Chapter 11
ETHAN
The workday was winding down, and the shop was nearly finished.
Getting everything done should’ve been my focus.
It wasn’t. I was distracted by Kyle, by the way he looked at me, the way he let me share with him this morning what I wanted and who I was without interrupting, or worse, trying to convince me I was asking for too much.
The way it felt to me, nestled next to him on the couch, drinking from him, every time we made eye contact.
I thought about kissing him, latching on to him, and doing so much more. He no longer held back, either, giving a small touch here or a little touch there as he walked by or when we sat for lunch. It was fair to say neither one of us was getting much done, but we were pretending to, so go us?
There were no things to be built or painted anymore. It was all about cleaning, putting tools away, and setting up the business to have a functioning workflow. That didn’t take a lot of brain power which meant I spent too much time in my head.
I still blushed thinking about all I’d admitted to him, but he never made me feel awkward about it, giving back as much as I gave him. I was tired of being scared, tired of holding back.
When I woke up this morning, I was determined—determined to get it all out there. And I did it.
“What are you thinking about?” Kyle brushed the back of my head, pulling me from my own thoughts.
“I was thinking that I meant everything I said and did this morning. That I don’t want to pretend I don’t know what I want and that I think I’m ready to move on.”
“I meant everything too, and I treasure how you trusted me enough to tell me everything. And in the spirit of being open, I want you to know I’ve spent weeks looking forward to seeing you every day. I’m not looking forward to going back to work because we won’t have this time.”
I needed to hear that. What a good Daddy he was.
“I was afraid that you weren’t feeling the same,” I admitted.
“I definitely was. I was trying to be responsible, not to go too fast, not to assume that you were ready or make decisions for you. This is new territory for me, and I didn’t want to mess it up.”
“Trust me, you’re not. You’re really not. I want you in my life, and I need you to know I don’t think of you as a replacement for Rand.” That was my biggest fear at this point, that he would feel like he was somehow a stand-in. “Never that. I want Kyle in my life.”
“Thank you. I needed to hear that.” He kissed my forehead. “And I want you, Ethan. I haven’t wanted anyone this much in years.”
“Come upstairs with me.” I took his hand.
“Do you want some more milkies?”
“Yeah, no. No, I want something else.”
“Dinner?”
I couldn’t tell if he was teasing or not.
“Only if dinner requires us to get naked.” I felt so bold as I led him upstairs. I wasn’t sure where I got the courage, but I was happy for it.
The second the door clicked, I felt a shift. It was like we could finally be alone, even though we were very much alone downstairs. He backed me up against the wall and took my lips, my hands wrapping around him, grabbing onto his shoulders as he deepened the kiss.
His mouth was warm and needy, nothing tentative about it.
One hand cupped my jaw, the other pressed flat against the wall beside my head.
I yanked at his shirt, untucking it from his jeans, needing to feel skin, and he made a low sound against my mouth when my fingers found the warmth of his lower back.
“You sure?” he murmured against my lips.
“So sure,” I breathed back.
He scooped me up, carrying me to my bed, his mouth dropping to my neck, and I tipped my head back to give him better access. It was as if he instinctively knew where the spots were that drove me wild.
My fingers curled into his hair. He reached a spot just below my ear, and I gasped, gripping him tighter. I was right. He knew exactly where to kiss me. At this rate, I was going to come too soon. I had a feeling he wouldn’t mind that, instead taking it as the compliment that it was.
We undressed each other slowly, not rushing. At least, he wasn’t rushing. I very much wanted to. I couldn’t wait to see what he was hiding under his clothes.
When the last article of clothing fluttered to the ground, I took a step back to soak it all in.
He was a freaking masterpiece. His muscles were defined, but not to the point of being too much, his thighs begged for me to trace them with my tongue, and his cock?
It was long, thick, and oh so ready. Had I seen a picture of him like this, I’d have assumed there was some photoshopping going on.
He laid me back against the pillows and followed me down, his weight settling over me. I loved this feeling, having his body holding me to the bed. I pulled him closer, wanting to feel all of him.
“Stay like this for a minute. It feels…safe.” That wasn’t the word I was looking for, but it seemed to be the exact one Kyle wanted to hear.
He worked his way down my throat, my collarbone, his mouth warm and deliberate. A lick here, a nibble there. When his lips closed over my breast, I arched up into him, a sharp breath escaping, and he took his time worshipping my nipples.
Was this how it felt when I drank from him? If so, how did he remain so calm?
“Kyle.” It was a plea.
“I’ve got you,” he said, and I believed him. I trusted him in a way I’d only ever trusted one other.
