6. Trace
TRACE
His mouth was soft and warm as he pressed it against mine, and for several seconds, my brain stopped working.
A Daddy Dom was on my couch, kissing me like I was precious, and I wanted to melt into a puddle of goo. The pretty, glittery kind, but goo nonetheless.
I'd been kissed a few times but nothing like this. Nothing that was gentle and slow, and when his tongue slid across the seam of my lips and I opened up, I thought I might come in my pants right now.
I kissed him back with both hands clutching his shirt like he might try to get away. My tongue moved around his, and when he sucked it into his mouth, I gasped and pressed closer to him.
He smiled against me and then pushed his tongue into my mouth, allowing me to suck on it like it was a teaser for what was yet to come. A soft whimper escaped my throat before I could stop it.
A low sound vibrated against my mouth, and then Everett pulled back far enough to look at me. "You okay?" His thumb brushed along my jaw, soft and exploring.
"Yeah." My voice came out rough with need. "Am I doing it right?"
"You’re doing it exactly right. Just go at your pace."
I didn't want to go at my pace. I wanted to speed through the bases and get him into my bed. I chased his mouth with a confidence I’d never felt before as Everett’s hand slid down to my waist.
This kiss went longer than the first one. It was deep and all-consuming, like we were the only two people in the world.
"Bedroom." I panted the word against his mouth, mostly because I wanted to see what he'd do with an actual invitation.
He groaned again and tilted my head up so he was looking into my eyes. "You sure about this? There’s no rush."
"I'm sure." I took a deep breath and decided to use my words to help me get what I wanted. “I’ll tell you if I want to stop anything, but until then…” I cleared my throat, hoping my face wasn’t too red. “Can you just…Daddy me?”
“Fuck yeah, I can.” He stood up and offered his hand to me.
Once I was on my feet, I led the way down the short hallway to my bedroom.
My room was smaller and messier than the living room, with a pile of clothes I hadn't gotten around to folding on a chair in the corner. The nightlight in the closet was always on, so there was enough light to find the bed without incident.
As soon as we were beside my bed, Everett took his time with me. His careful hands moved to the hem of my shirt, slowly pulling it over my head as he kissed a line from my belly button to my collarbone that made my knees go weak.
I fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, but I was much less graceful about it. After spending way too long on the first button, he laughed low against my throat and dragged his teeth along my skin. "Nervous?"
"Maybe." I finally figured out the trick to his high-tech button holes and released his shirt off his shoulders. "It’s not my fault you're distracting me."
His chest was firm under my palms with a soft dusting of hair. I ran my hands over his chest just to feel his strength. He let me explore his body, patient and indulging as the nerves in my tummy started to settle.
“You’re such a sexy boy for Daddy…” Everett slipped his hands under my ass and lifted me up only to lay me down on the bed.
A moment later his pants were gone and he was pressing his naked body to my half-dressed one.
He put just enough weight on me to make me feel safe and secure but not smothered. It was amazing.
His hands were slow and deliberate, mapping every inch of me while I still had my pants on. That was okay because as hard as my cock was, I wanted to focus entirely on feeling him from head to toe.
I wasn’t shy about splaying my hands across his back and lowering them until I had two handfuls of meat with my fingertips teasing his crack.
We kissed and touched and teased for several minutes, and by the time my clothes were fully gone, I'd stopped thinking about anything except feeling him inside me.
His fingers traced down my sternum, inching closer to my hard cock. “Is it okay if I touch you, Trace?”
“Yes, please!” For the love of Squishmallows, touch me already. “I want it all.”
Everett’s hand slid down until it skated over the tip of my dick, spreading precome down my length as he continued rubbing to my balls.
He then closed his fist around my shaft and began to stroke, pulling up and pushing down as his other hand cupped my ass cheek and his fingertips tapped my hole. “Do you have condoms?”
My breath hitched, and I almost cried out in frustration. “No. Do you?”
He kissed my temple and then the shell of my ear, licking first before exhaling against the damp skin, making me shiver with pleasure. “No, but we don’t need them this time.”
“But I want you inside me.” Whining when I was Little could be considered cute. Whining when I was just desperate and horny probably wasn’t. But I couldn’t stop myself. I really wanted him inside me…condom or not.
“How about you come inside me?” His voice was rough against my ear, causing a thrill of excitement to race down my spine.
My whole body went still as I replayed his offer in my head. “What?”
He didn’t answer with words. He just kissed down my body until he took my cock into his mouth.
I was already close from his hand, but the warm wetness of his tongue caressing my shaft pushed me over the edge in just a few quick pulls.
I gave myself over to him more completely than I'd given myself to anyone because I trusted him to take care of me. I trusted him to take care of everything.
As my climax hit and I emptied my balls into his mouth, I arched into him, wanting to get even deeper. It was a heady feeling to know he wanted to make me feel good…and even better that he did.
My whole body was limp as the last convulsions rolled through me. “Wow.”
Everett licked the last drops from my softening cock and then kissed up my tummy until he was at my mouth again. “That’s what I like to hear.” He kissed me with a swipe of his tongue and I tasted myself in his mouth.
My eyes were heavy as the post-orgasmic lull set in. “Can I do you too?”
He kissed my neck and ran his fingers through my hair. “Next time. You need some rest now, sweet boy.”
My tired cock twitched at the endearment, and I forced my eyes to make contact with his. “Am I your sweet boy?”
He nodded and grinned. “Only if you want me to be your Daddy.”
“I do.” I rolled to my side and reached for the comforter. “I really, really do.”
“Me too.” He kissed my cheek and hopped off the bed. “Let me get you cleaned up before you pass out.”
“Mm.” I was almost there even though I didn’t want the night to end. “Wait.”
My eyes cracked open enough for me to see Everett stop at the doorway and turn back to me.
“Will you stay till I’m asleep?”
“Of course.” He disappeared down the hall, and I closed my eyes for real.
Maybe I was being naive for trusting a stranger in my home while I was sleeping, but it didn’t feel like that. It felt like the special thing I’d been waiting my whole life for was finally within my reach and all I had to do was embrace it.
Maybe it would last forever…or maybe it wouldn’t last beyond the night. But I couldn’t control the outcome either way. So, instead of wasting time worrying and being skeptical, I drifted off to sleep with my trust well and solidly placed in Everett.
It was terrifying how much I wanted to believe that Everett meant what he said about not being scared off by anything he’d witnessed from me. In reality, he'd matched every reveal of mine with one of his own, trading honesty for honesty until we had nothing left to hide.