Chapter 23
CHAPTER 23
ESME
I woke up Sunday with an unfamiliar weight draped across my chest. Since I could breathe, I knew it wasn’t Chloe, but it was too heavy to be Stank. When it made an unfamiliar sound, my eyes popped open and for a second I was surprised to see sandy brown hair on my chest. Then I remembered how tired Jake had been on the way home the night before and my last-minute decision to invite him to my place for the night.
He'd agreed as readily as his sleepy brain could process the request. It wasn't until I’d begun tucking him into my bed that I’d begun to wonder if he’d known what he was agreeing to. I’d already decided to sleep on the couch when his heavy eyes cracked open enough to bring me into focus. He pointed toward my pillow and spoke around his pacifier. “Bed.”
There had been something before and after the word, but I hadn’t been able to make it out. “You want me to sleep with you?”
Jake had nodded definitively, then closed his mouth around his pacifier and pulled Elle toward his face and was back asleep. After I’d gotten myself ready for bed, I’d pulled on a pair of pajama pants and slipped in next to him, careful to give him enough room since I didn't want to scare the hell out of him if he didn’t remember coming home with me when he woke up.
As it turned out, I shouldn’t have worried. Jake had slid closer to me and was using my chest as a pillow. Since he was in Chloe’s normal spot, she had slept on my other side, and I was trapped until one of them woke up.
A few minutes after I woke up, Jake’s breathing changed and he stretched slowly. Then I felt him wiggle and grunt before he sat up suddenly.
“What's up?” I asked, still not ready to get up.
He must not have been that awake because he yelped and fell straight out of the bed with a thump hard enough Chloe got up to look over the bed with me.
“Are you okay?” I asked, looking down at where he'd fallen.
He must have slept hard because his hair was sticking up at all angles and he was rubbing his eyes in confusion. “Oww.” He blinked the world slowly into focus, then looked up at me. “Whose house are we at?” He looked over at Chloe, then up at the wall and answered his own question before I could. “Oh. Yours.”
“Yeah. Are you okay?” I asked again.
Jake nodded, seeming to wake up just a little more. “Yeah. Sorry. Everything was out of whack for a minute. I don’t remember coming back here last night. And, shit, I have to pee.”
At my raised eyebrow, Jake shook his head firmly. “No. I am not peeing with you watching. Awkward.” He picked himself up and headed toward the bathroom, muttering about the morning already being awkward enough.
Though he might have thought it awkward, he didn't bother shutting the door before peeling the tapes of his diaper off or relieving himself in the toilet. Chloe had decided it was too early to wake up and was back asleep before Jake turned to wash his hands, but I was now awake.
He walked out of the bathroom without the telltale bulge of a diaper, though his pacifier was still clipped to his shirt. I’d never mentioned that Jake was going to spend the night, but Canyon must have assumed that because he’d texted last night and told me to take my cues from him this morning as he might not be fully back to big.
I’d have believed he was completely back to his adult self if it weren’t for the way he was looking at me for some form of direction. I stifled a yawn, my brain still struggling to come online for the morning. “Are you hungry?”
Jake nodded eagerly. “Pancakes?”
I chuckled. “Pancakes it is. Let me go pee and we can go downstairs.”
As I relieved my own bladder, I played the events of the last few minutes back in my head, questioning if Jake was big or little. I hadn’t decided what the answer was as I flushed the toilet, and by the time I’d washed my hands, I’d decided it didn’t matter. Like Canyon's text had told me, I needed to take my cues from him.
Neither of us was used to the morning after. Hell, this was the first time I’d woken up with someone in a decade or more. It was the first time I’d ever slept with someone when sex hadn’t been on the menu. Jake had been honest about never having a Daddy before. That probably meant we were both confused and trying to feel our way through the morning.
With a newfound confidence, I stepped out of the bathroom and gestured for Jake to take my hand. He didn’t hesitate, though he made sure to grab Elle before doing so. The action didn’t give me anything to go on since Elle was important to Jake no matter what headspace he was in.
He hadn’t given me much more to go on before we'd gotten to the living room, so I gave him an option. “Do you want to get a coloring book and crayons for while I make breakfast?”
He gave me a long look before nodding slowly. He never used words, just picked the coloring book and crayons off the table and followed me into the kitchen.
I hadn’t gotten a sippy cup for him at the store, though the cup I'd picked up had a lid, and I grabbed it from the dishwasher and filled it with water, making a mental note to get juice or chocolate milk if this was going to become a common occurrence.
Jake took the offering with a smile and focused on his picture. I took it to mean he wasn’t quite big and left him to wake up while I made breakfast for us.
By the time it was ready, Jake had pushed the coloring book to the side and was watching me closely while I worked. “You’re not totally freaked out by last night?”
I slipped the plate of pancakes in front of him. “No. I actually enjoyed it. What about you?”
