Chapter 21
CASH
The door shut behind me, and panic set in.
What the fuck did I do?
I just kissed him. Then I fired—
The door opened behind me.
“Strip,” Thad said.
A smile stretched my face before the shock of his words set in. “Thank fucking God.”
“I’m not joking, Cash. Get naked. I’ve wanted you too much and held myself back for too long to wait.”
“I don’t want you to wait. I want you to fuck me. Use me as you please.”
“This is the stupidest idea, and I’m a shitty Dom for not having this conversation yet, but…”
“No buts. Unless it’s mine and you’re in it. I know and use the stoplights,” I said, pulling at my clothes until they flew from my body.
He slowly unbuttoned his dress shirt, peeling it from his big, broad shoulders.
The doc was a big man. A big, beautiful man with a body professional athletes would kill for.
When he had the time to maintain the six-pack and those…
fuck me…those tits of his, I’d never know, but it was his long, sculpted arms that captivated me.
When I stood before him completely bare, he walked forward, his dress pants still belted in place. I lifted one hand to his chest, letting my fingers trace over his pecs while my other hand gripped his belt.
“I’m not sure if you remember how this works, Daddy, but it typically needs two people to be naked.”
“Do you know what hearing you call me that does to me, boy?”
“I’m hoping it makes you want to pin me to the bed and fuck me until I’m a crying, screaming mess.”
“That and so much more,” he said, shoving me backward until I fell to the bed with a bounce.
He fell to his knees. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
“And horny, Doc. Don’t forget horny.”
He chuckled. His tongue licked a swipe up the underside of my dick. “Oh, I can see how horny you are. I’m going to take care of you. I promise.”
He swallowed me whole, sucking hard. His hot, wet mouth wrapped around my cock, moving up and down my shaft while he played with my balls and tickled my hole. My hands came up to his head, but he grabbed them, pressing them against the bed.
His mouth popped off my dick, and he growled, “No touching. You put the puck on my stick and asked me what I was going to do. The answer is make you mine, which means what I say goes.”
Holy shit, that bossy, Dr. Vale-knows-what’s-best tone did things to me. Precum bubbled from my dick, rolling over the head. He held my eyes as he licked and sucked the tip like a damn straw.
Each suck timed perfectly with the throbbing in my groin. Every time he got me close, he pulled off and rolled me to lick and nip at my hole. Time fell away. The man was everywhere, leaving me bathed in sensation and Thad as he bounced back and forth between sucking my cock and eating my ass.
“You got lube?” he asked, his fingers replacing his tongue while he kissed and bit my ass.
“The drawer,” I gasped. “Condoms too.” I crawled backward toward the headboard, careful of my knee.
“Good boy. Get them. As much as I’d like to see if you come harder from me sucking your dick or eating your ass, Daddy needs in your ass.”
My dick pulsed and throbbed. Cum spurted from my tip, and I groaned. Mortified that the nearly year and a half since I’d had sex with someone other than my hand had ruined—
He chuckled darkly, his eyes locked on my dick. “Cute trick. Now, let’s see if I can force you to come again,” he said, unbuckling his belt and removing his pants. The hard line of his cock pressed against his underwear.
“Did the orgasm scramble your brains?” he asked.
“I can’t believe I did that,” I said, covering the heat in my face with my hands.
“It was hot as fuck. Now, get the lube. I want to see you open yourself for me.”
My head flopped back on the bed. “Oh my God! You’ve gotta stop talking.”
The fucker laughed. I quit caring when he peeled off his boxer briefs.
His cock sprang free, so purple and veiny and glistening in the dim light of the room.
I’d known he was packing heat, but fuck me.
It would be awhile, but I wanted to ride that big dick.
I wanted to bounce on it and kneel before it , worshiping it like the divine being it was.
“Like what you see?”
I nodded, licking my lips. “And then some. I have a question…”
“Yes?”
“When can I kneel again?”
His eyes darkened, and he moved faster than a man half his age.
Thumb pressed into the soft spot under my chin, his fingers gripped my neck as he angled my face up to his.
He kissed me hard, then pulled away to growl, “One of these days that bratty mouth is gonna write a check your ass is gonna have to cash.”
“They don’t call me Money for nothing, Daddy.”
He slanted his mouth over mine while moving me onto my right side. My hand smacked the nightstand until I managed to get the drawer open and the supplies out.
I dropped the condoms…the whole strip…on the bed next to us. Thad pulled from my mouth, scooting down the bed. He took the bottle of lube from me and drizzled it on my hand. Making the biggest mess.
