Chapter 9
I wake up before Chase this morning and take a few minutes to watch him sleep, feeling only a little creepy about it.
We’re lying facing each other, and he has one hand tucked under his head, then his leg thrown over my thigh and his arm draped over my side.
I brush some of his curls off his forehead, listening to his snores.
We’re both lucky I’m a very deep sleeper, or we may be one of those couples that don’t share a room.
Carefully, I slip away from him as I put my pillow in my place, then after using the bathroom, I go downstairs.
It’s odd how quickly I’ve become used to wearing nothing around the house.
It’s not something I would’ve ever done before Chase.
I even used to sleep in sleep pants, hardly ever truly naked except for in the shower.
While I make some breakfast, I think about how quickly my life has truly changed with Chase.
It doesn’t feel like a three day relationship, and maybe because we’ve worked together for several weeks contributes to that feeling, but I find myself ready to have Chase move in with me and plan a future with him.
Oliver and I weren’t exclusive, and yet we had been seeing each other for three months.
He hadn’t even been to my house, and being exclusive with him hadn’t even begun to cross my mind.
I wonder what it is about the boy that has me acting irrationally.
A month ago, if someone told me their partner was moving in with them after three days, I would have made fun of them in my mind.
Shaking my head at myself, I put the waffles in the oven on low heat, then start cutting up some fruit.
“Daddy?” A half awake Chase says from the doorway to the kitchen while rubbing his eye. “Why did you leave me?” He walks up to me before wrapping himself around me from behind. His hands move up and down my stomach. “I wanted to wake up, then give you a blowjob.”
“You did that yesterday,” I tease, mixing all the cut up fruit into a large bowl.
“I wanna do it every day because I love you so much,” he says, giving my stomach a slight squeeze, then steps back when I motion for him to put the bowl on the table.
He does while I bring over a plate of waffles and syrup, before bringing over two plates and cutlery.
While I make one more trip to the kitchen to grab us both glasses of water, he puts food on both our plates.
I sit down beside him, then watch him begin eating with a happy smile.
After a few seconds of watching, I start eating, then realize I have a matching smile.
We finish breakfast before he leans over, planting a wet, sticky kiss on my cheek.
“You love me,” he sings, “I told you, daddy, that I would make you love me this weekend and it worked.”
“You’re pretty confident,” I tease.
“I know you love me,” he sings again, then speaks as seriously as he can with a large smile.
“You’re looking at me differently this morning,” I frown as he continues.
“Before, you didn’t believe me when I said I loved you.
Your eyes would crinkle slightly whenever I said it, but when I said it before breakfast you smiled with no crinkles.
You love me, and we’re going to be together forever. I got everything I wanted.”
Shaking my head at him, I lean forward, giving him a kiss that he tries to deepen, but I pull away because his mouth is too sticky from the syrup. I stand up, taking both our plates to the kitchen, then ask over my shoulder, “what would you like to do today?”
“Can I give you a blowjob?” He asks from behind me with the leftover waffles and fruit.
I point at the fridge, so he puts both into it before leaning against the island, looking at me. “No, I want to fuck you after we shower.”
“Then can I give you a blowjob?” He asks, and I frown slightly, curious.
“Would you prefer we didn’t have penetrative sex?” I ask, washing my hands.
He shrugs, “I don’t know.” He thinks for a moment, and I watch him, waiting patiently.
“I liked having sex with you, having you fuck me, but I love giving you a blowjob more.” He thinks for a moment again before continuing.
“I like feeling your weight on me, just being able to focus on you and making you cum, then when you cum I cum.” He walks over and wraps himself around me. “Can we do both?”
“Yes, but I don’t want you to feel obligated or feel like my orgasms take precedence over yours,” I explain, feeling glad he enjoys giving me oral, but I’m worried he’ll soon feel taken advantage of if he’s the only one doing it.
“I don’t feel that,” he squeezes me tighter into him.
“But if you ever do feel that way, I want you to tell me,” I stress.
“I know with daddy boy relationships there’s a certain expectation of them, but I want us to be equals, and that’s very important to me that you don’t feel that just because I’m your daddy, my needs or pleasure is held over yours.
