Chapter 12
Preston
All I could see was his shiny ass sticking up out of the soapy water, offering itself to me. Sage wanted me. There was no disputing that.
My cock ached to be inside him. But I loved playing with him.
I loved the tease and the delay. I always had enjoyed that even when I was younger and wearing leathers.
It was about more than the orgasm for me.
Most of the time. Sometimes not. But I truly wanted connection.
I felt that more often if the play could last hours instead of minutes. Most men weren’t patient with that.
I would have to remember later to thank Charles for reminding me to forget about my busy days and lonely nights for once and go out with him.
Sage lifted to me beautifully. I slid a finger inside him. He was hot and welcoming. My cock twitched as my imagination ran wild. Moans filled the air.
Soon it was two fingers. He whimpered. My mind spun.
Doing this to him made me feel like I might come hands free. I didn’t want to go that far yet. I wanted him to wait as well.
I heard myself say, “Now we need to wash your hair.”
He lowered himself into the water, dejected.
I reassured him that he would not be disappointed.
“Can you duck your head and get your hair all wet?” I asked.
“Yes, Daddy.”
His golden gleaming head vanished, then came up, his hair plastered to his scalp.
Ignoring my rampant hard-on, I put my hands around his waist and pulled him between my legs until his back rested against my chest. Then I reached for the shampoo and squirted it over his hair. When my fingers kneaded his scalp, he sighed.
“Oh, Daddy. Yes. That feels so good. Almost as good as your fingers inside me.”
I chuckled. “Wonderful.”
He butted the back of his head against my chest as I massaged his head. His ass scooted all the way up to my crotch. My cock rested against his lower back, begging to thrust. But I stayed still, forcing control over my body.
When I was satisfied with Sage’s hair, I said, “All right. Move forward and we’ll rinse under the faucet with fresh water.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
So sweet. So perfect. How did I get so lucky?
I bent over him. We were in the perfect fucking position, my body over his, his ass up and my cock so hard for him, pushing now against his tailbone. My lungs quivered. Soon, I told myself. Soon.
I reached out and turned on the faucet, testing the temperature with one hand until it was warm.
“Okay, put your head under.”
He obeyed and I rinsed his lovely blond hair, my fingers combing through it back and forth.
His head was down so he could breathe. I covered him with my body as I got all the shampoo suds out of his hair.
When I was done, I turned off the water and pulled him up to my chest again, holding him for a few seconds, feeling his warm, wet skin against mine. He was completely pliant in my arms.
The air had turned warm and steamy. He smelled of vanilla, the scent of my shampoo. I nuzzled his left ear.
“Ready to get out?”
“Hold me tighter for a second, please, Daddy,” he whispered.
I pulled him close and together we breathed in and out, our breaths matched.
Finally, he spoke again. “Okay, Daddy. I’m turning into a prune.”
I pulled the plug and the water made a gurgling sound as it began to drain. The ducks and the boats and the fish all fluttered about as we stood, water pouring off our bodies.
I stepped out first. The air was cool but not too cold. I grabbed two big fluffy towels and wrapped my body in both, first his upper body, then the lower.
He stepped out of the tub, clutching the towels awkwardly. I helped him dry off, fluffing his hair as I rubbed a towel over his head. He squawked a little but tolerated it.
Still in my arms, he turned and reached for a dry towel, pressing it against my chest, patting me down.
“My daddy is all wet.” His voice came out low and melodic.
“Let’s move to the bed, shall we?” My cock kept poking him and his was fully erect.
“Yes, Daddy.”
I loved him already and it was way too early. I didn’t dare say it. Even thinking it seemed taboo.
He ran to the bed, his bottom towel dropping. The towel around his shoulders was short enough that his ass was completely revealed, bobbing up and down as he threw himself onto the bed we’d just vacated an hour ago. The covers were still rumpled. The pillows askew.
He knee-walked into the middle of the bed, ass facing me, then went down on his elbows with his ass in the air moving side to side. “Daddy, come, please.”
I could take that request in two ways. Both were correct, I decided.
“Hold on. I’m right here,” I called out, crawling onto the bed on my knees until I was right up behind him.
Like the sweet boy he was, and obviously a trained lover, he spread his thighs and hunched until his knees were almost to his chest.
I reached into the nightstand and grabbed a condom and my extra hefty bottle of lube.
His skin was still damp as I took his second towel away.
So was my own. Lube was going to be a necessary thing for us not just for fucking, but for any touching.
Still damp skin was sticky, not smooth. Water was not a lubricant and having sex in a shower or bathtub didn’t actually work out the way people thought it would.
I’d learned that lesson a long time ago.
We were in my bed now. But we were still damp.
I put my hand on Sage’s back and leaned over him. “Daddy’s got silk lube. Is that okay?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“I’ll use a condom.”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
After deftly rolling on the condom, I poured a generous amount of lube into my palm and rubbed it down his crack and the edges of his ass cheeks. My slick fingers quickly found his hole, still soft and open from his long bath and my ministrations.
“Beautiful.” I kept repeating the word. Damn, I needed a thesaurus. He was more than beautiful but in the moment I couldn’t think.
