Chapter 11 #2
My legs framed his, and his legs rested over mine. The warm water lapped against us, and knowing his naked body was only inches away made it tough to focus. All I wanted was to pull him under me and make him forget anything that was not this moment.
Not touching him wasn’t an option anymore. I lifted one of his feet from where it rested on my thigh and rested it in my lap. When I pressed my thumbs into the ball of his foot, Casey let out a moan and dropped his head against the rim of the tub.
“Oh my god, that feels so good, Daddy. You don’t even know…” His voice drifted off as he gave in to the sensation.
There was so much tension along the bottom of his foot that I had to work it out with my thumbs, fingers, and knuckles.
Casey moved between guttural moans and soft sighs, with the occasional low groan slipping out.
Watching him let himself just exist in the moment, fully relaxed, was the rush I’d always hoped being a Daddy would provide.
I felt needed in a way that came close to how I felt about my team, but I didn’t want them touching my dick.
And I sure as hell wanted Casey to put his hands on me.
“Daddy, you gotta help me,” Casey muttered.
“What’s wrong?”
He hadn’t bothered to open his eyes where he lay with his head resting on the rim of the tub. Casey shifted himself under the water, sending waves lapping dangerously close to the edge.
“I don’t know what you need help with,” I said.
“Need you to stop being polite.”
“Say less,” I answered as I set his foot aside and stood up.
My wet hair and body dripped, but Casey stared at me with a heaving chest. Our bath was forgotten. I reached down and pulled him up until he was face-to-face, chest to chest with me. “I gotta get better at reading the room,” I muttered, mostly to myself.
“If you’re around, go ahead and assume I’m down for it, Daddy.”
That was enough for me to cover his lips and delve into the sweet wetness of his mouth. He matched me move for move. His arched back pressed his semi into me, and whatever half-formed thoughts I had about going slow flew out the window.
“C’mon, bub, there’s a bed calling our names.”
In the few seconds it took to leave the tub and reach the bed, I already missed having his body against mine. If he was near, I wanted him close. Me touching him, him touching me—I was down for either so long as it was happening.
We collapsed in a tangle of limbs on the coverlet with our bodies still dripping with water.
Our hair slung droplets across the bed, the pillows, and ourselves, but it didn’t matter because my tongue was in his mouth and his hardened cock pressed against my stomach.
I snaked a hand down and took him firmly in my fist. His full-body shudder spurred me to grip him and squeeze lightly.
“Daaaaaddy,” Casey moaned.
Only touching him wasn’t enough. My mouth was lonely for the taste of him.
I pushed myself off him, leaned down, and allowed my lips to brush the head of his cock.
It glistened with a few drops of precum.
I swirled my tongue around to capture any wayward drops.
Casey’s slight thrusts made me smile. My boy liked my mouth on him, and I was a happy man.
With a sigh, Casey surged forward, and I pulled his cockhead farther into my mouth.
What had been drops was now a steady stream of precum that covered my tongue.
Fucking delicious. I hollowed my cheeks while I sucked him into my mouth until my nose was buried in the nest of soft curls at the base of his dick.
His surges became before forceful when he forgot to be polite and turned himself over to the need.
“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy.” Casey’s chants echoed around the room. My cock leaked, leaving a sticky mess on the bed where it was trapped against the cover. Fuck it. That’s what washing machines were invented to fix.
I pulled off long enough to ask, “What do you need, baby?” before immediately returning my mouth to his dick.
But the pressure in my cock was too much to contain.
I needed some relief. One of my hands dropped to my dick and pulled, but I needed to firmly grasp the base to avoid embarrassing myself like a teenager seeing his first naked body in person. Casey’s naked body set me on fire.
Calling him baby felt too easy, like the word had been waiting for him all along.
“You. I need you.” The whine in his voice made me smile.
“Then you’re gonna have me.”
Casey’s hands gripped my hair and his fingers threaded tight.
I swallowed fast to take his beautiful cock as it slid into my throat.
My nose pressed into his curls again and the heat between us filled the room.
My cock strained for more than the occasional brush.
I needed him to take all of it until I could let go and push him over with me.
I pulled off long enough to wet one finger. I took him back into my mouth while my index finger nudged the opening of the place I knew would send him over the edge. Slow and careful, I eased the tip inside. Casey twisted against my finger, trying to push down on it.
“Slow down, baby. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I don’t care,” he said through heavy breaths.
“Well, I do.” I pulled back from him and felt along the bedside table for a condom and the lube. His head dropped to the pillow and his hand replaced my mouth.
“That’s right, baby. Keep yourself ready for me. You look so pretty on my bed. God, that cock is pretty, just like you.” It was flushed a deep, angry red. His solid six inches made my mouth water. I wanted to bury myself in his ass until he forgot everything except me.
I popped the lid off the lube and squirted some of the gel onto my fingers.
Casey watched me through hooded eyes, but his hand never stopped stroking his cock.
His parted lips let his tongue poke through, and that was a temptation too powerful to pass by.
My mouth dropped again to taste him, and Casey eagerly parted his lips.
Our tongues slid against each other, and tendrils of need snaked around my body.
