Chapter Eleven
It’s been two weeks since I got my head out of my arse and let Carl back into my heart, and I’ve stayed with him every night. So today is the day. I look around the table at my family.
My mum seems to be having three conversations at the same time: one with my dad, one with my sister, and one with my niece.
I promised Carl I would tell them about him, about us today, and if he wants, he could come and pick me up afterwards.
“Only if your dad doesn’t own a shotgun or even a cricket bat.”
“I don’t think the suburbs of Leeds have much use for a shotgun, but he probably has a cricket bat lying around from back when he tried to pass on his enthusiasm for the game to me, which, to his chagrin, never happened. I’ll hide it before I tell them.”
“You do that.”
He kisses me and lets me get into work.
“I thought you’d like to know I’ve met someone,”
I say to no one in particular. Someone will pick up on it soon enough.
The talking continues for about ten more seconds. My eldest sister, Beth, is the first to catch up. “You’ve what?”
“Met someone.”
My mother turns to me. “You’re always meeting someone, Spence.”
“Well, this time it’s serious, and I thought you’d like meet him sometime soon.”
I put my knife and fork down. My mum and sisters squeal and clap.
My dad covers his ears and shushes them. “Good grief, you women need to hush. Is this the guy from the other week?”
“Yeah, we had a stumble for a little while, but we got over it, and now it’s good. Really good.”
“What’s his name? Do we know him?”
My mum beams at me, happiness shining in her eyes.
“I don’t know if you know him. Do you remember Nate Simpson? I was a friend of his when I was about fourteen.”
“I do, and he’s a lovely man. Quite well off, I think. How did you meet again? Oh, Spencer, this is lovely news.”
I shake my head and hold back my smile. “It’s not Nate, Mum. It’s his dad, Carl.”
The table is quiet, but then my sisters erupt in giggles. Beth turns to her husband. “You owe me twenty quid. I told you Spencer liked older men.”
Roger grumbles, pulls out his wallet, and gives Beth a twenty-pound note. My mum is still working out how I can date Nate’s Dad. “But you can’t be. He’s married and to a woman. Nate’s mum.”
“No,”
my dad says. “They got divorced. The rumors said it was because he was gay.”
He points his fork at me. “Good for you, Spence. I look forward to meeting him.”
“Thanks, Dad.”
Lauren smirks. “I bet you call him Daddy in bed.”
The table is back to its usual high level of decibels, and Lauren tries to explain to her husband, Darren, and Roger what a Daddy is. Mum pats my hand and tells me to ignore my sisters. My dad gives me a wink. “Call him whatever you want, Spencer.”
My cheeks heat. I’m sure they are bright red.
I send Carl a message to ask him to pick me up, and then I finish my dinner.
We’re all in the back garden when the deep growl of his Porsche rumbles closer and then stops. I dart out to the front to meet him. His smile could light up the city. He bends his head and kisses me.
“Are you sure you want to do this? My sisters don’t have a filter and say whatever comes into their heads.”
“I’m sure, little one.”
He takes my hand.
“Please don’t call me that in front of them. If they hear you, they’ll all be calling me by that name.”
I lead him up the side of the house and into the back garden. My sisters’ jaws drop, and I’m pretty sure Lauren mouthes “total Daddy”
to Beth. I’m going to kill her. Other than that, Carl meeting my family goes well. Darren immediately asks him about cars, and then they’re all out front, looking at his car.
Beth links arms with me. “He’s lovely, Spencer. And look at him. He can’t take his eyes off you.”
Sure enough. He’s talking about the car but gives me a wink. Beth swoons a little. “Please tell me you call him Daddy because damn, Spencer, I would.”
“I’m not telling you. I’m allowed some secrets.”
“I’ll take that as a yes, but I’ll keep that secret for you.”
She hugs me a little tighter, then lets me go. “I think you need to go before he’s taking them all for a drive.”
“I’ll see you next week. Have a good one, Sis.”
I step between Darren and Roger, and if I give them a non-too-subtle poke in the ribs, that’s what they deserved for hogging my boyfriend. Carl drapes his arm over my shoulder in casual ownership, and I lean into him. “Ready to go?”
Carl nods and says goodbye to my dumbstruck, adoring family while they ignore me. “Yeah, bye, Mum. Bye, Dad.”
I shake my head, but inside, I’m doing a happy dance.
After only fifty metres down the road, we both burst out laughing. “I can categorically say you were a success. In fact, I think they like you more than me.”
“Oh, baby, that’s not true. It’s because they love you that they like me.”
He squeezes my thigh, sending the usual tingles through my body. And of course he notices. “Always so responsive.”
His hand creeps higher.
“Daddy,”
I whine and clamp his hand in place.
“Move your hand, little one.”
His voice is stern. He continues his journey to my crotch and zip.
“You can’t mess about while you’re driving, Daddy.”
“Then make it easy for me and undo your jeans.”
“What are you going to do?”
My fingers are already on the button.
“Me? Nothing. You’re going to stroke yourself, and you’re not allowed to come. If you do, you’ll get punished.”
I let out a breath. I can do that. I release his hand, quickly undo my jeans, and pull out my dick. I look around. Thank god the tinted glass prevents anyone from seeing in. I give my hardening cock a stroke. If I go slowly, I’ll be able to hold off.
“Harder and faster, little one. I want to hear you pant as you hold on.”
We stop at traffic lights, and he leans over and kisses me. After a nip on my lip, he pulls away. “Come on. Keep going.”
A large pearl of pre-cum has burst from the slit, and I gather it to use as lube. I push my jeans down lower and tug on my balls to stop the orgasm that’s fizzing in my spine. I glance out the window. How much farther do we have to go? Shit, he’s gone the long way through the town. “I can’t, Daddy. I’m not going to be able to hold it in.”
“Of course you can. Think how happy you’ll make me. You don’t want me to spank you, do you?”
he asks, smugness in his voice. I groan. He isn’t playing fair, but he knows my guilty secret. I’ve begged for it a couple of times. He only has to mention him spanking me, and my climax rockets to my balls.
We’re getting closer to his building. Can I do this?
“You’ve stopped, Spencer. Keep going. It’s not far now. I’m sure you don’t want my handprints on your arse.”
“Unng!”
I grunt, and as he turns into the parking garage, cum splatters over my hand.