I teased him with my fingers as he moaned, squeezing more lube directly onto his crack and pushing it inside him. I couldn’t wait any longer. I had to have him.
I pushed a pillow beneath his hips and spread his discarded towel under both of us. Then I reached between his legs with my slick hand and stroked his cock. He yelped, sticking his ass up even higher. His cock slid inside my closed fist as I moved my hand faster.
Sage’s breathing increased. I felt a single throb and took my hand away.
“Daddy, wait!”
“Patience, sweetheart.” I lined up my cock with his open hole. The muscles around it seemed to quiver, the lube making everything shiny and ready for me.
“Ready?”
“Daddy, oh yes.”
“I’ve got you, baby.”
I pushed the head of my cock against his rim. It stretched easily as I slid inside him one inch at a time. My free hand pressed against the side of one hip. When I was inserted halfway, I took my hand away from the base of my cock and held him in place by both his hips for the final thrust.
Before I took him fully, though, I gauged his body language for his demeanor.
I had to be sure he was fine. This hadn’t ever happened to me before, not at this stage of sex.
Usually, I was only thinking of myself. But this was important right now.
Sage had to be into this or I would withdraw. Immediately.
Sage seemed to be holding his breath. Waiting. His body was tense but not scared-tense.
“Tell me what you feel, baby.”
“Daddy, it’s filling me up so good. Like I was always empty until now. Waiting for you.”
His words excited me even more. This was our first time, but he was so open. Most of the men I’d hooked up with were greedy or nervous or even bored until they got to come. This was entirely different.
Sage was my baby. My little baby boy.
Everything had to be perfect. A tall order but one I was dedicated to see through. To perform perfectly. My cock was rock hard so performance was never going to be an issue. Not in this arena. Not with Sage.
“You’re perfect, baby. So hot. Feels so good.”
“Daddy, can you please put it inside me all the way?”
My breath caught. Was he going to beg?
“Please, Daddy.” His voice dropped to almost a whisper. “Please, please, please.”
It was as if he was putting his hooks in me, soft caressing hooks made of silk and feathers pulling me in. I would drown. I knew it. I still went forward.
With a final press of my hips, I thrust into him. My cock slid all the way to the root. I let out a loud groan.
“Daddy?”
“You are incredible.”
“Move, Daddy. I’m ready. Make me yours.”
Loving the bedroom talk, I couldn’t resist. I pulled out, hearing the soft slicking noise that I loved during sex, and pushed in again.
“More, Daddy,” came the cry from the pillow.
I repeated the process until I was fucking my baby straight into the mattress.
Gripping his hips, I held him in place. But he was a little demon. He still managed to thrust back with every stroke of my cock re-entering him.
My balls burned.
I went with his motions, using my hands on him to steer him straight back onto me as I pumped into him. I pulled him tight to me at one point and he squealed. He rode me and I rode him. I wasn’t sure which was which or who was who at that point.
My cock was harder than it had ever felt. Steel and granite. The warm folds of his channel massaged me, muscles contracting and embracing, the slick sounds increasing.
“I can’t hold back, sweetheart. Baby, I can’t.” My words erupted jumbled, drunken. I was losing all my senses with him.
“Come inside me, Daddy. Please. I want to feel you.”
My cock jerked inside him, hot and ready. I felt it all over my body, down my spine, in my balls. The head of my cock felt so swollen I wondered if I was hurting him. But no. Sage wiggled his ass provocatively, knowing it would be my final undoing. He was ready, too.
I reached around his waist and grabbed his stiff shaft, fisting him in time with my motions as I rocked into him faster and faster. My mind climbed to that space of white pleasure it craved, looking for that final peak when everything exploded to a universe of ecstasy.
Suddenly, it hit. My cock exploded hard. And I was falling, swaying through gentle, buffeting winds as I listened to Sage’s cries fill the surrounding void.
I still had the sense of mind to feel when Sage came, his cock convulsing in my fist, my fingers drenched in his cum.
When I opened my eyes, I was draped over Sage’s back. He was whimpering softly into the pillow, muffled words. “Daddy, daddy.”
Still inside him, I put my arms around him and pulled us both onto our sides.
For almost a minute, we lay panting together, his body pressed back against me.
I could feel my cock sliding from him. I wanted to reach down and push it back in.
I wasn’t ready to leave that other embrace, that warm, safe haven that had welcomed me and caressed me to such an erotic high.
Sage’s free arm flopped of and over his waist to grab my hip. “Stay. Stay,” he breathed.
“I want to.”
But it was too late. My cock slid free.
I buried my head in the nape of his neck, mouthing my thoughts onto his warm skin. “That was… that was the most incredible….” My words trailed off. I couldn’t define how I felt. I just knew it was right and whole and utterly fantastic.
Our afterglow lasted a long time. Finally, I rolled onto my back. Sage crawled on top of me with the upper half of his body and began kissing around my neck and chin. Finally, his head popped up and he planted his mouth against mine. I hugged him hard and kissed him until I nearly passed out.