Chapter Twelve
Soren
In addition, I found what I had not on that panicky morning. I double-checked in my phone, and the image was a perfect match. Abbott’s spoon. I ordered six. Overnight delivery. They would not be “the” spoon, but maybe he would like them as backup. Just in case.
The following night, I slipped one of the spoons in a little wooden box I’d picked up at the gift store in town and tucked it in my jeans pocket. We had plans to go out to dinner, and if we ordered dessert, and he didn’t bring his…
I drove over to pick him up, hoping he’d like tonight’s choice of restaurant. It wasn’t a surprise, but he hadn’t been there before. Nothing too fancy. Casual Italian, and rumor had it their gelato was very good.
Before I got out of the car, Abbott was hopping in on the passenger side. “Hi.” He leaned in for a kiss and then sat back and buckled his belt. “I’ve been looking forward to this all day. I love spaghetti.”
“Great!” I put the car in gear and pulled out onto the street. “Bridger and Hudson come here all the time.” Another daddy and little couple from the club. “They said everything is good there.”
“I hope they have breadsticks.” He flashed a grin toward me. “They are fun to nibble.”
We only had to drive about fifteen minutes, and soon, we were pulling up in front of the little storefront restaurant. About the same size as my shop, it had about a dozen tables, and the scent of delicious food greeted us as soon as we walked in.
The food was not oversold. It was as good as it smelled and after the server cleared away the plates, he asked if we wanted any dessert.
“Can you tell us the choices?” I asked.
“Here is the dessert menu.” He presented us with a single page listing various cakes, pastries and, of course, the gelato. “I’ll give you a moment.”
“What do you think, Abbott?”
“I didn’t bring my spoon so maybe cake?”
“Or”—I pulled out the box and offered it to him—“you might like to give this a try?”
He took it, tilting his head in the most adorable way as he opened the box. “How did you get hold of my spoon again? Did I leave it…no, I know I had it at home…”
“If you would like to give it a try, we can order the gelato. You’d be doing me a big favor because I am considering carrying a gelato or two, and I’m taste testing to see if it would be a good thing for the shop.”
“Wait…where did you get the spoon?”
“I found it online and ordered six of them.”
“You did that for me?” He was holding the spoon and turning it over and over. “So I could have the ice cream? I mean gelato?”
“I have to own up to something. When I found your spoon among the dishes that came back after the party, I left it on the counter overnight, and the next morning, I thought I’d lost it.”
“No. You didn’t.”
“In fact, no. My employee just tucked it underneath to keep it safe, but that was what drove me to see if I could find a source online.”
“Thank you so much.”
“I didn’t want to let you down.
“I don’t think you could. Now, do we have to choose between the desserts?”
In the end, we tried three flavors of gelato, and also the cake. The spoon did the trick, and we agreed I should try at least one gelato for my customers.
The evening went way too fast, and when I walked him to his door, instead of going inside, he hesitated. “Would you like to come in?”
“Yes.” I followed him into the living area. “I can stay awhile.”
He turned suddenly, bumping into me. “Can you stay all night?”
I studied his face, wanting to be sure I understood. “Abbott, do you mean…”
He gave me a quick kiss. “I mean, stay in my bed. Make love to me?”
I kissed him back. “I’d be honored.”
Abbott showed me to his room and flicked on the bedside lamp. “It’s not a very big bed.”
“If we do this right, we won’t need it to be.”
Conversation ended then, for the most part, replaced by kisses and soft sighs as we undressed each other and lay down together. His skin was warm under my hands, and my lips.
“I didn’t bring anything, Abbott. I didn’t know you’d invite me in.”
“I knew.” He rolled over and opened the bedside table drawer. “It’s all in there. I just hoped you’d agree.”
“How could I have said no when it’s something I want so much too.” I reached into the drawer and found a box holding a new tube of lube and a strip of condoms. “You are prepared.”
Kissing and touching, I learned his body and what put him in daddy mode, I always expected to ask someone to use their words, but this man, at least while big, did not need to say any words to show me what he liked or what wasn’t so awesome.
And I liked the adventure.
His nipples were very sensitive, so I spent a good deal of time toying with them, watching his chest heave and a shiver run over his skin.
Licking, sucking…scraping teeth lightly over his masculine nipple before ever reaching below the waist and fisting his cock.
He was hard before I started and when I released him to roll on the condom and prepare us both, he was shaking hard enough to worry me.
“You okay, Abbott?”
He swung his head back and forth and up and down.
Now I needed to ask. “Use your words, so I know what to do.”
“Fuck me.”
Okay. In time.
“Pull your knees up to your chest.”
He did, still trembling, and wrapped his arms around them, exposing himself to me in a very vulnerable way.
By the time I had us both lubed, his groans were nearly continuous.
Two fingers inside him, stretching him, I returned my attention to his cock, closing my lips around it and sucking hard. He jerked and spurted down my throat.
Rising, I wiped my mouth with my free hand and withdrew my fingers.
Replacing them with my cock, I did what he’d asked, close enough myself, it took all my strength to hold on at all.
Lucky he’d asked me to spend the night so I could show him this daddy had more staying power.
But for now, spilling into his body, watching his eyes flick closed and a sigh escape his lips, everything was wonderful.