Chapter 4 JAMIE
It was everything I needed—the spanks, the way he prepared my skin for the touch of his palm, and then the way he went down with his face, brushing it against my ass and giving it one well-deserving kiss.
His words, not mine. I knew I deserved it.
I knew I was being rewarded with the funishments of those spanks and kisses.
The fun part was when he pressed the tip of his cock against my ass, teasing me with it. “Are you going to suck it?” he asked, leaning back on his heels. I looked back to see him in all his furry body goodness.
I turned around under his body—it was a lot of fun to feel the way he was still somewhat sitting on me—and now we were staring at each other.
Our cocks bouncing like they were greeting each other.
I wanted them to meet properly, so taking my hand, I pushed my hard cock up and he pushed his down.
The exchange of precum brought out the tickliest of giggles from the back of my throat.
“Well,” he said. “I want to know if this good boy has a good mouth.”
I was up to the task, he didn’t need to worry about that. Switching positions so he was lying flat on the bed, I first ran my hands through his chest hair and all the way down his torso, biting my lip and staring into his eyes.
“Trying to tease me?” he asked.
“No, Daddy. I’d never do that,” I said, with the most devilish smile.
I absolutely would do that, but I didn’t want to tell him, I wanted to show him.
I was very excited to show off for him, like I was with all guys who were into the Daddy thing.
It sometimes felt like I was trying out to make it a permanent thing.
I wanted to get the big events out of the way before we got into the smaller stuff—assuming there would be a time when we got to the smaller stuff.
He thrust his hips, with his cock slapping his abdomen.
He was fairly in shape, but almost on his way to being a bear—so an otter—except, I didn’t like to think of him like that.
He was a bear. “You’re teasing me,” he said.
“And I thought you were being good. Unless you were looking for another spanking?”
Now that he mentioned it, I could absolutely take more of his tender spanks.
I was so ready to feel him all over my body, and I didn’t want to go too quickly—even if I knew I was probably going to be eating into my sleep time if I kept teasing him.
I kept rubbing his nipples and kissing his body while missing his cock out of the kiss list.
I was savoring the moment. I licked the tip of his cock, letting the precum coat my tongue for a moment before taking it into my mouth, enveloping it in my warmth and letting my tongue act as a guard against my teeth, as each of his throbs made it a little more dangerous for him—this wasn’t where I wanted to give him a hickey.
Daddy gave me plenty of space to suck it before placing his hands on the back of my head and getting me to go deep, go hard, and gag on it. With each tiny retch from the back of my throat, he would call me a good boy, and my gag reflex seemed to reset itself.
He tucked a finger under my chin. “I wanna fuck you,” he said.
“You have a—”
“Condom and lube,” he said with a nod and a sure smile. “Yeah, absolutely, I do.”
“That sounds very sure,” I giggled.
“Well, before I came out here, I was told to grab some in case the mood struck, and . . . well, I think the mood has struck.” He sat upright, cupping my face, and gave me a kiss.
I giggle-snorted, and I knew it wasn’t attractive. “I actually also brought some,” I told him. “When you texted, I made sure I grabbed them. I’ve got—um—”
“What?” he asked.
“So, you can say no, but it’s a candy-cane-colored condom, and some matching tingle lube—peppermint,” I said.
His fingers clenched against my cheeks, squeezing them together as if forcing me to pucker. “Okay, tingle lube,” he said. “You’re just mentioning this now?”
“I was waiting for the right moment, and—I just remembered.”
“So, you wanna see what my dick looks like in a candy-cane-colored condom?” he asked.
I nodded enthusiastically. “Please.”
“And what about putting an actual candy cane in there,” he said, raising a brow. “Would you like that?”
I smacked my lips. He didn’t have to tease me with the idea. “I’ve done it on myself before, it’s . . . sticky, and usually only fun if there’s someone else there who can eat my ass afterwards.”
Daddy nodded. “Then I suppose we’ll make do with Daddy’s candy cane,” he said. “But next time, I’ll make sure I have one for you.”
Next time. My heart fluttered, because he was already planning a next time.
“Okay.”
“Good boy.”
My cock throbbed against my belly again.
The novelty of it had me so horny, and I loved Christmas for that reason. Not only were candy canes the most phallic of shapes, but there were also plenty of Christmas-tree-themed butt plugs on offer from some of the websites I frequented.
He played with the lube for a moment, on my ass as he ate it, and I was clenched from all the tingles.
He was ready to fuck me, and I was ready to have those tingles tear through my insides.
He had me with my knees up to my chest before I wrapped them around his back like a pretzel, squeezing him to keep his cock buried inside me.
I wasn’t shy about my moans, and I knew he liked that. All those moans were met with an equal amount of hip thrusts and his entire body contact on me. I couldn’t shove my hand down to touch myself, but that didn’t stop me from throbbing into the friction of his fur.
It all became too much, and I came. It was hands free, all his doing. I was filled with electricity, and the sweat on my skin felt like it could zap. Daddy fucked into the tension of my body after I came, and filled the condom up inside me moments later.
“Fuck,” he said, rolling off me and lying on the pillow. “I know I had a condom on, but I’ve never come inside anyone.”
Looking at the cum in the end of the condom, I knew he’d really felt whatever my ass had been doing, because it was full.
“It’s okay. I think I would’ve preferred it if you’d pulled out and come on my belly, though.
” I placed a hand on my wet stomach. There was a matching batch on his body, and more of it in his body hair.
“There’s always next time,” he said, reaching out and grabbing my thigh, which he squeezed. “I need to shower, you coming?”
“I already came.” I giggled, but I knew what he meant.
“I’ll take that as a yes, and maybe you’re looking for another spank while we’re at it, you sassy boy.”
It was freeing and fun to have him engage in play with me.
I didn’t ever want it to end, and I certainly didn’t want it to stop yet.
But after the shower, I had to go home—even if he’d invited me to stay the night.
He was on vacation, so he didn’t have to wake up at the ass crack of the day . . . but I did.
“I’ll come see you tomorrow, maybe,” he said. “And you still owe me that tour around town.”
“Now that I know you’re some big league coach, you’ve got to buy more than one bar of chocolate you know, to get more of my time at work,” I said.
Daddy sat on the bed with the white bedsheet over his legs and his cock—naked after the shower—still very visible. “As long as I get to see more of you,” he said.
“You’ve also got to taste the truffles,” I told him. “And maybe I’ll make something special for you. What do you think about that?”
He wiggled a finger at me. “Come here. You are just the cutest.”
Fully dressed and ready to leave, I sat on the edge of the bed and he gave me a kiss. “No, you’re the cutest.”
“Are you sure you don’t want me to walk you home?”
“And force you to get dressed again?” I giggled. “No, you should sleep. These beds are amazing.” I knew from the many times I’d slept on them.
As I left, Daddy called out. “I’ll see you tomorrow, my good boy.”
It was a high, being freshly fucked, called a good boy, and having used nearly all the expensive hotel soap . . . Yeah, I was feeling pretty good. The only thing that would make it better was a day off.
As I reached the elevator, my mom texted. Jamie, where are you? It’s getting late and you know your father is going to be annoyed if you don’t get home soon. I loved her concern, but I could deal with him, and he’d see I was learning and doing well as soon as those culinary tests came in.