Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
Tyler
I must still be on UK time, because I wake up before it’s light.
I’m in Emmet’s arms. He’s snoring softly.
His chin rests against my forehead, his beard tickling my skin pleasantly.
I snuggle closer to him, close my eyes, and try to go back to sleep.
I manage it. Sort of. I sleep in fits and starts, or maybe I’m only dozing, in that half-awake state where snippets of dreams can still reach me.
In the end, though, I give up and sneak away to the bathroom, where I shower and, using the kit I picked up at the pharmacy yesterday, douche.
I brush my teeth, and, pink and warm from the shower, I return to the bedroom.
I’m not sure why, but I decide it’s a great time to check my phone. I have a text from Rett.
Rett:
Just making sure you’re okay. Are you staying out with your new Daddy?
Crap, he sent it last night after I fell asleep. I hope he hasn’t been worrying. I send a reply.
Me:
I’m fine. I’m at Emmet’s. I fell asleep on him. Jetlag! He’s been the perfect gentleman.
He replies almost right away, which either means he was worrying or my text woke him up. Double crap.
Rett:
Glad you’re okay.
Me:
Sorry for worrying you. I should have messaged last night.
Rett:
No worries. Have fun. We’ll see you when you come back for clean clothes.
He adds a winky face at the end of his message, which makes me feel a little better. I put my phone in the pocket of my jeans and then crawl back into bed with Emmet.
“Mmm, coconut,” he murmurs.
I chuckle. “You have nice shower gel, Daddy.”
He cracks one eye open. “You’ve showered already?”
“I want to get ready for you.” I press myself against his side. “Sorry I woke you.”
He rubs his hand over his face. “What time is it?”
“No idea. Early. The sun’s coming up.”
Orange rays are creeping through the gaps in the curtains. Not that it means much. It’s late June, so it gets light super early.
He half turns to check his phone. “Five-thirty.”
“Go back to sleep, Daddy.”
He rolls onto his side and strokes my jaw. “How can I sleep when I have a beautiful, naked boy beside me?”
My cheeks get hot. His voice is sincere, so I know he’s not just complimenting me to get into my pants. Not that I’m wearing any.
“Well, if you’re staying awake, I have a confession to make.”
He arches an eyebrow. “Oh?”
I sweep my palm over his cock. It was at half-mast, but it stiffens in response to my light touch. “I’ve been dying to get my mouth around your cock since we were eating hot dogs last night.”
He smiles. “Only since then?”
I snort-laugh. “All right, since I was calm enough to fall in lust with you.”
He puts his arms around me and pulls me against him. My tender cock rubs against his.
“You’ve fallen in lust with me?” he asks.
“Hopelessly. Who knew I’d fly to New York and meet a hot American Daddy?” I wasn’t even looking for a Daddy, but now I’ve met Emmet, I realize I’ve been missing out and might need to rethink my kinks.
He nuzzles and kisses my jaw. “We met in London.”
“Barely. Does the airport even count?”
He laughs against my skin. “Yes.”
I draw circles over his shoulder. “The thing is, we don’t have much time together. I’m only in New York for a few days, and then I’m flying home.” I gulp and tremble.
“Don’t worry about the flight home right now. Focus on me, baby.”
I take a deep breath and nod. “I intend to. Which is why I want to make the most of being in bed with you, Daddy.” I lift the quilt. “Starting with a morning blow job.”
I grin and then shuffle down the bed until I’m lying pressed against his thigh, in the perfect position to suck his cock.
I let the quilt fall over me, so I’m in a white, fluffy cocoon.
I grip the root of his cock, steadying his length.
He’s cut, which is a first for me. I take his length into my mouth.
He’s a good mouthful. Not too long, or thick.
Not too slim, or short. Just right. I suck and lick greedily, moving my hand to cup and gently squeeze his balls.
“Oh, baby.” He grasps my hair, tight enough to sting, but not put me off. He doesn’t control me, but damn, his grip makes me feel owned by him, and that’s sexy as fuck. He groans and thrusts into my mouth.
I grin around his cock and suck and lick with more vigor. It makes me feel good when a guy is relaxed enough to fuck my mouth. It’s a sure sign I’m doing a good job and making him happy. I want to make Emmet happy.
“You’re so good at this,” he gasps, arching his back.
His balls are full and heavy. I can tell he’s close to release.
I don’t let up. I keep going, feasting on his length like it’s the tastiest damn thing I’ve ever had in my mouth.
His cock jerks. Briefly, I pull off him, allowing the first spurt of cum to hit my face.
He did say he liked messy boys. Then I close my mouth against his head again, sucking him until he’s dry.
I swallow his salty cum down, moaning as I do so.
