Chapter Twenty-Six
“Corner time,” Kris says before the front door to his apartment has even closed behind us. Flipping on the overhead light from the switch by the door, he points in the direction of the tastefully decorated living room. “Now.”
A shiver of anticipation races up my spine, but I don’t give him the satisfaction of knowing how badly I crave this. The discipline. The Daddy/Boy dynamic. The relief of not having to hold it all together in front of him.
Instead, I widen my eyes and allow my mouth to form an ‘o’ of surprise. “Why, Daddy?”
Kris snorts. “You teased me through dessert, ran your foot up my leg when the server came to give us the check, and then you kept accidentally” —his emphasis of the word, complete with raised eyebrows, tells me just how much he believed me— “feeling me up when we walked back to our cars.”
“There was a fly on your butt,” I defend my actions half-heartedly, working to maintain my innocent facade. It’s harder than expected with Kristian. Maybe it’s the excitement of what’s to come that is making it more difficult to keep up the charade.
“You squeezed, Benji.”
“I was feeling the fabric.”
He snorts again. “And when you touched my dick?”
“There was a loose thread near the zipper.”
“Twice?”
“It was a stubborn thread.”
He just tilts his head to the side, folding his arms across his chest. My heart thumps rapidly inside my own. Even without speaking, he’s got the ‘Daddy tone’ down pat.
“Corner,” he finally repeats, pointing to the space beyond the gray linen couch. “Three minutes.”
I huff dramatically, adding a pouty “Fine” for good measure, even though inside my heart is soaring. Crossing the room, I try to take in as much of the space as I can before my nose is practically affixed to the point where the two white walls meet.
Behind me, I hear the rustle of fabric, the clink of a belt being undone, and the dual thuds of shoes being shucked and kicked aside. Slyly, I turn my head, trying to see what Kristian is up to. He tsks.
“Nose to the wall, Benjamin.”
I contemplate disobeying, but I don’t want to be a complete brat tonight.
He’s seen that side of me before. Now’s my chance to prove that I can behave when I want to.
And, unsurprisingly, I want to behave for Kris.
Well, at least right now. If all goes the way I hope it will.
I’ll have forever to be his adorable bratty boy.
“Good boy,” he compliments what feels like an eternity later. “Time’s up. You can come cuddle now.”
I turn around with relief, a strange sense of pride warming my chest as I make my way over to the couch. Kris sits tucked into one corner, his shirt partially unbuttoned from his neck, and his socked feet propped on the coffee table. He pats the cushion beside him.
“Come here, sweetheart.”
I don’t race over, but it’s a near thing. Instead, I toe off my own shoes and undo the first few buttons of my own shirt, then I plop down at his side and practically sink into the couch, and his warm body.
“Thank you for coming home with me,” he speaks after an extended moment where I’m sure we’ve both just enjoyed the peace of finally being alone together. “And for coming to dinner, too.”
“I’ve been daydreaming about it for ages,” I admit, feeling my cheeks heat. It’s not like we haven’t already talked about our growing feelings for each other on the phone, but it’s a whole new experience to do it in person. “Dinner was perfect. Corner time was perfect.”
His fingers slide up the back of my head and gently caress my scalp. If I was a cat, I’d be purring. “Yeah?” he asks. “You liked the corner time? Maybe I need to come up with better punishments.”
Laughing, I shake my head. The spicy scent of his cologne, faded from wear, wafts up from his shirt and tickles my nose. “I mean, it was exactly what I needed. What I’ve been craving.”
“You’ve been craving corner time?” Kris’s voice is low and teasing. I pinch his nipple through his shirt, making him hiss and jolt under me.
“No,” I chuckle, rolling my eyes. “I’ve been craving a Daddy to take over and let me just be me, you know?
And not just any Daddy. You, specifically.
Which you know.” My blush refuses to die, but I forge on.
“Like…you’ve always known just how to handle me, even from the beginning.
And I know you like the same kinks as me, but it’s more than that.
It’s like…” I struggle to put it into words.
“Like we’ve known each other forever instead of only a handful of months, I guess.
I feel like I can be myself with you. Nothing as cheesy as fate, or whatever, but—”
“We had an instant connection,” he finishes with a warm smile. I nod.
“Exactly. And I’m glad we’ve taken the time to get to know each other, too, even if I’ve had the worst case of blue balls ever.”
A burst of startled laughter erupts out of him, bouncing his soft belly and chest under my arm. “That makes two of us. For all of it.”
My fingers twitch. “You’ve been frustrated too?”
