14. Teach Me
Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit.
In the shower, my brain repeats those two words as it replays what happened only minutes ago.
I sat in his lap. We kissed, and what a kiss it was. I didn’t mean to come, but my body acted on its own, pressing against him until I reached my peak. I fucking came, and he didn’t get mad.
The twins were right. I was clear with him, I told him what I wanted, and he didn’t push me away.
I’m not sure what all of this means. All I know is that I want to be close to him again. Now I know, at least to a point, what it would feel like to have sex with him. How warm he feels, how soft, and how his beard scratched my skin, his groan in my mouth as I came…
Holy shit, I’m getting hard again. How is that even possible?
I soap myself up quickly and rinse off, not touching myself more than necessary.
I already got off; I can’t be greedy. Logan won’t want that.
He’s probably regretting it right now, and I’ll have to go back to longing for him like a lovestruck idiot.
God, I really hope he doesn’t regret it.
I hope he’s not mad at me for making this happen.
My boxers and jeans are stained with cum, so I get dressed in only my T-shirt and tie a towel around my hips before I leave the bathroom. Logan is in the kitchen, washing the dishes like nothing happened.
“Daddy?”
He turns around to face me. When I glance down at his crotch and see his bulge, my breath catches, and I suddenly feel terrible for leaving him in that state.
I came, and he didn’t. I’d go down on my knees right now, but I’m not sure what would happen if I did.
He still looks conflicted—tormented by guilt and all the reasons why he thinks we shouldn’t, and maybe also by all the reasons why we should.
“Daddy…” I reach out for his arm, and as soon as I do, he grabs my wrist. One shallow breath, and he backs me up against the fridge.
“Tell me again,” he grits out, towering over me.
“T-tell you what?”
“That we’re not going too far.” He grips my chin with his index finger and thumb, forcing me to meet his fiery gaze. “That you want this.”
“We’re not. I want it so bad.” I wait, my breaths coming in short bursts. When he does nothing but close his eyes, as if he’s hesitating again, I grow impatient, gripping his shirt. “Do you—”
Before I have time to finish the question, he swoops down and kisses me.
Just a peck at first, then he pulls back and looks me in the eye.
When he sees what he’s looking for—whatever it is—he dives back in, pushing his lips to mine.
I can’t hold back a whimper, and with his fingers on my chin, he pulls my jaw down so my lips part, deepening our connection in every single way.
It started soft and hesitant, but soon, there’s nothing soft about the kiss. As our tongues meet, my knees literally buckle, and Logan doesn’t skip a beat; he grabs my thighs and wraps my legs around his waist, then he lifts me onto the counter and breaks the kiss to look into my eyes.
“Oh my God,” I breathe, head spinning.
“Is this okay?”
My towel has slid down to the floor so I’m fully exposed, and Logan stands between my legs, adding a pressure there that makes me moan. I stare down between our bodies, my cock sandwiched between my stomach and his crotch.
“Yes. Please.” My words come out with an intense urgency. I thought I was desperate before, but it’s nothing compared to how I feel now. I tilt my chin up, waiting for him to kiss me again, but he just breathes against my mouth, hands squeezing my bare hips.
“We’re not doing this unless you understand one thing.”
“I und—”
“No. Listen.”
The commanding tone of his voice gives me pause.
He leans back, and I look him in the eye instead of at his mouth.
He takes a deep breath, as if he’s grounding himself, and I whimper in a slight panic.
Why is he stopping? Is he changing his mind?
But his crotch is still pressed against mine, his cock rock-hard under his pants, and when he leans his forehead against mine, his voice is rough and full of pent-up desire.
“If you feel overwhelmed, or if you want me to stop for any reason—any at all—you’ll tell me, okay?”
“Okay.”
“Promise me.”
“I promise,” I gasp, and the moment I do, his lips capture mine again.
I moan and writhe against him, the pressure on my naked cock against his clothed frame almost too much.
If this goes on for much longer, I’ll come.
I strain against it, trying to hold myself back, but when he squeezes my thighs harder and slides his thumbs toward my groin to part my legs even further, I whimper into his mouth as my cock jumps and spills cum all over us.
Again. He didn’t even touch me. Fuck, this is embarrassing.
“Oh,” I whimper. “Sorry.”
“Shh. Never say sorry for that.” He strokes my lips with his thumb, and I part them automatically, inviting him inside. I lick and suck at his thumb, slowly coming down from my orgasm.
