Chapter 32
CHAPTER 32
JAKE
My heart was thundering against my ribs as Esme turned back to face me. In the few short seconds it had taken him to let Chloe and Stank outside, I’d barely had enough time to process how hard I was inside my diaper, much less everything he’d said before placing my hand on his crotch.
All reasonable and logical thought had left with the feel of him under my hand. He was turned on. Turned on for me, a man, a little, a guy sitting on his couch in a diaper with my elephant clutched in my hand and a pacifier hanging from my pajama shirt.
When he’d stood up, I’d finally been able to start processing the things he’d said. He wasn’t scared about coming out. He wasn’t worried about the things that would be said in locker rooms, by his former coach or team, or about taking care of me when I was feeling less than adult. I took all of zero point three seconds to glance away from his ass and survey the room with a new perspective. When he’d brought the toys out, I'd been excited about having things to play with, but I hadn’t really noticed all the details that made the space special. It hadn’t been decorated for him; it had been decorated for me, with my wants in mind, from the soft couches to the table perfect to sit next to and color or build puzzles on. This space was for a little— me.
Esme shut the door and turned around to stalk back to me, and I forgot all about the room, my diapered state, or why I’d been worried in the first place. “I do not have a gorgeous dick,” I said, surprising myself as much as Esme.
He guided me to my feet and raised a cocky eyebrow in my direction. “Is that so? And how would you know? I said it’s gorgeous; therefore, it’s gorgeous.”
I stared at him, my mouth slack for a few breaths. “Seriously?”
He nodded. “Yes.” Then he looked down and my eyes followed automatically. “If I wasn’t, would my dick be pressing this hard against my fly right now?” He’d been hard on the couch—I’d felt it under my hand—but standing, his cock snaked down his thigh and the material of his pants stretched against it, making it look as though it would burst from them at any second.
Esme chuckled when he saw the surprise in my eyes. “Believe me, I’ve learned a lot about littles lately—not just you. But right now, I want to get to know you as a little, adult, and in every other way too.”
I glanced up at him, having difficulty bringing him into focus. “Yeah? What else do you want to get to know?” My own cock pressed hard against the front of my diaper.
“Like what you look like riding my cock and your face when you come.”
Feeling cheeky and a bit daring, I teased him. “What if I said I wanted to top you?”
“Then I’d find out how your dick feels in my ass. I’ve only ever topped before, but that’s mostly because hookups have always been anonymous, quick fucks and the thought of having a stranger inside me has never done it for me. However, I’m well acquainted with ass play and I would be fine bottoming for the right person.”
The unspoken you hung between us and blood rushed in my ears so loudly, I could barely hear him when he continued with a smug grin on his face. “Didn’t expect that response?”
I shook my head, then glanced back at his crotch, my confidence returning at the sight of his thick cock. Memories of our summer hookup flooded back and I was done teasing. I had only one thing in mind. “I want you back inside of me.”
He wrapped an arm around my waist and kissed me soundly on the lips. One of us lost our balance and we tumbled onto the couch in a heap, both of us laughing until I adjusted and my diapered front rubbed against Esme’s cock. His head fell back on a soft groan and he rocked his hips upward. “Fuck, you feel so good on my lap.”
I grinned bashfully, ever aware of my weight and how much more I weighed than most of my previous boyfriends. “Yeah? I’m not squishing you?”
Esme growled, not a sexy one but one speaking of frustration and annoyance. “I like the feel of you on me. You are fucking perfect. All of you. And if someone has ever said otherwise, I’m happy to meet them on the ice to teach them a few lessons.” He rolled his hips and, through my diaper, I could feel the added pressure of his thighs.
His frustrated growl turned needy. “Fuck, you feel so damn good.” He reached around and felt my ass, likely looking for my hole. It was desperate to be filled by him and frustrated his touch wasn’t closer to the target. “And I need to get you out of this thing. Dammit.”
One second, I was on his lap, the next I was standing in front of him as he dropped to his knees, gripping my pants and sliding them down my legs. I swore my legs had turned to noodles as I watched him work. I was partially mesmerized by the look of him on his knees, his face mere inches from my diaper, and partially questioning how my legs were holding me.
Esme moved with confidence, first helping me step out of my pajama pants, then gently tugging my shirt from my head before once again sinking to his knees. “Oh fuck.” Had the whimper come from me or Esme? Likely me, because Esme’s lip was being pulled between his teeth as he reached for my diaper.
I thanked every god and deity I’d ever heard of that I hadn’t peed in it, nor did I need to, as he worked the first of the four tapes open. Each tape peeled back with ease until he was removing the third and my dick got tired of being confined and decided to help the process along. Had Esme been any closer, my erection would have poked him in the eye as it sprang free.
Instead of jumping back, Esme continued to peel back the last tape before standing and tossing the diaper to the side.
My nipples were already erect buds, and Esme stretched upward to take the left one between his lips. He licked, sucked, and eventually plucked the bud until it was tender and swollen before releasing it and moving to the right one. My body writhed and my hands had to dig into his sides for stability. I was too far lost in sensation to be embarrassed about the mewling sound I let out when his teeth grazed my nipple.
“E-E-Esme!” I pushed him backward, gasping as he released my nipple. “Fuck.” My voice was deep and broken. “You’re gonna make me come on the floor.”
“That could be fun.” He waggled his eyebrows as though he was actually considering making me come from nipple play, but he stood just the same.
I shook my head before he could get any ideas about what might be fun or not. “No. It would not. Because I want to be filled with your cock.” With that, I sank to my knees as gracefully as I could and took his waistband between my fingers, ready to pop the button as soon as I got permission. I paused and looked up at him. “May I?”
“You may.” He nodded, his voice sounding more strained than my own.
I wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth and set to work popping the button open and working his zipper down. Much like how the last few tapes of my diaper had been easily pulled free thanks to my erection, the zipper of his pants slid down quickly with the added help of his cock pressing against it.
The zzziiipppp was both deafening and felt as though it had taken an eternity despite having only lasted the blink of an eye. With his cock finally freed from the snug material, he sighed.
There was no way I was going to miss an opportunity to let him know how much I wanted this, and I leaned forward, burying my nose in the space between his cock and balls, underwear be damned. I breathed in deeply, then licked his length from tip to root, cursing the fabric separating his skin and my tongue while loving the noises he made above me.
Esme’s hands landed on my shoulders, first just resting there, then gripping my shoulders tightly as I worked up and down the length of his shaft.
“Enough.” His voice was rough and strained as he said the word, and I looked up to see his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he composed himself. “Weren’t you the one who said you wanted to be filled with my cock?”
I gave a put-upon sigh and leaned back on my heels, taking in his body and his half-dressed state. He was sexy as sin and I wanted nothing more than to drink it all in. Well, almost nothing more. The one thing I wanted more was feeling his dick stretching my ass to the point of bursting. The first time together had been so damn good I’d been dreaming about it for nearly half a year.
The thought of sinking onto him and feeling him fill me so completely was enough to have me moving once more. In short order, I had his pants and underwear off him and stood to tug his shirt from his body. Finally, we were completely naked, our hard cocks brushing against one another.
Esme reached around my body and slid his finger between my cheeks, finally making contact with my entrance. “I can’t wait to stretch this pretty hole of yours. I’ve had dreams about watching my cock disappear into your body and the noises you made.”
Something crossed his face and he groaned. “Fuck. I never bought more condoms.” He reached for his pants, found his wallet, and searched. “I have a packet of lube but no condom. Dammit. I guess we can do other things and get more prepared for next time.”
“Do we need a condom? I was tested at my last physical and I’m on PrEP.”