Chapter 7 Niko
NIKO
I hadn't expected the evening to take this turn, but I couldn't say I was disappointed.
Dakota's warm mouth on my nipple sent waves of pleasure through my body, a feeling I'd grown accustomed to in our time together.
His tongue circled the sensitive areola before he latched on and started to suckle, drawing in the milk my body naturally produced.
Just the act of nurturing connected us in a way words couldn't express. But tonight felt different. Tonight, I sensed something shifting between us in a hunger that went beyond this familiar comfort.
What had started as just dinner had evolved into this intimate moment when he'd looked up at me with those wide, innocent eyes and asked for more. How could I ever deny him?
I ran my fingers through his hair as desire pooled low in my belly.
There was something so pure yet so erotic about the moment.
Dakota had entered my life like a whirlwind, and though we'd quickly established this nurturing dynamic between us, we hadn't yet crossed that final intimate threshold.
But the way he pressed his body against mine proved he knew what he was saying.
I felt his hard dick pressed against my thigh, and my body responded immediately with blood rushing south. "Are you sure?" I needed his complete certainty. I wanted him to be absolutely ready. "There's no rush, sweetheart."
Dakota pressed his face into my neck, suddenly shy despite his boldness a moment earlier. "I’m sure I want you. I want all of you."
My heart pounded against my ribs. "Look at me, baby."
He lifted his face, and I cupped his cheek in my palm. His skin was flushed pink and warm beneath my touch.
I searched his eyes for any sign of hesitation but found only trust and desire.
"I want to make you feel so good." I rubbed his cheek with my thumb. "But you need to promise me something."
"Anything," he whispered.
"You'll tell me if you need to stop, or if anything doesn't feel right. This is about pleasure, not pain. Not discomfort. Do you understand?"
Dakota nodded. "I promise."
I leaned forward and captured his lips with mine. The sweet taste of my own milk lingered on his tongue as I deepened the kiss.
He moaned softly against my mouth, and the sound sent a jolt of desire straight to my cock.
“Let’s get you undressed, sweetheart.”
Dakota bit his lip and nodded. “Help, please.”
I didn’t waste time relieving him of every stitch of clothing, and once he was naked, I took a moment to appreciate the sight of him.
His body was trim and toned, not bulky like mine but perfect in every way.
I traced a finger down his sternum to his navel and watched with satisfaction as goosebumps erupted across his skin.
"You're beautiful." I looked right into his eyes so he knew I meant it.
His cheeks flushed darker. "Thank you."
When I leaned in to kiss him again, I let my hands wander lower, skimming over his sides and just shy of his gorgeous erection. I couldn't help smiling over the fact that he was already so hard for me.
Dakota squirmed under my gaze, but not from discomfort. I could read the desire in every line of his body and the way his cock twitched when I looked at it.
"Can I...see you too?" His hips flexed a bit like he was air-humping.
I stood up from the bed to remove my own pants. Dakota's eyes widened as I revealed myself to him. I was considerably larger than him, both in length and girth, and I saw a flicker of apprehension cross his features.
"We'll go slow." Rejoining him on the bed, I made the promise I hoped I could keep. "So slow, baby. I'll make sure you're ready for me."
Dakota nodded as trust replaced fear in his eyes. "Do you have...stuff? I bought some things, just in case."
The admission touched me deeply. He'd been planning for this, hoping for it. “Show me."
Dakota reached toward his bedside drawer and pulled it open. Inside were a bottle of lube and a box of condoms.
I set the condoms aside and opened the lube. "Turn over for me, baby boy. Let me get you ready."
Dakota rolled onto his stomach, then pushed up onto his hands and knees, presenting himself to me. The vulnerability of the position and the trust it showed made my chest tight with emotion.
I ran my palm over the curve of his ass and appreciated its firmness and the subtle dimples at the base of his spine. "I'm going to make you feel so good, sweetheart."
I warmed the lube between my fingers before circling his entrance with my index finger. He jumped slightly at the first contact, and I placed my other hand on the small of his back to steady him. "Breathe for me. Nice and deep."
Dakota took a shaky breath, and I felt some of the tension leave his body as I continued to circle his rim, applying gentle pressure without pushing inside yet. I wanted him completely relaxed before we proceeded.
"That feels nice." He pushed back against my touch. “But I want your cock.”
"It’s coming." I increased the pressure slightly, and the tip of my finger slipped inside his tight opening.
Dakota gasped, and I immediately stilled. "Okay?"
"Yes." He breathed around whatever pain he might have been feeling. "Don't stop."
“I won’t.” I pushed my finger in deeper, marveling at the tight heat that gripped me.
Dakota’s body trembled as I worked my finger inside him. When I found his prostate and brushed against it, he cried out as his back arched under the pressure.
"There we go." I smiled and pulled out. "You like that?"
"So good." Dakota panted as his head dropped forward. "More, please."
I added more lubricant and slowly introduced a second finger. Dakota whimpered at the stretch and quickly started moving against me. Fucking my hand to feel it all.
"You're doing so well, sweet boy." I pulled out and prepared to shove in a third finger. It was time to get this party started. "So perfect for me."
"For you," Dakota echoed, his voice thick with pleasure. "Only for you."
I worked him open patiently to make sure he was thoroughly prepared for what was to come. By the time I deemed him ready, Dakota was rocking back against my hand, fucking himself on my fingers as small moans escaped his lips with every breath.
"Please, Niko," he begged. "I need you. I'm ready."
I withdrew my fingers gently and sat back on my heels. "Turn over, baby. I wanna see your face for this."
