Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
Jerome
My sweet little cookie is overwhelmed. It could be from that fantastic kiss. Or maybe it’s because we’re rushing headfirst into this thing between us. The reason truly doesn’t matter to me. All I want is to see him happy.
And I’m confident I’m the person who can make him that way from now until… well, forever sounds pretty good. I don’t intend to let my boy go now that we’ve found each other.
“We can go wherever you want. Is there something else you want to take a look at? Or do you want to redo one of the trails? I’m open to whatever makes you happy.”
He looks at me for a moment, his eyes sparking with a look I’d be a fool to ignore. Hunger. Want. Lust. There’s no denying the promise in his gaze.
“Can we leave, Daddy? I want alone time with you now, please.”
I smile at his manners. Even when he’s asking to be fucked, he does it politely.
“We can. Do you want to come to my place, or should we go to yours?”
“Mine is kinda close,” he replies.
I take it to mean he’s done waiting. There’s an urgency between us now. The veil over this date has lifted. We both want to take the next step. Pretending we don’t is silly.
Turning to the side, I wave my hand out. “Lead the way, cookie. I’m all in.”
Jared doesn’t hesitate to wrap his hand around mine as he takes off toward the brightly lit exit sign. I’d laugh if my cock wasn’t trying to burst from my damn pants. His excitement is an aphrodisiac to my senses.
We weave through the crowd, trudging out the exit. Families with exhausted kids, couples who appear to be in a romantic sort of bliss, and even a few solo wanderers get passed up as my boy focuses on getting us to his place.
I let it all become a blur as I focus on the way his hand feels laced with mine and how my thoughts are plotting the ways I’ll trail over his body.
Yeah, we need to get out of here pronto.
After getting out of the light show and navigating the short distance to his apartment, we’re finally behind his closed door. We take a second to stare at one another, our breaths hot and heavy as the desire between us reaches a fever pitch.
“Daddy,” he whines.
I smirk, my hands moving to pull off my scarf. “Yes, cookie?”
“Will you…”
“Will I what?”
His throat works as he swallows deeply. “Will you fuck me now? I want to be full of you.”
My body lights up with the words. He’s asking permission, but he’s also telling me exactly what he wants should that permission be granted.
As if I’d deny either of us.
We’re consenting adults who’ve decided to try our hand at a Daddy-kink relationship. Why would I turn him away?
“Is that what you truly want? To have me sink inside you and show you what having a Daddy really feels like?”
His body jolts like he’s been electrocuted. “Yes, Daddy. Please give me it.”
I smile at the somewhat petulant tone. We’ll have to address that attitude later. I’m far too wound up to stop this now.
Rather than give him more words, I pull him forward, sealing my mouth over his. He melts instantly, his body relaxing into mine with complete trust. The jolt of pride I feel at the shift in his demeanor sends my need for him even higher.
The kiss turns filthy the more I push him. He opens for me easily, moving where I lead him with each swipe of my tongue and nibble of my teeth.
This perfect boy.
Fuck. He’s undoing all my control. All my training, the years I spent working to keep my cool in intense moments, fades with the whines he releases.
“Bedroom,” I grit out after I manage to pull away from him. It’s hard to do, but it’s necessary. I can’t properly prep him if I don’t get us to a bed right away. I don’t want to have him this first time against the front door.
My boy tugs me behind him through the dimly lit apartment until we’re in his private space. I promise myself I’ll look around before I leave. I’m sure I’ll learn more about Jared here. Any hints I can get to be the Daddy he needs will be uncovered. The detective in me won’t let it slide.
“Lube. Condoms.”
At the demand, he scrambles for the drawer of his nightstand. With his back turned, I strip off my coat and gloves. I manage to slip my shirt off too while he’s focusing on the task I gave him.
By the time he turns around, I’ve got my pants unbuttoned. His jaw drops open, his eyes trailing over my exposed skin. Chills follow the path he takes.
“Time to strip, cookie. I’m eager for my dessert.”
He giggles softly. “Ok, Daddy.”
We work together, shedding fabric without a care to where any of it lands. It doesn’t matter anyway. Not when there are more pressing matters to focus on.
Namely our hard, aching dicks.
Reaching down, I stroke myself slowly as I take in his quivering body. It takes me a second to realize he’s waiting for more instruction. He’s waiting for his Daddy to lead him.
“Good boy,” I praise. “Now get on the bed. Lay on your back and spread those legs for me.”
He rushes to do as I said. I watch with a smile, unable to hide how his actions please me.
Once he’s in position, I grab the lube and climb on the bed. I take in his pale skin. I note the red patches—his blush—spreading the more I watch.
“I need to get you ready, cookie. Daddy doesn’t want to hurt you.”
“Oh-kay,” he pants, his voice drawing the word out longer than necessary.
Flicking open the lube, I spread some on my fingers, then use even more to coat his hole. The dark pink ring blinks at me, almost as if winking at me.
I’m coming for you.
The next several minutes become a blur of us molding together. My fingers work him open as I rain praise over him. He squirms. I chase. He whimpers. I groan.
It’s a sort of erotic balance that plays before me. I know I’ll replay every second in my head until the end of time. This moment is too precious to forget.
And there’s no stopping us once we get going. By the time I’m lining my cock up to slip inside him, we’re both sweating, desperate, and on edge. I already know we won’t last long. The buildup has been too much. The edging too great.
“Daddy,” he wails as I notch inside him, our bodies aligning as if we were destined to be here. As if we were always going to find one another.
“I know, baby. I’m there too. It’s okay… It’s okay to come.”
He shakes his head with fervor. “No, please. Not yet. I don’t want to stop yet.”
Pausing my movement, I look down at him. He’s so beautiful I almost forget what I was going to say. It’s like he steals all my control, all my normal function, with his beauty.
“You don’t want me to stop even when you come?”
“W-would you keep going, Daddy? I’m too close, but I want to feel you. I want to feel full for as long as possible.”
Grunting, I focus back on doing as he asked. By the time I’m all the way inside him, he’s come across his stomach with a broken cry. I fight to hold my own orgasm back. If my boy wants more, then it’s my honor to give it to him.
With every thrust, every minute of using his body for my own pleasure, my heart cracks open more. I’m enamored. Taken in such a way that doesn’t even fucking make sense.
But there’s no seeing reason.
I can’t deny everything between us is perfect. It’s too good to not believe someone, somewhere destined this.
My orgasm crashes through me without warning. I’d been too lost in my head with visions of a future with Jared to realize it was close.
“Fuuuuucckkkk.”
“Mmmmmm,” he hums beneath me, his smile soft as his eyes remain closed. If it wasn’t for his noises, I’d think he fell asleep.
Dropping down closer to him, I take his mouth in a kiss. It’s slow, yet no less deep than the others I’ve given him tonight.
“How are you feeling?”
At my question, his eyes open. His smile is blinding as he whispers, “Perfect.”