Especially since I know you call me daddy, but I think at times our dynamic is more aligned with a sir and his submissive. ”
“What do you mean?” He asks.
I explain, “for example, you plating my food, washing me in the shower, undressing and dressing me, preferring to just give me oral, stuff like that is typical of a dynamic between a sir and his service sub. Not that you can’t see that in a daddy boy dynamic or other dynamics, but I think with daddy boy relationships the expectation is the other way around.
So, I don’t want you to feel like I’m not taking care of you, I guess is what I’m really trying to say. ”
He nods, thinking for a few minutes before answering, “I feel like you take care of me. You’ve been feeding me, cleaning up after me, organizing things for me, but most of all you’ve been making sure I’m okay.
Like this whole conversation is about making sure I’m okay, right?
And yesterday our big chat was about making sure I’m okay.
” He shrugs, “people don’t really talk to me like you do, explaining things so I understand, then making sure that I’m okay with the things they said or are doing.
They just assume because I’m a bit childish and maybe dumb, I don’t care about stuff, but I do.
So, that’s how you take care of me, and that’s why you’re a good daddy for me. ”
Now I’m the one squeezing him into me, “you’re so lovely, darling.”
After a few minutes of us just standing there, hugging each other, he pulls back with a smile, “daddy?”
“Let’s go then,” I say with a laugh.
He lets me go, then runs to the stairs, and I bet right into the bedroom.
I go upstairs, then into the bathroom to find I’m correct because he’s nowhere in sight.
After turning on the shower, a second later he’s in the doorway with a frown.
I don’t immediately say anything, since I think he chose not to hear the we need to shower part.
“Daddy?” He asks with his hands out to the side, “what are you doing?”
“Darling, we’re showering first,” I answer, and he looks confused. “Chase, we’re about to do anal, and I know for a fact your hands and face still have syrup on them.”
“Food play is sexy,” he says.
“Not when it gives you a rash that makes you itchy for five days,” I counter.
Frowning down at his cock, he asks, “will I get a rash?” He winces, “I’m already starting to feel itchy.
” Snorting with a shake of my head, I step into the shower, then motion for him to join me.
He quickly does before putting too much soap in his hands, then rubbing my chest. “Actually, daddy, a shower’s a really good idea. ”
He rounds his hands around my shoulders before massaging the soap down my right arm, then left.
He goes back to rubbing my chest, taking a few minutes to tease my nipples, then makes sure to coat my stomach in soap twice and thoroughly wash it.
After he kneels, lathering my left leg, then my right before walking his fingers up my legs towards my cock.
He threads his fingers through my pubes while his thumb on his opposite hand circles the tip of my cock.
“Daddy?” He asks with what he thinks is an innocent smile.
“If you want, darling, I can finish washing myself,” I tease, and he immediately frowns, shaking his head. His hand quickly runs between my legs before he taps my hip to turn around, and the second I do, his hands are squeezing my ass. “That doesn’t feel like cleaning.”
“Daddy, why are you teasing me?” He asks, spreading my ass cheeks, then asks, “would you really bottom for me even though you don’t like it?”
“Yes, to give you that experience,” I answer as he runs two fingers down from my tailbone to just below my hole.
He stands, then rubs my back. “But you don’t like it?”
“It’s not like I hate bottoming. I just prefer topping or doing side stuff, so when it’s something you want to try, we can.” I explain, “and if you find that you prefer topping, then we’ll figure something out that works for both of us.”
He wraps his arms around me, then kisses the side of my throat. “You’re such a nice daddy, but I don’t need to try. I don’t want to make you do something you don’t like.”
“Chase,” I say seriously, “don’t close yourself off. I’ll still get pleasure from doing it, and you deserve to be able to experiment sexually.”
“I don’t want to be with anyone else, only you,” he rushes out, squeezing me tightly.
“We can experiment together,” I stress before going on, “I have no interest in ever sharing you with anyone else. What I’m trying to say is if you want to try topping or maybe something from one of those videos you used to watch, then ask.
I want you to be able to have different experiences, since I’m the only person you’ve been with. ”
“And ever will be with,” he adds before stepping back. I turn around to watch him quickly clean himself with too much soap, then smile at me. “I’m ready, daddy.”