His hand slid down my stomach, and I squirmed, trying to encourage his fingers to keep going, and they did.
When he finally touched my tip, I made a sound I didn’t recognize.
It was nearly feral, my hips rising to meet his hand.
He watched my face as he worked my cock. It felt good, almost too good.
I gripped his forearm and pressed my face into his shoulder, breathing hard against his skin.
“Look at me,” he said softly.
I did.
“Good boy.”
He kissed me slow and deep, this time his hand reaching for a condom and travel packet of lube I hadn’t seen him put on the bed. What a good Daddy, taking care of his boy like that.
“Do you want to keep going?” he asked, holding them up, showing that he put my safety first.
“So very much.”
He pulled back to open the lube and put some on his fingers, and this time when he kissed me, he worked my hole. Teasing gently at first and then entering me slowly, first with one finger, then two, and when I was begging for more, a third.
“Need!” I cried out, and he removed his fingers.
“I got you, sweetheart. I got you.”
He tore open the condom package and lubed himself up before settling between my thighs. He pushed my legs back, and I felt the blunt pressure of him, and then he was pushing slowly inside me, watching my face the entire time.
Once he was fully seated, he stopped, giving me time to adjust.
“Okay?” he asked.
“More than okay.” I shifted my hips to show him I meant it.
He moved slowly at first, and I matched him, hands running up the length of his back, feeling the flex of muscle beneath my fingertips. There were times when I loved being railed from behind, but for our first time, this face-to-face intimacy was perfect.
The pace built gradually, naturally, his hand slipping beneath the small of my back to angle me closer, a pillow slipping under my hips at some point. He thought of everything.
I dug my fingers into his shoulders and held him, knowing that I wasn’t going to be able to hold back long, and I didn’t. His hand snaked between us, and he barely touched me when my orgasm slammed into me, and I cried out his name.
He helped me ride out my orgasm before thrusting into me a few more times and experiencing his own.
We stayed tangled together afterward, neither of us in any hurry to move. A few sweet kisses here and there, but mostly a peaceful silence. But as with all good things, it was over far too soon, Kyle insisting he get me cleaned up before I fell asleep.
“Will you be here when I wake up?”
“I will be right by your side.”
The last thing I remembered before falling asleep was asking Kyle, “Will you be my Daddy?”
“I already am, sweetheart. I already am.”
I didn’t sleep long, my stomach grumbling when I woke up. But just like he promised, he was by my side.
“You stayed.
“I did, but I have a confession to make. I was a naughty Daddy. I just got back in bed. I saw you starting to stir, and I made you a tubby.”
“Really? You made me a tubby?”
Calling himself a naughty Daddy took away any worry I had that my asking had been a dream.
“I did, and if we wait too long, it will get cold.”
I bounded out of bed and rushed into the bathroom, hearing his laugh behind me.
He not only had a tub for me, but he somehow managed to make bubbles out of what I was guessing was my body wash. He also had a few random measuring cups in there for toys.
“I didn’t want to dig through your bathroom stuff to see if you had actual tub toys, but measuring cups are fun.”
He helped me into the warm water, and I played, pouring water from one cup into the other and collecting as many suds as I could.
Starting with my hair, he began to clean me up. He even rinsed my hair with a big cup of clean water. He thought of everything.
I played quietly as he washed my body and then joined in the playtime fun.
Once my fingers were wrinkly, he told me that it was time for Daddy to get me out and dressed. I loved the sound of that, and it took my disappointment for needing to leave my happy place away.
He helped me out, dried me off, and then carried me into the bedroom where he laid me on the bed.
“Do you have any special clothes you want to wear?”
“Teddy bear jams,” I said, pointing to the small dresser that kept, among other things, my Little clothes. “Bottom drawer.”
He found them and helped me get dressed, including putting me in my thick training underwear.
“Do you have food for Daddy to cook, or do you want me to order something?”
“Chicken nuggets. They’re in the freezer, and oh, can I have macaroni and cheese from the cupboard, too?”
“You can have whatever you want. Let me get a cartoon on for you, and I’ll get cooking.”
He sat me down on the couch and turned on the TV. “This is the cartoon from your new mason jar. Does it work?”
“Yes, Daddy. It’s my new favorite.”
“Well, then Daddy did well, didn’t he?”
“He’s the best.”
I watched him walk into the kitchen to make my dinner, holding the teddy bear I left on the couch that morning in my arms.
Watching him and feeling this connection between us felt good and right. I didn’t know what the future would bring, but for the first time in a very long time, I didn’t feel alone. I felt cherished, and that was something I didn’t think I’d ever experience again.