He took a bite of pancakes before nodding slowly. “It was nice. You took everything in stride. Even…” He trailed off and looked down at his crotch despite having taken his diaper off while upstairs.
I poured syrup on my pancakes and cut a bite, giving him time to say something else. When he didn’t, I offered a small smile. "It really wasn't surprising to me. Not really. Like I said, I've done a lot of research, and I’d already known Aiden and Larson wore diapers from what their Daddies had told me last night.”
Jake flushed, though it never reached the level of full-on blush. “Oh.”
I was calling it a win.
Leaning over the island, I pressed a kiss to his syrup-sweetened lips. He let out a happy hum deep in his chest and when I pulled back, his pupils had dilated and his breathing had quickened.
He chased my lips, and when they weren't readily available, he huffed while dropping back into his chair and pushing his plate away. “Would it be too forward of me to tell you I want your dick in my ass? I’m suddenly not that hungry, at least not for food.”
My head fell back with my laughter. "That escalated quickly.”
Jake didn’t deny it, only grinned. “It’s been literal months since I’ve had your dick inside me, and if I think about it hard enough, I swear I can still feel it.”
“Well, you’re good for my ego.”
He smirked at me. “Listen, now that my shock has worn off and my brain has woken up, I’m horny.”
I’d been feeling similarly since the night before. Being completely honest with myself, I'd been horny since we'd kissed in the supply closet. Since we'd met in the bar, Jake's closeness had been an aphrodisiac. Just his presence was enough to make me horny.
He wouldn’t have to twist my arm, but I needed to know one thing first. “Are you just trying to get out of talking about last night?”
Jake’s eyes crinkled with laughter. “Only a little. I had fully intended to talk to you about last night, but then you kissed me. Now you have to fuck me.”
My laughter escaped unbidden. “I’m not sure that's exactly how this should work, but I think we can make it happen.”
“Thank fuck,” Jake said, jumping up and tugging me behind him. “Where are your condoms?”
“My bathroom. But there’s a capybara blocking my way to them.”
Jake’s face scrunched up. “I’m guessing capybara in the room does not equal good sex?”
“God no. Not that I've ever tried having sex with her in the room, but if I’m anywhere near her, she has to be touching me.”
Jake pursed his lips. “Spare room?”
It was more of a storage space than a room, but there was a bed. Before I could respond, Jake pressed on.
“Bathroom? Couch?” He made a sweeping motion with his arm. “Counter? Floor?”
Holding up my hand, I laughed harder than I thought possible. “Stop. Seriously, stop! My spare room is fine. It’s just got boxes stacked up, but there's a bed with sheets on it and everything.”
"I really don't need sheets,” Jake countered.
Rolling my eyes, I pointed to the steps. “I’m guessing you know your way around this place. Let me stop in the bathroom for supplies.”
Jake nodded and hurried out of the kitchen, leaving the last half of his breakfast untouched. He stopped at the steps and pointed a finger at me. “Don’t move my food. I’ll need it after!”
What just happened?
I shook my head and jogged up the steps behind Jake. In my room, I tiptoed past Chloe and Stank and rummaged through my bathroom closet until I found a box of condoms. There was only one condom left but it would do. Creeping back into my bedroom, I slid open the bedside drawer and pulled out the lube, then slid it shut without ever waking the animals. Well, Stank opened an eye a sliver, looked me over, then closed it again.
I’d never been so thankful to shut a door behind me as I was when I got to the spare room. “Suc—“My word cut off when my eyes landed on Jake sprawled naked on the bed, one hand wrapped around his hard cock.
He lifted his head to look at me. “Get the supplies?”
I nodded, my eyes glued to his hand working his cock.
“Thank fuck. Get over here and put your dick in me.”
I nodded again, my attention too drawn to his hand to think of words. My feet took me to the side of the bed of their own accord, but I was at a loss for what to do from there. This wasn’t an anonymous hookup. Jake hadn't prepped beforehand. His hole wasn’t lubed and stretched. Did that mean I needed to do it for him? Would I hurt him?
Playing with my ass was always a mixed bag when it came to pleasure and pain. Sometimes my fingers sliding into me were ecstasy; sometimes it was biting pain, sharp enough for me to go soft and lose interest altogether.
Jake didn't possess the same reservations I had. He was confident when he began to tell me exactly what he wanted me to do.
“Lube your fingers up and slide one inside me.” I followed his instructions but looked at my finger before lining it up with his hole. Jake propped himself up on his elbows and gave me a wicked smirk. “You're not going to hurt me. I could easily take two to start with. I just want you to feel how much I need you inside me right now.”
I took a deep breath and pressed my index finger against his rim. He hummed as my finger slipped inside him, his body easily taking my intrusion. “Fuck. Fuck yes. Feel how easy that went in?” His head had dropped back and he was looking at the ceiling as he spoke. I could feel his ass pulsing around my finger and instead of going soft, his dick had stayed hard against his stomach.
