. “They are, but we love them.”
“We do.”
“Time to get on the road,” Marian calls out to his husband. Link pulls back from Eddie with a reluctant look.
Eddie drifts over to me, his body pressing against my side like he wants to climb in my skin rather than just hug me. Knowing my boy, it’s likely an accurate assessment.
The couple waves before turning to head out of the front doors. Since we’re taking a private flight back, there isn’t much to the boarding process after that.
Once we’re in our seats, and I dismiss the attendant, my boy sighs. “What’s wrong, Eddie baby?”
“I think I’m going to miss this.”
“Miss what?”
He bites his lip, tilting his head back to look me in the eyes. “Miss it being just us. Your work schedule is really busy. I don’t want to throw a wrench in things, but I’m worried I won’t get to see you as much.”
“Oh, baby. That’s not the case at all. Didn’t we see each other quite a bit before when we were simply friends?”
“Yes,” he agrees.
“Then why do you think we’d see each other less now? If anything, I’m going to make more time to see you.”
“Really!?”
I run my finger down his jaw, taking in how utterly perfect he is. My sweet boy and his heart of gold.
“The truth of the matter is that I’ve been trying to brainstorm ways to get you to the office too. I thought about putting a desk in with mine so you could work with me sometimes. Or maybe I could renovate my home office and do a bit more remote time.”
He shoots upright. “Really?!”
“You sound like a broken record now, baby,” I tease. “And yes, I am serious. You and I are the real deal. I’m not going to say this is a holiday fling or that things need to change once we’re back home. Sure, they will change, but it’s all for the better.”
“All for the better.” He mumbles the words as he undoes his belt and climbs into my lap. Thank goodness the light had come on to tell us it was ok to move.
Not that I would have sent him away even if it hadn’t come on. His safety is important; however, I’d risk my life before letting him be in any type of danger.
I rub his back in small circles as he relaxes in my hold. It’s not until I hear his soft snores that I realize he’s fallen asleep again. If it was anyone else, I might be offended. Then again, I doubt I’d ever allow anyone else in this position.
My lap is only for my boy.
Same with my heart.
Surprisingly, Eddie doesn’t startle until we’re about to land. If I hadn’t dozed off myself, I’d have been able to intercept the attendant when she came around to tell us we were landing.
As it stands, I’m not too happy with the way she looks at us.
I’m not sure if she’s jealous of one of us or if there’s another reason her gaze can’t stop landing on us.
Either way, I’ll probably have to shoot a message to the company to let them know to be more discreet in the future.
I don’t want pictures or stories about me and my boy appearing in the news.
While they’ve speculated about our relationship in the past since we’re photographed together so much, no one has been able to pin down a solid story about us. Now though, things are different.
I want to protect what we’re building. What we’ve built.
He may only just now be mine in the romantic sense, but Eddie’s been a part of me for far longer. Maybe since the beginning if I stop to think about it.
“Why are you so tense?” Eddie asks as soon as we’re in the private car I hired to pick us up.
The driver closes the door with a dip of his head. I put up the partition to give us privacy before answering him.
“The attendant was a touch too friendly to my liking. Plus she woke you up and made you get out of my lap. I don’t like that.”
He giggles, delighted at my confession. “Oh, Daddy. Don’t be upset with her doing the job she’s supposed to.”
“Her job took you away from me. That’s unacceptable,” I growl as I tug him into my lap again.
Eddie doesn’t fight me on the move. Instead, he leans his head against my chest like before. This time is different though. He’s the one rubbing me, his small hand smoothing down my shirt in a rhythmic fashion.
“Daddy is so silly sometimes. No one could ever take me away from you. I’ve been waiting for this, for us. I don’t even see those other people.”
My heart rate calms at his words.
“Thank you, baby,” I whisper as I press a kiss to the top of his head.
We remain quiet the rest of the way home since there isn’t anything left to say. I find the silence peaceful when he’s in my arms. I don’t feel the need to check my emails or rush into the office. It’s as if I’m a completely different man.
The driver allows me to punch in the access code, then he pulls up to the front entry. After a generous tip, he leaves us to ourselves.
And we are absolutely to ourselves. I gave the rest of the staff the night off after making sure they took care of everything we’d need this evening.
“Go ahead and open the door. I’m going to get our bags.” I pat Eddie’s pull-up clad bottom, then watch as he shuffles to do as I say.
I never would have thought this would be my life, yet I can’t deny how happy it makes me. The pull-up portion of our dynamic gives us something new outside of the years of friendship and trust we’ve built.