“I felt too good,” I admit, and he smiles.
“I know. And Daddy will make you feel even better, okay?”
Oh my God. From those words alone and the gaze he pairs with it, I’m fairly sure I’ll make a fast recovery. In fact, I already feel my cock twitch.
He lifts my stained shirt over my head, and I reach out to take his shirt off too, exposing the hairy expanse of his chest, his bulging pecs, and his soft belly.
God, all I want right now is for him to press his body to mine.
I want his manly scent filling my nostrils, the salt of his sweat on my tongue…
Fuck, I’m getting hard again. The effect he has on me should be studied.
Noticing what’s happening, he looks down between our bodies, and my breath catches as he strokes a thumb up the underside of my shaft. I’m all wet and sticky with cum there, but he doesn’t seem to mind.
“So sensitive,” he murmurs, thumb rubbing my sticky slit.
Afraid he’ll make me come again before I have a chance to touch him, I wrap my arms around his shoulders and jump into his lap. He laughs as he stumbles backward, gripping my thighs.
We kiss again as he carries me out of the kitchen, kicks the door open to the bedroom, and lays me gently down on the mattress.
He stands up only to unbuckle his pants and pull them down along with his underwear, and fuck…
He only lets me see a glimpse of it before he climbs onto bed and kisses me again, but a glimpse is all I need to know that it’s massive.
Whimpering into the kiss, I reach down between our bodies, desperate to feel it for the first time.
When my hand closes around him, my own dick twitches eagerly.
We moan into each other’s mouths, bodies grinding, my hand pumping his massive erection.
The girth of it alone is shocking. How the hell is it going to fit inside me? All I know is that I want to find out.
I roll onto my stomach, laying my body out to him like an offering. He sucks in a sharp breath behind me as I arch my back, making it obvious where I want him, where I crave him.
“Please, Daddy. Be my first.”
I know I’m being forward. Too forward, maybe.
I can’t help it, though. It must have something to do with how badly I want him—how badly I’ve been craving this very moment.
To have him sink into my body and claim my hole is the pinnacle of what I’ve been fantasizing about countless times, and now it’s finally going to happen.
He puts a hand on my waist, grounding me with his touch. “We can’t do that right now, sweetheart.”
My stomach drops at the gentle dismissal in his voice, and I squirm with embarrassment. Did I misread the situation?
“Why not?”
His gentle hands stroke the sides of my ass, and even though I won’t get exactly what I want today, any touch of his makes me shiver with anticipation.
“We have to take it slow,” he says, and his calm voice soothes some of my embarrassment. “It’s your first time. If you really want to try, I’ll buy some toys to help prepare you with.”
Try? I don’t want to try; I want to do it. “Toys? Okay, but…”
“No buts,” he says softly. “Until then, would you like Daddy to kiss you here?”
My breath hitches as he runs a finger down my crease, stroking my hole. “Yeah. Yes, please.” I part my legs, and I feel him settling between them and placing two hands on my cheeks. He spends a few moments just stroking them, and I flick my gaze over my shoulder, afraid he’s changed his mind.
He inhales a deep breath, and when he speaks, he sounds overcome, like he’s in pain. “You’re so beautiful, Ollie. You have no idea.”
Well, I don’t know what I look like from his angle, but—oh…
The moment his wet tongue laps at my hole, I grab the sheets with both hands, moaning into the pillow. He doesn’t stop there—he kisses my hole, circles it with his tongue, and prods it with the tip, softly at first, then delving deeper.
“Holy shit, uhh…” I melt into the mattress, pressing my ass back into his touch.
The bristles of his beard rasp my cheeks—something I never knew would feel so good.
It adds to the pleasure of what’s already happening, which is already so overwhelming.
The sound of his low hums and the wetness of his tongue burrowing into me have me dripping precum onto the sheets, and whimpers of pleasure spills from my lips.
He pulls back for a moment. “Good?”
I chase his touch, arching my back so far it hurts. “Yeah. So good. Please don’t stop.”
And he doesn’t. He eats my hole until my thighs are trembling, until shivers run through my body. When he reaches between my legs and grasps my leaking dick, I’m not even sure if I need it. I come the moment he touches me, letting out loud, long moans as he keeps kissing and licking my hole.
It’s the best I’ve ever felt. Nothing comes close. After I’ve stopped moaning, he slowly pulls back from my ass, and his beard tickles my skin as he gives both cheeks a kiss.