My pulse quickened and I swore my heart was trying to see just how hard it could beat before breaking my ribs. I’d never stretched a guy like this. Never had the ability to slip my finger inside of him before he’d stretched himself. It was different. Tighter. Hotter. More primal, yet intimate.
I pumped it in and out of his body once and Jake began to shake his head. “Yeah, no. That’s not going to work. Second finger, now.” He was confident with his demand but needy at the same time.
“You're very impatient,” I said, slipping my finger out and sliding two into him.
Jake drew in a sharp breath, his ass arching off the bed with his back, then slowly sinking down as he exhaled. When he’d relaxed again, he made sure to find my eyes before saying anything. “I know what I want.”
Over the last twenty-four hours, I’d gotten to know Jake as a little. A man who was bashful and shy and looking for a Daddy to make decisions for him. I was now getting to know a very different side of him. This man was confident and sexy and knew exactly what he wanted.
Lost in thought, I almost forgot about my fingers deep in Jake’s ass. He didn’t let me get too lost in my head, though, and began fucking himself on my fingers, pushing his ass against my hand and taking what he needed from me.
“Move… your… fingers.” His words were nearly another demand as he worked himself on me, a fine sheen of sweat dotting his chest and forehead.
I did as he asked and Jake yelled into the room. I did it again, feeling his prostate and knowing I’d hit the right spot when Jake cried out. Eventually, my fingers were moving without resistance and Jake managed to pick his head up to look at me. Each word he spoke from between gritted teeth took effort, and so did the thrusts of his ass against my hand.
“Need you inside me.” He looked me up and down. “Why the fuck are you still dressed? Naked. Condom. In. Now.”
It wasn't my fault I was still dressed. I’d walked into the room to him stroking his cock and demanding I get my fingers inside him. I hadn’t had time to lose the T-shirt and pajama pants I was wearing. Sliding my fingers out of him was the last thing I wanted to do, but I realized I needed to if I was going to get my dick inside of him.
With regret, I freed my hand and made short work of my clothes. The condom proved to be a challenge with slick fingers, and Jake took great amusement from that as I fought to open it. When I finally got it open, it popped out of the packaging and landed on Jake’s stomach. He laughed at my predicament, but I was too relieved to care and grabbed it and slid it down my length.
We both let out a sigh once it was fully on and I was using extra lube to slick it. “Are you sure I'm not going to hurt you?” I knew two fingers wasn't enough for my dick to slide easily into him.
“Oh, it's going to hurt. But it's going to feel so fucking good.” When I didn’t move toward him, Jake leaned up to touch my arm. “Esme, listen to me. I know my body. I know what I like and want. I want to feel you slide into me. I’ll tell you if I need a break. I promise.”
I stared at him for a few seconds after he'd stopped speaking, unable to detect anything but sincerity and truth in his words, and lined the head of my cock up with his ass.
His hole was so tight I couldn’t slide in quickly, even if I'd wanted to. I moved gently, slowly inching my way inside of him while giving us both time to adjust. He hissed and moaned and I did the same until my balls were resting on his ass and we both took a deep breath.
Jake eventually grinned up at me with a lust-drunk smile. “Just as good as I remember.” He then reached down and gripped his thighs to pull his legs farther back and somehow I slid deeper inside him. We both gasped at the sudden movement before Jake rocked his hips.
“Fuck me, Daddy.” He said the words teasingly, but something clicked into place deep inside my soul. I was his Daddy, and I would give my boy everything he needed.
Slowly, I began to pump my hips in short, shallow movements. I hadn't intended to fuck him hard and fast, but my hips had other plans and before long we were colliding in needy, desperate grunts and groans.
“That. Yes. There.” Jake’s words spurred me on until we were moving together as though we’d done this a million times before. Nothing had ever felt so good or right, and I knew exactly when I needed to reach down and take his cock in my hand.
A few strokes later, Jake’s eyes popped open. “Gonna!” he said on a gasp.
"That's it. Come for me, baby. Give me your release.”
He nodded, sweat running in rivulets down his temples, and I leaned forward to kiss him. My weight pinned him firmly to the bed and left just enough space between us for my hand to continue working his cock as I fucked him hard and fast. Jake opened his mouth to yell out as he released between us. My kiss captured the sound and hopefully kept the neighbors from hearing him.
His ass contracting around my cock pulled my own orgasm from me after a few more pumps into him. I moaned, more quietly than Jake, as I filled the condom deep inside him. He whimpered as another spurt of cum fell over my hand, then collapsed onto the bed, panting hard.
“So fucking good,” he said as I slid out and removed the condom, then tied it off. There was no trash can in this room, so I dropped it onto the floor, vowing to take care of it once I could move again.
Whenever that turned out to be.