Personally, I find it only makes me love my boy more. To know he wants to give me submission to such a degree is beyond my wildest dreams. I intend to make sure he never regrets choosing me as his Daddy.
Inside the entry, the surprise I asked Davies to help coordinate awaits us. Eddie’s gasp clues me in before I can see for myself. What I don’t expect are the tears falling down his cheeks when he whips around to leap in my arms.
Dropping out bags, I latch onto him. “What’s wrong!?”
He shakes his head. “Nothing. Absolutely nothing. It’s…”
“It’s…” I urge him to finish.
“It’s amazing. Perfect. I’m not going to be able to think of any more big words, Daddy.”
I laugh at how he shifts into his Little side right before my eyes. Walking us over the threshold, I take in the decorations. I can see now why my boy wants to sink into his safe space.
Balloons and streamers cover every inch of the stairs and living room area. There’s a cake on the table in the same baby blue and soft purple shades as everything else. Best of all, there’s a banner above the mantle that says, “Welcome home, Eddie Baby!” on it.
“Glad to see people can follow instructions,” I mutter as I take him deeper into the house. I’ll get our bags later. They aren’t as important as making sure my baby is taken care of.
Once we’re seated, he spins to look over the cake. The design is fairly simple, though the words on it hold more meaning than I think he expects.
TO MY FOREVER BOY. MY HEART IS YOURS. MARRY ME.
Eddie’s jaw drops as he slowly turns to face me. “Marriage?”
I shrug, then quickly adjust it to a nod. “We should probably wait a set amount of time or something before doing it, but I don’t want you to have any doubts, Eddie baby. You’re it for me. Always have been. I want to spend the rest of my life spoiling you.”
He surges forward, lips connecting with mine in a heated, yet brief kiss. I hold him tighter as he pulls back. It’s too soon to end it yet. I finally have my boy alone, in our home. It’s only right I savor him.
When a set of fingers tickles me, I jolt. “Baby?”
“Sorry, Daddy. You weren’t letting me talk yet. I have to answer you.”
I get the sense that whatever he needs to say is important. Not wanting to dismiss his feelings, I nod for him to continue.
“Thank you,” he says softly. Clearing his throat, he continues, “Yes.”
I wait for him to continue. Maybe even elaborate since he was so dramatic about stopping the kiss.
Only he doesn’t.
“Um, baby? Was that all?”
He rolls his eyes. “Was that all!? I say yes to marrying you and you want more.”
As he crosses his arms and turns away from me, I catch the upturn of a smirk on his gorgeous face. Seems like my baby wants to play. I should have known that bratty side of him would pop up again sooner rather than later.
Lifting him into my arms, I stand and rush to the stairs. Eddie squeals as he grips my neck tightly.
“Where are we going? What about the cake?”
“The cake can fucking wait. I need to remind my boy who his Daddy is, don’t you think?”
He shivers in my hold and gives me a slow nod. “I think that’s a great idea. Almost as good as the one where we get married.”
“Sassy boy,” I say with a chuckle. “We’ll see what else that mouth is good for.”
His eyes light up as he lands on the bed with a thunk. He quickly turns so his head is upside down and over the edge.
I raise my brow at the move.
“It’s the best way for me to take it all,” he confesses.
Humming despite the raging lust I feel at the visual his words bring to mind, I strip down until I’m naked, my hard length hovering over his mouth. My boy licks his lips, though he doesn’t reach up to take charge.
“Look at you, already learning to be patient. Funny how well you behave when my cock is involved.”
He nods quickly. “Yes, Daddy.”
His eyes never leave my length as I give it a few firms strokes. When my own resolve wavers, I finally slide between his spread lips.
It’s heaven.
It’s bliss.
It’s every-fucking-thing.
My boy sucks me like he’s determined to win a gold medal or earn a spot headlining for a major adult film studio. I bask in the attention he gives my body for a few minutes before doing some exploring of my own.
By the time we both come, we’ve sixty-nined, switched to where he’s standing, and even rimmed each other with some fingers thrown in to really tease one another. It’s the best welcome home I’ve ever received.
“Sleepy, Daddy. Go get the cake so we can snack before bed.”
I bark out a laugh at how demanding he is despite being a limp noodle of a worn-out boy.
Still, I can’t deny he’s got the right idea.
I’ll slip on something long enough to get the luggage inside, cut some cake off and store the rest, then come back to my boy.
If he’s not passed out by then, we’ll relax together until we’re too exhausted to stay awake.
And if he’s asleep… well, I’ll watch and wait like I’ve done before. He’s well worth the wait.