Chapter 9
Sage
We’d triggered each other’s inner self. That’s what I said at dinner. Except Preston’s daddy was unknown to him. He’d never explored it.
But I wanted to assure him it was there.
“I haven’t ever met anyone like you,” I said.
We walked into the kitchen, carrying our dirty plates.
“I haven’t met anyone like you,” he responded.
He took my plate, rinsed both of them and put them in his dishwasher. Then he opened the fridge.
“I have dessert.”
He brought out a box of ice cream treats. It said Snickers on the box. He opened it and handed me two.
“Take these to the table while I put the leftovers away.”
I couldn’t believe it. Snickers and ice cream. Together.
I set the treats down, one on his side of the table, one on mine. Ponce had fallen a little with his face in his saucer. It was okay, though; he didn’t make a mess because his food was invisible.
I heard running water and some cabinets opening and closing. Soon, Preston came to join me for our treat.
Together, we opened our packets. Our dessert was in the shape of an ice cream sandwich, but on a wooden stick. I held mine up. “This looks awesome.”
“I agree.”
When I took a bite, it was just like a Snickers bar only cold. Peanuts and caramel on the inside, but ice cream to hold it all together like the nougat did in the candy.
“Mmm. That’s the best thing ever,” I said with my mouth full.
Preston took a huge bite of his. “It really is pretty great.”
When we finished, he said, “There’s more for later.”
“Yes, sir.” I was overly excited and the sir just popped out because I wasn’t ready to say “daddy.” I didn’t know if he was ready, either.
After dinner, he gave me a tour of his home. Holding Ponce, I fell in love with everything I saw.
It was dark out now, but he turned on the back patio lights so I could see the pool.
“I love lights. It’s my favorite thing about Christmas, too.”
“Not the presents?”
I shook my head. “No. The lights.”
We stared at them for a few seconds, then Preston said, “Let’s go into the living room.”
I nodded. He wasn’t rushing into anything and neither was I. But still… I wanted more.
I followed him to the couch where we both sat.
We talked about trivial things for a while. Then I felt the tingle and the prickles and the need. I leaned toward him.
“Can I whisper something?”
Preston leaned his head toward me. “Of course. Anything.”
I took two deep breaths, leaned closer and whispered. I guess I thought if I wasn’t loud, it wouldn’t be as scary. But it was. Super scary. Still, I couldn’t stop myself.
“Do you want to hold me again?”
It was like all the air went out of him. But not in a bad way. If he’d been tense, the next moment he was so relaxed his eyes did that glowing thing from deep within. Like someone was fully aware and at home.
Then he held out his arms. “I’d be honored.”
I set Ponce down and he helped me crawl onto his lap. I slid into place and it was like we’d always fit together. We didn’t even try. I wrapped my arms around his neck and rested my butt on one of his thighs and my legs over the other.
When I pressed my face into his shoulder, his arms curved around me. His breaths came deep and hard, but soon quieted. He hugged me tighter.
My baby boy emerged. There was no stopping it. And I needed it. In this moment. More than anything.
“I’ve been wanting this.” He spoke soft and low. “Needing you like this.”
Could what he said be the actual truth? Or was he only saying what he thought I wanted to hear?
I didn’t sense deception. He wasn’t ever lewd or like other daddies who immediately wanted to take me to bed. That was there. Of course, it was. A spark kindling. Waiting to ignite in the air around us. But it really seemed like he was into just holding me.
Behind his neck, I pinched my wrist to be sure I wasn’t dreaming.
I sighed against him. Then I whispered one word. “Daddy.”
I thought I heard him breathe a word. “Ohhh.” He nuzzled me, pressing his face into my hair, one hand rubbing gently against my back.
I got warm tingles all over, shut my eyes and lost track of time.
When I let my baby boy out, my mind spun in a pleasant way, like being sort of dizzy without feeling sick. I was drunk with the vulnerability. And it was because of Preston. My body was telling me in its own language that he was safe.
But what if it was wrong? A shudder ran through me.
“Okay, baby boy?”
The words whispered in my ear dispelled my fear. Words I’d wanted so badly to hear.
Baby boy.
I nodded, letting out a tiny whine and pressed closer, inhaling his clean, daddy scent. No suit this time. He had on a soft button-up shirt and wool trousers. And he knew. He knew this baby boy thing about me and he wasn’t being impatient. He wasn’t pretending.
“I’ve been wanting all week long to hold you again.”
I basked. I didn’t perceive deception at all.
He spoke softly. “I could do this all night.”
My mind reeled. I settled in.
I wasn’t sure how much time had passed. I’d floated in a half-dream state for a long time. But something urged me to lift my head. Uh-oh.
I looked into his face. His eyes were closed and I recognized the bliss. I couldn’t mistake it. I hated to stop.
“Daddy.”
His eyelids fluttered. “Huh?”
“I have to pee.”
“Oh. Yeah. Funny thing. I have to, too.”
I knew where the bathroom was. He’d shown me earlier. It was so hard to take up the big boy inside me. The little baby had been so easy.
I slid from his lap and we both stood.
Preston was smiling. “Wow. That felt good.”
“Is it okay that I called you Daddy?”
“Please do it again.”
I tilted my head. “Daddy.”
He reached out and cupped my face. “You’re the sweetest.”
After we returned to the living room, we sat side by side again.
“Are you all right?” Preston asked.
“Very very good.”
“Excellent.”
“Are you?”
