26. Always Yours #2
He hums under his breath, the sound echoing off the shower walls. “We don’t have time.” Despite his words, his fingers slide between my cheeks to rub my hole. “Daddy needs to go to work.”
I press myself against him with a whimper, burying my face between his hairy pecs.
He ends up rubbing shower gel between my cheeks and lathering my balls and cock, cleaning me everywhere.
He handles me like I’m something precious, like I’m a gift he’s wished for all his life.
I moan into his mouth when he kisses me, the hot stream of the shower making everything wet and slippery.
His strong, gentle hands stroke both of our cocks until we come, united, kissing under the water.
As he turns the shower off and envelops me in a towel, we keep kissing.
Even though I’ve literally come three times this morning, I’m still insatiable.
I’ve never felt as safe, as wanted, or as hopeful for the future.
“When?” I ask as we’re getting dressed.
“Hmm?” He glances at his watch.
“You’re going to work, but…” I give him a sheepish smile, and he chuckles when he understands what I’m getting at.
“I’ll come pick you up tonight, and I’ll take you to dinner.”
I bite my lip. “Okay.” Dinner is nice, but I kind of want to be alone with him, and whenever we’ve had an outing previously, he’s been reluctant to show me any sort of affection in public.
Especially if we run into judgment from others.
I hope tonight will be different, though.
Since the talk with Mom, he’s been acting differently.
The momentary shadows of guilt that would cross his expression no longer do, and he hasn’t pulled away from my touch even once.
All I want is to be with him openly, without shame, and I think he wants that too.
As we order our food, he’s got his hand on my thigh.
The waiter looks at us a little strangely, but Logan doesn’t stiffen like he would before.
Instead, he strokes my thigh soothingly, and while we eat, we talk about simple things, like work, the yummy scent of food in the air, and a game I’m looking forward to that’s releasing soon.
Then we talk about not-so-simple things. Like my mom.
“I’m not going to tell you what to do,” Logan says. “But she’s your mother, after all. Do you think you can forgive her?”
I give a one-shouldered shrug, gaze downturned. “I don’t know yet. But she’s my mom, so I guess… she’s not going anywhere.” I don’t really want to see her right now. Maybe later, once the emotions that her confession stirred up have settled a bit.
Logan squeezes my thigh. “I’m not going anywhere, either.”
I look up at him, and he smiles as he wipes a piece of food off the corner of my mouth. Frowning a little, he brushes my bangs to the side, running his fingers through my unruly locks until they’re just right.
“How’s your neck?” he asks, hand shifting to check the stiffness of my muscles. “Do you want a massage when we get home?”
My cheeks heat when I remember the massage he gave me from what feels like forever ago. If he gave me one now, it would end differently, and I’m sure it wouldn’t involve clothes.
“No. I mean… I’m okay.” I can barely speak for the tightness in my chest—the emotions flying through my veins with a force that leaves me breathless. I want to tell him so many things, but for now, all I can manage is one single sentence that encompasses it all. “You’re the best daddy.”
He smiles and takes my hand. “You’re sweet.”
“No, I’m serious. There’s no one like you. You’re perfect. I mean, perfect to me. For me.”
His jaw tightens for a moment, then releases, and when he speaks, his voice is earnest and full of a fondness that makes my heart race. “If I’m the perfect daddy, then you’re the perfect boy.”
I can’t help the noise that rushes out of my mouth. A breathless whimper—desperate, the way I’ve always been desperate for him, the way I’ve always craved him all my life. Over the years, I’ve craved him in different ways, but it’s always been him.
My breathing grows shallow, and heat gathers between my legs.
We’re sitting in the middle of the restaurant with people all around.
Despite that, he cups the back of my neck and pulls me into a kiss.
I gasp into his mouth, pushing closer. The kiss turns a little more heated than I think he expected, and suddenly we can’t leave the restaurant fast enough.
We barely make it back to his place. In the garage, he pins me to the door of the car and kisses me like he’s never craved anything more.
I whisper, “Daddy,” into the kiss, and that seems to drive him even crazier.
He ruts the steely line of his erection against my lower stomach, and my own hardness fits perfectly against his thigh.
“Come here.” He lifts my legs to wrap them around his waist, and he manages to lock the car and walk us all the way to the elevator like that, a hand on my ass stabilizing me as I hold on to his neck.
“Hurry,” I gasp as he unlocks the door to his apartment, and he walks me to the bed, laying me down and pulling back to watch me like I’m a five-course meal he’s about to devour. I lift my shirt to take it off, but he grabs my wrist.
“Let me.” He takes his time carefully undressing me, unwrapping me like a gift.
First my shirt, then my shoes and my socks, then unbuckling my jeans and sliding them down along with my underwear.
Once I’m naked, I part my legs as he settles between them, and he rolls his eyes back at the sight of me.
“Look at you, sweetheart.” His rough hands caress the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. “Daddy’s perfect boy.”
My cock jumps, reaching for his touch, and I squirm with joy, my body buzzing with heat. I want to be so, so good for him.
“You know what Daddy wants, right?” he murmurs.
I nod desperately. “Please take it. It’s yours.” He flips me over, and my breath gets stuck in my throat at the shock of pleasure as he buries his face between my ass cheeks. I swallow, gathering myself enough to whimper, “Only yours.”
He lifts my hips up, positioning me on my knees, and when he folds my dick back and licks it, all the way up to my balls, leaving a wet hot trail up to my hole, I almost topple over.
I would have—if he hadn’t been holding on to my hips, keeping me on my hands and knees.
Parting my cheeks with his thumbs, he exposes me completely.
“Daddy,” I gasp as his hot tongue burrows into my hole. I arch my back, squirming under his touch as he takes me apart. The feeling of his beard scratching my ass cheeks feels almost as good as his tongue. I moan into the pillow, muffling my helpless moans.
“Don’t,” he says, voice a growl of desire. “Let me hear you.”
I turn my head, and with nothing to stifle my moans, I let out all the sounds without inhibition. Fuck, it feels so good. When he parts my cheeks even wider and tongue-fucks my ass, I scream out my pleasure, and he hums against my skin, his fingers digging into the flesh of my ass.
“Please,” I gasp. “Want Daddy… want Daddy’s cock.”
He pulls away to get his clothes off. “Come here.” Fully nude, he lies down, back propped up against the bed frame. His massive cock points straight at the ceiling, a pearl of precum at the reddened tip. “Sit in Daddy’s lap.”
My cheeks heat with want and a rush of heady desire. For once, he seems as eager for it as I am. I crawl into his lap, and when he kisses me, I taste myself on his tongue.
“Are you ready for Daddy’s fingers?” He grips my ass, sliding a finger along my crease and over my wet hole.
I nod desperately. “Please.”
“You want to be Daddy’s good boy, don’t you?”
“Yours. Always yours.”
“Fuck, Oliver…” His brows furrow for a moment, eyes going glassy with tears, as if he can’t believe this is real—that we’re really together like this, that I’m his and he’s mine.