“Baby, I need you so fucking much,” I panted when we finally broke apart. Rather than answer, Casey ground himself against me. His length was hard and sticky from his leaky cockhead and it smeared across my stomach.
I felt marked. Wishful thinking, but I was manifesting the shit out of the idea.
Casey’s mewling brought me back to the here and now. With a few tugs, he was back to thrusting into the air, and I wasn’t sure that the torture I was inflicting on myself wouldn’t do me in.
“Daddy, hurry up,” Casey whined. I had no idea he was so impatient, but it was hard to be bothered by it when it was me he wanted. “Just get in me.”
“Silly boy, we gotta prep you,” I chuckled.
“Nah.”
“Yeah.”
Rather than keep him waiting, I eased a lube-slicked finger into his tight channel. His slow hiss curled around my cock, and somehow, my shaft steeled more. Given how he was bearing down, after only a few movements, I added a second finger. His accompanying groan spurred me on.
Splayed in front of me, with one knee hooked over my elbow and his other planted on the bed, he looked shameless. And beautiful. And so fucking sexy. His hooded eyes were cloudy with need for this. For me. For us.
“You want more, baby?”
“Need…more…need…you…” Casey huffed.
“I need you too,” I answered.
There was more to my response than he knew, but he didn’t need to know that right now. Giving him what he wanted, what he needed, was enough for now. I carefully added a third finger, and Casey’s gasp stopped me instantly.
“Don’t you dare stop,” he ordered.
“I’m not gonna hurt you.”
“It’s fine. It’s good,” he panted. “It’ll be fine.”
“Shhh, I’ll take care of you,” I promised.
A soft smile transformed Casey’s face from pure lust into something softer. I refused to examine it further. Right now, the only thing that mattered was making sure this beautiful, kind, generous man felt fucking amazing.
With a quick jerk, I grabbed the condom, rolled it on, then drizzled lube in a thin line.
The strokes it took to put lube on myself brought me too close to the edge.
With a prayer to anyone listening, I grasped the base of my dick and squeezed, trying to stave off my imminent release.
It took longer than I expected, but I was able to keep the urge to explode on Casey at bay.
“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy,” Casey chanted.
“I know, baby,” I whispered before dropping my mouth to his sweet lips.
For my peace of mind, I plunged my fingers into his tight channel a few more times to make sure he was ready.
Casey ground against me. When I thought he was stretched enough, I withdrew my fingers, drizzled more lube on his hole, and lined up my dick with his waiting hole.
The first ring of muscles was tight, but I eased myself forward.
Casey, despite the grimace on his face, tried to push himself down.
“Baby, I swear to whatever god is enjoying the show that if you don’t stop trying to rush this, I’m gonna stop altogether and jack myself off instead. You’re going to hurt yourself, and I’m not going to let that happen willingly. Got it?” The sternness in my voice broke through his fog.
“Got it.” Casey looked chagrined, but the lust in his eyes hadn’t dissipated at all.
Inch by inch, I eased my way into his channel. When I was fully seated, I waited while he adjusted to the intrusion. For someone who was pushing for me to get a move on, it took him a long moment to become accustomed to the pressure.
“You all right?” I murmured into his ear. To pull me closer, Casey hooked his ankles around my back and yanked. “That’s a yes, I guess.”
Casey’s lips smiled against my neck. Rather than answer, I pulled back out and surged back into him. His shout and tightened legs spurred me into doing it again. And again. And again.
We stopped trying to use words and let our bodies take over. Sweat dripped and mingled as thoroughly as our groans and sighs. We chased the same rush, and it could only come from each other. I desperately wanted to send him into the stars. Casey’s arched back sent me chasing him after him.
Each stroke and pulse sent us soaring higher. Casey yanked my head down and smashed his lips against mine. He thrust his tongue inside my mouth and took all that he wanted from me. I gladly gave it.
“Baby, I can’t…I need…”
“Daddy, I want all of you,” Casey panted between ragged breaths.
He couldn’t have known those words would hit me like a freight train. I redoubled my efforts to blow his fucking mind. If I could shatter him in all the best ways, maybe he’d see this as something worth exploring with me for more than a good time.
I pistoned my hips until each stroke wrung a keening cry from Casey.
My cockhead brushed the walnut gland inside his channel that I knew sent pulsing sensations coursing through him.
His pants and erratic jerky movements spurred me to make sure I gave him everything.
The steady stream of precum from his slit was more than lube for me to jack his cock and brush across the head of his cock.
“I…can’t…sto…aarrggh.” Casey’s strangled voice morphed into a gargled scream. Cum shot from his cock and spilled onto my fist with spurts landing on his torso.
They were too tempting to ignore, so I scooped them with my finger, allowing myself a taste.
That alone was enough to trigger my orgasm, and I shot my load deep into his channel.
My cock throbbed and my brain waves went flat when the release was finally upon me.
I felt rope after rope of cum pulse from my cock while I was buried to the hilt in Casey’s ass.
When I was finally spent, I collapsed on top of him with his legs still wrapped around my waist. Neither of us spoke, and even if I’d wanted to, it was impossible for me to do anything but try and get oxygen back into my lungs.
Collapsed in my arms was exactly where I wanted Casey, and I was going to savor the moment for as long as he’d let me.