Preston echoed me, as he tended to do. “Very very good. Are you still needy like that?”
I shook my head. “I’m a big boy now. That’s what I say when I’m not a baby boy. I’m a big boy. It’s how I define the different states for myself.”
“Thank you for explaining that.”
“It doesn't mean I don't still like hugs, though.”
“What a relief. I was sort of holding my breath there.” He smiled.
“Hugs and… and more.’ I glanced up, feeling my cheeks heat.
“I need to be clear on this. More is okay for a big boy but not when you're a baby boy?”
“Exactly right.” His gaze was warm and enveloping like one of his hugs only with his eyes.
“Does that mean it might be okay to kiss you?”
“Now?” I asked.
He shrugged. “Sure.” He paused, his eyebrow raised. “Or in ten seconds.”
That made me giggle. I moved closer to him until my face was only inches from his. “Ten, nine, eight, seven, six....”
Together we counted down the rest. “Five, four, three, two, one.”
The distance between our faces was mere inches, then half an inch until there was no space left and our lips met.
It was probably the warmest most tender kiss I'd ever had.
He didn't force his tongue between my lips.
He wasn't aggressively trying to dominate me.
It was the daddy kiss I'd always dreamed of. How did he know?
His hand came to rest on my shoulder with a gentle grip. I placed my palm against his chest. The vibration of this heartbeat moved through my hand and up my arm to my own chest until I could swear we were in complete synchrony.
It was like he was speaking to me with his kiss and his heart. And I could fluently understand the language. He was letting me choose. I wasn't the dominant one but as a daddy he was letting me lead the way to how much more I wanted.
I think that was the moment I knew he was the one. And it scared me. Not because I was afraid of him but because I was afraid if I reached out and it was all an illusion, I would lose. I didn't want to lose. I wanted this to be real.
He pulled back abruptly which scared me even more.
“You're trembling.”
I looked into his deep dark eyes. “Are you really for real?”
His eyebrows narrowed. He took his free hand and lightly smacked himself on the cheeks and on both his shoulders. “I think so. It feels solid to me.”
I laughed. “You’re funny, Daddy.”
Later, we both talked a little about other encounters but not in detail.
“I want you to know something,” I said.
“All right.”
“It hasn't been this way for me with other daddies. Except in my dreams.”
The muscles around his eyes tightened. “Does that mean I'm doing all right?”
“Yes.” My voice lowered to a whisper. “You are. Can you kiss me again?”
“And again and again,” he replied.
His hand moved up my shoulder to the back of my neck where he gripped me, his fingers combing through the fringe of my hair. His hand felt powerful there as I leaned in. This time I let my lips part just a little to tease him.
He sucked at my lips gently but still kept his tongue to himself. Oh my, I could already tell I was going to really love this. The daddy of my dreams was catering to me in every way and manner, on every level, waiting for me to decide on whatever I wanted. My arousal was instant.
I put my arms underneath his and wrapped them around his ribs, opening my mouth to his and licking quickly at his lips.
He moaned softly.
The kiss deepened and I felt the tip of his tongue press against mine. A sensation of pure pleasure took over my body.
When I pulled back for breath, my favorite word escaped me again. “Daddy.”
“I think I can be that for you. Can I try? Will you let me?”
“You already are that for me. You don't have to try. Because it's already happening for me.”
“I want to make a pact with you, baby.”
“Like a secret pact, Daddy?”
“It can be our secret, yes.”
I gave a little bounce on the cushion. “Goodie. I like secrets.”
I want you to tell me if something is ever wrong or not going well. I want you to promise to me to help me be the best daddy I can. This is a partnership and I want you involved.”
“I can promise that from the way I am right now. But, Daddy, it will be harder when I'm a baby. Mainly I'll have very few needs. My baby boy just wants to be held a lot. When I'm a big boy I can tell you if he wants more.”
“That's the perfect answer. It will be our pact.”
“I like that you’re a new daddy. It means I get to be first in everything with you. I don't have to ask you to change. I only want you as you are.”
“And I want you. I think you enhance something inside of me, something I already am.”
“That's why you walked into the littles room at the club,” I said. “It's something you are, or at least you were in that moment.”
He nodded. “You said I triggered you before I picked you up and took you on my lap to hold you. I think the reverse is also true. You brought out something in me I wasn't even consciously thinking about. I didn't think, I just acted. Normally, I'm analytical so that's not common for me.”
I bobbed my head energetically. “Something happened between us.”
He reached out to pull me to him again. “Something really good,” he replied.
“Can we please kiss again?”
He leaned in and gave me another long, beautiful kiss, then said, “I'd like to take you upstairs. No pressure. It's all up to you. If you just want to be held all night I would love that. Or whatever you would like.”
“Are you inviting me to spend the night?”
“I am. I'd like you to. What do you think?”
I was so excited my vision blurred. He was moving at the pace I had set, no more, no less.
Once we got to know each other better, the new daddy inside him would become more assured and know what I needed without me even having to say.
I was sure of this. Preston was incredible and, at least for tonight, mine.
“Yes,” I managed to blurt out.
He got up without a word, then reached out his hand. I took it and used his weight as leverage to lift myself up. As we walked around the couch hand in hand I saw something pink in the corner of the cushions. I pulled back and Preston stopped, looking at me curiously.
“Can I bring Ponce?”
“Of course. We can't leave him behind.”
I leaned over the couch arm and swept him up to my chest. Then Preston led me upstairs.