“Horny as fuck, you mean?”
It’s my turn to choke on my laughter again. I tilt my head back to look up at his handsome face. “Yeah. Horny as fuck.”
“I guessed that from the public groping earlier.”
“I told you; there was a fly, and—oh.” Whatever else I planned on saying flies out of my head as Kris brings his mouth to mine. It’s not our first kiss, but it somehow still feels like it is.
Fireworks burst to life in my brain. Every last neuron lights up with delight and arousal. I melt into the kiss like ice-cream on a hot summer’s day, turning into warm, syrupy goo.
It’s sweet, and hot, and everything I’ve wanted since I left the camp all those months ago.
“Take me to bed, Daddy.” The request comes out breathless and needy when we part for air. “Please?”
Kris groans and gives me a heated look tempered with fondness. “Good boy for asking nicely.”
We climb off the couch and he leads me to his bedroom, flipping on the lamp that sits on the bedside table and casting the room in a soft, golden glow.
This is already far more romantic than anything I’ve ever experienced before, and that sensation only deepens when Kris slowly kisses my lips, then my jawline, then down my neck.
His hands glide over my back, down my sides, across my hips, then swipe back up and explore the same terrain all over again.
There’s nothing manic or rushed about his touch, or the way he’s laying sensual kisses over any and all exposed skin he finds, setting off goosebumps that run up my arms and a shiver which trails down my spine.
“You’re so gorgeous,” he murmurs into my ear, his beard tickling the side of my face. I squirm and giggle breathlessly, gasping as he pulls me flush against him. His body heat radiates into me, and the bulge between his legs presses urgently into my lower belly. “You feel what you do to me?”
“Uh-huh,” I all but whimper, trying to twist a little, to grind against that enticing hardness. “Fuck, Kristian.”
“Please do,” he replies playfully.
I grin, and then we’re kissing again. It’s still slow and sensual, but there’s a deeper need building, our tongues tangling together and our mouths pressing together more firmly.
“Can I undress you?” Kris asks as we part for air, his fingers toying with the hem of my sweater.
I all but whimper, “Please,” leaning back and raising my arms to make it easier for him to pull the garment up my torso and over my head. He takes my white t-shirt with it, leaving me in only my jeans.
Kris’s hands smooth down my shoulders and pecs, awe and hunger shining in his gaze. “Just as perfect as I remember.”
Dropping my voice into a sultry demand, I respond, “Mmm, it’s your turn now.”
It’s not long before he’s also shirtless, and his pants hit the floor moments later. I shimmy out of my jeans when he complains that we’re imbalanced, and then we collide and tumble to the bed in a tangle of limbs and tongues and gasps.
“I never asked,” he manages between heated kisses, grinding his erection into my thigh, “do you prefer to top or bottom? I’m vers, so I’m up for whatever you want, sweetheart.”
A thrill of want shoots through me, making my cock throb and dribble. “I’ve never topped,” I tell him, which I know is not an answer. “I guess I leaned into the twink stereotype and I just…never thought about it. And I liked bottoming —loved it, really— so I never felt like I was missing out.”
He doesn’t laugh at my word-vomit, nor does he seem to be annoyed that I’m kind of ruining the mood by having this revelation in the middle of his bed when we’re supposed to be getting down and dirty. Instead, Kris’s large palm cups my jaw, his thumb stroking encouragingly over my cheekbone.
“Do you want to try?” he asks lightly. “No pressure either way. Hell, if all you want to do is rub off against each other like the last couple of times—”
“No!” My emphatic interruption is loud and embarrassing. I blush and cringe. “I mean,” I force myself to speak in a normal tone, “I want to fuck. I’ve been fantasizing about it for months, Kris.”
He chuckles and steals a quick kiss. “Me too, baby. But we’ve got time.”
“Yeah, well, we could be using that time to fuck—ow!” I reach back to rub my stinging ass cheek and glare at him. “That was uncalled for.”
Snorting, Kris shakes his head then rubs the tips of our noses together. “You were getting pouty and bratty and, as hot as that is, I’d like our first time as a couple to be—what? What’d I say?”
It takes a moment to get my throat to work, because it’s suddenly all choked up. “A couple?”
Now, he sits up and pulls me up with him, making me face him while he looks intently into my eyes. It’s a struggle to not look away. Eye contact makes my skin crawl at the best of times. I’m never quite sure how to control my expressions.
“Benji, we talked about this, didn’t we? On the phone?”
I shrug, giving in to the urge to look away. “It’s easy to say things on a phone call.”