Chapter Sixteen
Will
When I got home, it was very late, but Sammy’s car was parked in front of my house.
Worried, I hurried over and rapped on the driver’s side window.
He peeked out at me, blinking fast. Had he been asleep?
And how long had he been there. We’d been texting up to a couple of hours before and he never mentioned coming over.
He flicked the lock and I opened his door and helped him out. “Sammy, are you all right? Why are you here?”
He rubbed his eyes and leaned in to me. “I missed you. So I came over.”
“Oh, I missed you too. But I don’t like to think of you waiting out here in your car. It’s not safe.”
“The doors were locked.”
I was arguing with a sleepy person, and that would never get me anywhere. So I did what I really wanted to do and enfolded him in my arms. Sammy tipped his face up for a kiss, which I gladly bestowed.
“You smell so good, Daddy.”
I inhaled the clean, fresh soap-and-water scent of his hair.
“So do you, my sweetest boy.” I didn’t want him to be out in his car like that, but I couldn’t be sad to have him with me.
I would have gone right to his place from the airport, but I hadn’t wanted to wake him this late. And how had that worked out?
In either case, he wasn’t leaving here without a key.
When we finished kissing, I walked him over to the front door and let him in before returning to my car to get my bag. Inside, I found him sitting on the sofa and already half asleep again.
Setting down my bag, I sat next to him and pulled him into my lap. “Now, what’s all this really about? I would have come to see you first thing in the morning. I don’t like to think of you all alone like that.”
“But I wasn’t alone.” He rubbed his cheek on my chest. “Brock came over, but it’s not the same as having my daddy with me.
Before I met you, my friends and I tried to make each other feel better.
We could be little or little-ish together and it helped us keep it together.
But we all hoped to meet our true daddy.
Like Rowan did with Summit. And now that I’ve met you, halfway isn’t enough at all. ”
“I understand.” And it made my heart ache to think of them struggling like that, doing their very best to give each other comfort.
“When I went to Chained and played with the single littles, it was almost more painful than being alone. They were all adorable and fun, but they weren’t my person.
And after I went home, the loneliness was worse.
” I cuddled him to me and kissed his cheek.
“It’s so selfish and not daddylike at all, but besides worry, when I saw you there tonight, I was very happy not to have to wait to see you. ”
“I think that’s very daddy-like.” He offered me a shy grin. “You were glad, really?”
“Of course. How could I not be happy to see my sweetest boy?”
“I need to spend the night.”
“Yes, you do.” Easing him away, I stood up. “But despite how nice you were about it, I smell like airplane air and strangers, and I want to take a shower. Would you like to join me?” I held out my hand.
“I don’t smell any of that, just my nice daddy, but I will soap you all up and down until you don’t smell it either.” He accepted my grip, and I pulled him up.
We undressed each other with such tenderness, it brought tears to my eyes.
When we stood under the warm spray, we hugged each other tight.
As if we’d been apart for years instead of just a few days, I rediscovered his planes and angles and how we fit together.
My sweet boy poured shower gel on the sponge and rubbed the lather all over me before handing it to me to return the favor.
He shampooed my hair, fingertips massaging my scalp until I nearly purred.
And then I turned him to face the wall and squeezed some of the shower-safe lube onto my fingers.
He groaned as I penetrated him with one, two, three fingers, preparing him, stretching him for my cock.
I’d learned how tight he was, and I never wanted to hurt him.
But after a few minutes, he bucked back toward me. “I need you.”
“I need you more,” I said, and he laughed.
“Just do it.”
“So pushy, my boy.” But I wasn’t a fool to turn down an offer like that. Easing my fingers out, I parted his cheeks and placed the head of my cock at his hole. Thrust in, savoring the tight fist of his body.
As we rocked together, I gripped his hips and rasped out, “Stroke yourself. Come with me.”
Steam swirled around us, adding a magical element to what was already incredible. How had I ever thought what was between me and anyone else was even good? Nothing like this. I exploded into him as he let out a long moan and splattered the wall with his cum.
And then we had to clean up again, before drying off and crawling into bed together.
My last thoughts before sleep captured my consciousness was that maybe we needed more than just a key.
I wanted to come home and find him here every day.
To go to the club and out to dinner and to visit friends together.
And to spend quiet evenings at home ending in lovemaking or little scenes or whatever he needed or wanted.
I needed to wait for the right time to bring it up. For now, I’d get a key made.