I don’t stop until his cock is limp in my mouth.
He’s breathing hard, stroking my hair now, rather than tugging.
Grinning, I release him from my mouth and crawl up the bed, emerging from the quilt beside him. “Was that nice, Daddy?” I ask in the most innocent tone I can muster.
“Wonderful, baby.” He brushes his thumb over my cheek. “You’re messy.” He drags me to him, licking and kissing his cum away.
I shiver in delight. Next time, I’ll have to get even messier.
I settle beside him, my head on his shoulder, stroking his furry chest. “I had fun too, Daddy.”
He holds me close. “Give me a few minutes, and I’ll reward you.”
“With sex?”
“Yes, baby.”
I dry hump his side a couple of times. “I can’t wait. Although…”
“What?”
“I keep thinking about how you made me relax on the plane.”
“You want me to cover you with a blanket and stroke your hand?”
I laugh. “Not exactly. I was so relaxed because there was nothing but you. I couldn’t see anything or hear anything.
I couldn’t move. There was only you, stroking my hand.
I want to experience that during sex. I want my only sensation to be you, fucking me.
” I press my face against his shoulder to hide the warmth building in my cheeks. “Is that silly, Daddy?”
“No, baby. You want me to restrain you?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“And blindfold you?”
I bite my lower lip and nod against his shoulder. Excitement builds up inside me, making my stomach flutter, and my cock ache.
“And make it so you can’t hear?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Just feel.”
I whimper.
“Feel only me.”
I groan.
“Deep inside you.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Fucking you.”
I whine. “Yes, Daddy.”
“You trust me enough to do all of that?”
I lift my head and stare into his eyes. “Yes, Daddy.”
How could I not? He took care of me for eight hours. He could have got grumpy last night when I was too tired for sex—plenty of guys would have—but he didn’t. He’s patient, kind, and wonderful.
“I’ve been restrained before,” I tell him. “And blindfolded.”
He smiles. “I’m sure you have. We’ll need safe words. I will not take away your ability to speak.”
I roll so I’m lying on him, and kiss his sternum. “That’s fair. I usually play with guys I’ve met in kink clubs, so I tend to use traffic lights.”
“That works for me.” He cups my face and drags me to him for a kiss. “You are so sexy, baby. I can’t tell you how much it turns me on, knowing you want to feel only me.”
“I’m aching for you, Daddy.”
“I need a few more minutes, I’m afraid. Your blow job skills are far too good.”
Okay, that compliment goes straight to my head, making it swell. If he keeps going, I won’t be able to get out the door. “I’m glad you enjoyed it, Daddy.”
“So, so much.”
I slip off him, snuggle up to him, and close my eyes. I’m happy dozing with him. I might not have got off yet, but I know I will, soon. Besides, I enjoyed giving Emmet a blow job as much as he seemed to enjoy receiving it.
It’s not long before Emmet kisses me. “Be right back. Don’t move.”
I do move, but only to hug the pillow, as I watch him gather the things we’ll need to play: lube, a condom, restraints, a blindfold, and those amazing headphones he gave me to wear during the flight. He’s so damn sexy.
He gets back into bed and dangles the headphones in front of my eyes. “I never thought I’d use these during sex!”
I smirk. “There’s a first time for everything, Daddy.”
His expression becomes a little more serious. He leans down and pecks my lips. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
I nod. I’ve never been more certain of anything.
There’s not even an ounce of fear inside me, only a deep, burning need to have as many of my senses shut down as possible, so I can feel nothing but Emmet.
It’s all his fault. If he hadn’t behaved the way he did on the plane, I’d never have got the idea for having sex this way.
Next, he shows me the restraints. They’re soft cuffs that attach to leather thongs, which presumably can be attached to the bed. He has two pairs, one for my wrists and the other for my ankles.
“I’ll restrain you first.” He kisses me tenderly, and then works his way over my jaw and down my throat and chest, finishing at my nipple, which he sucks into his mouth, making me gasp.
“Oh, Daddy!”
“I’m going to take care of you, baby.”
I know he will. My heart knows it too. It thrashes expectantly.
He puts the cuffs around my wrists, using his finger to check they’re not too tight, and then lashes the thongs around the bedposts, so my arms are pulled above my head, my wrists resting on the soft, fluffy pillow.
He positions my legs next, so my knees are splayed and bent, and my feet are flat on the bed.
He restrains me there. I could put my legs down, but I won’t.
I’m happy for him to position me. Happy for him to take control.
He puts a cushion under my arse. “How are you?”
“Good, Daddy. Comfortable.”
He smiles and rewards me with a deep, toe-curling kiss. “I’m going to blindfold you next.”