Dakota rolled onto his back, and his glazed eyes locked with mine while his hard dick leaked against his stomach.
I reached for a condom, but Dakota's hand on my wrist stopped me.
"We're both clean," he said. "I got tested last month, and I know you test regularly in order to donate.” His eyes met mine, pleading for me to agree. "I want to feel you, Niko. Really feel you."
The thought of being inside him with nothing between us made my cock throb painfully. "I’ve never been bare with anyone before.
“Me neither."
I nodded and put the condom down. Instead, I grabbed the lube and slicked myself generously.
Dakota watched with his lips parted as I stroked my length to spread the slick.
Then I positioned myself between his thighs and hooking my arms under his knees to angle his hips up. The head of my cock pressed against his prepared opening, and I paused to look into his eyes.
"I'll go slow," I promised. "Tell me if it's too much."
Dakota nodded, and I began to push forward. The tight ring of muscle resisted at first, but then suddenly gave way, allowing the head of my cock to fully slip inside. His back arched off the bed as his hands fisted in the sheets. “Whoa.”
"Breathe." I fought my own instinct to thrust deeper into that exquisite heat while he got used to my size. "That's the hardest part. Just breathe through it."
Dakota nodded as his chest rose and fell. After a few moments, the tension in his face eased, and he gave me a small nod. "Gimme more."
I pushed forward and gradually moved inside. The sensation was overwhelming. Without a barrier between us, I could feel every subtle texture inside him. Every twitch and pulse of his body made mine do the same.
When I was fully seated, I paused again to give us both a moment to process the intensity of the connection.
I smiled down at him, my heart so full it threatened to burst. "How do you feel?"
"Full." He chuckled and then lifted his hips. "But...good. So good."
I leaned down to kiss him and adjusted the angle of our connection slightly.
Dakota moaned against my mouth as the movement caused me to brush against his prostate. "Oh god. Do that again."
I pulled back slowly until I had almost withdrawn completely then pushed back in, angling to hit that same spot.
Dakota’s cock twitched between our bodies. "Yes. Just like that. Please don't stop."
I established a gentle rhythm and each stroke was careful and deliberate. His body opened for me more with every thrust, and his hands found my back so his nails could dig into my skin and hold on.
"You feel incredible." My voice was strained with the effort of maintaining my slow pace when all I wanted was to pound into that tight ass. "So hot around me."
"Faster," Dakota pleaded. "I need more."
I increased my pace, and the room filled with the sounds of our pleasure. The slick noises of our bodies joining and the creaking of the bed beneath us was the song we serenaded each other with.
"Touch yourself." I could feel my own orgasm building and didn’t want to hurt him by being too rough. "I wanna see you come apart."
Dakota's hand moved between our bodies to grasp his cock. He stroked himself in time with my thrusts, and his eyes never left mine. "I'm close." His movements became erratic as he fucked his fist. "I’m gonna come!"
Fuck yeah. That was what I needed to hear. I drove into him harder. "Come for me, baby. Let me see you."
Dakota's body tensed as his back arched, and then it happened. As pleasure overwhelmed him, a word burst from his lips that sent electricity down my spine. "Daddy!"
It echoed in the room as a confession I was desperate to hear. His eyes widened in shock at his own outburst, but there was no time for embarrassment. His body convulsed around my cock as his creamy jizz shot between us.
The combination of his involuntary confession and the way his channel clenched around me pushed me past my breaking point. With a deep groan, I buried myself to the hilt and came harder than I ever had before, filling him with pulse after pulse of my seed.
"That's it, baby boy." I rode out the waves of pleasure with my eyes fixed on him. "Take it all. Take everything I have."
We stayed locked together as our bodies trembled through the aftershocks. Both of us were breathing hard as our hearts pounded in sync. When I finally had the strength to move, I carefully withdrew from him and watched with pride as a trickle of my come followed.
Dakota covered his face with his hands. "I’m sorry I said that."
“I’m not.” I gently pulled his hands away. "Don't hide from me."
His eyes were vulnerable as he peeked up at me. "But I called you..."
"Daddy," I finished for him. "And it was the hottest thing I've ever heard."
"Really?" Hope flickered across his features. "You're not freaked out?"
I shook my head and leaned down to kiss him tenderly. "Do I look freaked out?"
Dakota's body relaxed beneath mine, and tension I hadn't even noticed drained away from his limbs. "It just came out, but I meant it..."
"Some things don't need planning." I rolled to the side and gathered him against my chest. "They just are."
“So what are they for us?” Dakota snuggled into me, and his warm body was pliant with post-orgasmic bliss.
I could feel his heartbeat gradually slowing against my ribs. “Whatever we want them to be. Whatever you want them to be.”
Dakota made a soft sound, and I felt him melt further into my embrace. This was total surrender and absolute trust. “I want you to be my Daddy and I’ll be your good boy.”
I nodded and swallowed back the emotion in my throat. “You are my good boy. And I want that too.”
The moment humbled me in a way I didn’t expect. "Thank you for trusting me with this. All of it. All of you."
Dakota yawned against my chest as his eyelids grew heavy. "I've never felt safer than I do with you."
The simple statement lodged in my heart as I stroked his hair and watched his breathing slow. Within minutes, he was asleep in my arms.
I pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead, careful not to wake him. "Sleep well, baby boy," I whispered to his sleeping form. "Daddy's got you."
And I meant it too.
I would protect this beautiful, vulnerable soul with everything I had. Whatever he needed from me, whatever name he called me, whatever role I filled in his life, I would be there. Always.