Chapter 23
Henny
Life with Pip was interesting. My boy was a ball of energy most days. Without any action to take part in, he was even more rambunctious.
“Stand still,” I demanded for the third time as I tried to rinse all the soap from his hair.
He grunted. “It’s so boring in here, Daddy. Why would I be still when you’ve got so much skin on display? I’d much rather play.”
Pip had been in the shower for twenty minutes before I got in, which should have been enough time for whatever was burning through him to settle. It wasn't. I could tell by the way he moved, like his skin didn't fit right.
Man could disarm a bomb without a care to the danger. Give him too much down time and he was lost.
Hands trailed over my chest and abs. Even with his eyes closed, he managed to hit every erogenous spot on my upper body.
I looked at him for a moment. Then I said, "Turn around."
He went still.
“I don’t see you moving.”
My boy heard the urgency in my tone. He spun so quickly he almost fell over. I gripped his hips before he could.
“Daddy,” he whimpered.
“Be good for me now. Don’t move while I have my fun.”
Dropping to my knees, I ran my palms over the globes of his ass. There weren’t enough words to describe how much I loved this part of him. Really, I love every part of him.
But that ass…
Spreading him open, I took my time exploring his body. This was about learning to be patient. It was about getting that nervous energy to settle.
His hands went to the tile, as if he needed it to hold him steady. I could hear his breathing pick up with each swipe of my tongue. He tasted like the soap I’d already cleaned him up with. I’d save his hair for last thinking he’d be calm enough.
Joke was on us both.
I worked him open slowly, one hand braced at the small of his back when he tried to rush it. He made a sound that he would never admit to, and I filed it away to tease him about later when he tried to puff his chest.
"Daddy."
"Yes, baby?”
"Need more.”
“Hmmm. More what?” I pumped my fingers inside him harder at the question.
I already knew what my boy needed. He didn’t have to tell me. It was fun to make him work for it though.
He shuddered, dropping his head between his shoulders. “Please.”
A few more minutes of teasing had him on the brink. I’d managed to work myself up as well, my cock hard, proud, and fucking restless to be where it belonged: inside my boy.
By the time I turned the water off, we were both feral with need. Ironically, Pip was finally focused. Present for the first time all evening, he dried off just enough to not be slippery, then laid over the counter, ass raised like he was presenting me with a gift.
And what a gift it was.
The mirror gave me his face. Eyes dark, hair wet, a line of color across his cheekbones. He watched my every move as I dried off, grabbed the lube, and parked myself behind him.
I kept my eyes on his in the mirror when I pushed in.
He exhaled with relief. His hands gripped the edge of the sink, and his head dropped for a moment before he pulled it back up, like he'd decided he wanted to see after all.
It didn't take long for my slow teasing to build to a rapid pulse, hips pumping and skin slapping.
He came with a cry that echoed off the bathroom tiles. I watched his face go through a myriad of emotions, each more beautiful than the one before it.
I waited until he finished, then growled, “Look at me.”
The minute his eyes met mine, I shattered. I kept my focus on him, letting my boy see the way he tore me open. He needed to feel the love I had for him. Needed to know I’d always be around to calm him when he got restless.
After, he straightened up. Looked at himself in the mirror, then at me. Neither of us spoke as we got dressed. The thing that had been burning through him all evening was gone now. All used up, just like I’d hoped for.
It wasn’t until we were headed down the hall that he broke the silence. “I’m hungry.”
Laughing at the comment, I turned him towards the kitchen. “Then let’s get you fed, baby.”