I turn around, gazing up at him in awe.
“Was that good?” he asks with a smile.
At a loss for words, I only nod, and he smiles again and kisses me.
“Tell me what to do,” I gasp against his lips, eager for him to take the lead and give me instructions on how to please him. It still feels like he’s holding back. I want him to let go fully and take control. He gave me pleasure—now I want to give him the same. I’m a bit worried he won’t let me.
“Come here.” He reverses our positions and lifts me on top of him.
I feel his erection press against my thigh, hot and hard and wet with precum.
Then we kiss some more. God, I love kissing him.
I kiss his bearded cheek, his chin, his neck.
I kiss his shoulders, both nipples, and inhale his scent.
So warm. So soft. When I press my nose to the tuft of hair between his pecs, he chuckles and strokes the back of my head. I look up, flashing him a smile.
“You like it that bad, huh?” he murmurs, eyes darkening with lust.
“Sorry,” I say, feeling like I’m taking it too far, like I’m showing my obsession too much.
“You don’t need to say sorry, Oliver. Never say sorry for what you want.” He slides his thumb over my lips. “You want this, right?”
Instead of saying it with words, I take his thumb between my lips and suck it down, tasting the salt of his skin as I hear the growl rumbling in his chest.
I pop his thumb out of my mouth and look at him, eyes pleading. “Want to taste Daddy’s cock.”
He inhales a sharp breath and lets it out in a groan. “Christ, Oliver.”
“Can I? Please?” I’m already pretty sure he’ll let me, but I want him to take the lead and tell me what to do.
“Yeah.” He licks his lips, brow furrowed and eyes dark with arousal. “Go ahead.”
All my senses are on hyperalert as I climb down his body until I’ve settled between his legs, eyes level with his…
I let out a surprised breath.
Up close, it looks even bigger than before, with a fat, glistening head and a thick shaft nestled in dark pubic hair.
I wrap my fingers around it, feeling the weight of it in my hand.
Heart pounding, I dip my head and lick his slit, and his flavor explodes on my tongue.
Salt, musk, and something intensely masculine. I’m already obsessed.
I flick my eyes up to him as I run my tongue further down, wanting to taste him all over. He groans as I lick his balls, at the sweat there, his scent more intense here than anywhere else. I lap at his cock like I’ve been starved for it, because I have.
When I slide back up, I open my mouth to take his head between my lips. We let out the same moans of pleasure, and Logan hisses out a curse.
I let his cock slip between my lips and replace my mouth with my hand, pumping him clumsily. “Teach me, Daddy. I want to do it good for you.”
“You’re already doing good.”
Really? I put my mouth around the head again, sliding deeper until his cock hits the back of my throat. So big. I can barely get half of it inside before I gag.
He sucks in a breath. “Yeah… just like that. Relax your jaw. There you go. Good boy.”
I moan around his cock, saliva gathering in my mouth as I keep giving him my sloppy, inexperienced blow job. I look up to watch him, and his scrunched-up face and parted mouth make my own spent cock twitch between my legs.
“Am I doing good, Daddy?”
“You’re doing so well, Ollie. Daddy won’t last much longer.”
Really? I lave my tongue over his slit, tasting a bead of precum. “Want it,” I gasp. “Want to swallow.”
Logan groans. “Then keep your mouth on it like that. That’s it.”
While I wrap my lips around the head, tongue pressing against the underside, he grabs his shaft and starts jerking himself off with quick strokes of his massive fist. His hand bumps my chin now and again, and I love it all—the quickening of his breaths, his groans, and the anticipation of knowing I’ll get to taste his release.
Seconds later, the first hot jets of his cum fill my mouth. It tastes salty, slightly bitter, and like everything I’ve ever wanted. I swallow gratefully, making sure to get every drop.
When I look up, Logan has tilted his head back, chest heaving, brows upturned. I made him feel like that. He let me give him pleasure, and I did.
“Come here.” He scoots over, and I lie beside him, my head resting on his shoulder and my arm over his chest. Distantly, I become aware of a towel wiping us down, but mostly, I’m aware of nothing but the bliss filling my chest and the smile on my lips.
We had sex. Holy shit, we had sex. I’m not completely sure yet of what it’s going to mean, but for now, I allow myself not to think, only feel, as Daddy cleans me up and pulls me into his arms.