“Now, show me how much you want me.”
I whimpered. And swallowed. And shook. But I did what he asked . I toyed with my hole, stretching it and massaging it. The orgasm had helped, but…
“Look at that pretty hole,” he said, his fingers tracing my hole, the rim, my fingers where I pressed them in and out. “Hmm, baby boy. Daddy can’t wait to fuck it. Can you take a third finger yet?”
“Jesus…”
“That’s not an answer.
“Yes!” I pressed a third against the rim, pushing…
“Good. That’s so good. Daddy’s brat is so good. Does it feel good ? Are you imagining it’s my fingers spreading you open?”
“No!” I gasped.
“No? No it doesn’t feel good? Or no, you aren’t imagining it’s my fingers. Don’t you want me to get you ready to take me?”
“Please, Thad, plea—oh my God!” With little warning, he pressed his finger against my mine, pushing against the rim until our combined fingers popped through. “Yes!”
Warm wet heat surrounded my cock. His mouth sucked me, his fingers gripped mine, taking control of how our fingers fucked my ass. The stretch was almost too intense.
Everything went pitch black and narrowed. Nothing got through but the sounds we made together and the places our bodies touched.
“Oh fuck. Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck! I-I-I oh fuck. Oh fuuuck!”
Fingers pegged my prostate. A tongue cupped my cockhead. Lips dragged over my shaft. Hands played with my balls or squeezed my tits.
“Please,” I cried. My throat felt raw. “So close, Daddy. I’m so, so, so…n-nee-need to come.”
“Gahh!” Cool air ghosted over my wet, heated flesh. “Fuck. Look at you. So needy and desperate. You’re such a beautiful little whore for Daddy, Cash. So fucking perfect.”
The muscles inside and out spasmed when he left me gaping. Needy and desperate just like he said. Sobbing and begging. Embarrassed how quickly I fell apart. Proud and confident in how much this man…how much Thad wanted me.
“Please, please, please, please, please, please, please.” The pleas tumbled out one on top of the other.
Hair pulled.
Neck twisted.
Mouth ravaged.
Tongue twisted and tangled.
Hole—
“Fuck! Oh God! Yes. Thank you, Jesus!”
His cock invaded.
Slow.
Steady
Intense
Big.
Impossibly big.
I felt…split…stretched…full.
“God damn, you take me so good. I wish I had my camera. I’d take so many pictures. Big, beautiful artist pictures. I want them blown up, black and white, larger than life.”
“Fuck yes.” I wanted that. I wanted to see him claim me.
His body flush with mine, buried to the hilt, he paused. Then pushed.
Once.
Twice.
I lost it. “Fuck me, motherfucker. Please, for the love of God, please, please, fuuuuck… Yes!”
He pulled out and plunged back in.
“Yes. Use me. Fuck me!” I demanded.
And he did.
Over and over.
And over and over.
Again and again.
His cock dragged in and out.
He pegged me with every thrust.
And I let go.
Floated away. Like floating on my back in the ocean, I lay suspended in sensation and emotion. I gave myself over to them. They did with me what they would. What Thad willed.
The beautiful filth disappeared, leaving behind the sexy, comforting rumble while I felt rather than heard my own words clawing their way out of my body.
Body tensed.
Toes curled.
“Fuuuck!!”
Cock throbbed. Pulsed. Spurted.
Cum spewed.
Thad groaned.
And white static took me.
A low, rumbling murmur of kisses penetrated the floaty nothingness.
“So perfect. So worth the wait. You are amazing, Cash Benjamin.”
Thad.
Thad…no…Daddy…Daddy fucked me so good. Hard, fast, rough, so rough. And dirty. Filthy.
“Daddy.” The word came out raspy and raw.
“There he is.”
I rolled toward his big, warm body, burying my face between his tits. His arms pulled me tight to him, and his lips pressed against my forehead.
“Is my hair wet?” I asked, the cool air bringing the wet strands to my mind through the fog still clinging to the edges of my consciousness.
“Yes. We were a mess.”
“We showered?”
“Yes, baby boy. Daddy cleaned you up and changed the sheets.”
Daddy.
I sighed. Fuck that sounded so good.
“I don’t remember.”
“I know,” the smug bastard replied with a self-satisfied smile.
“Jesus. As if you, a world-renowned orthopedic surgeon with a patient list filled with the most famous athletes and stars, didn’t have a big enough head.”
“Watching you hit subspace was a beautiful thing. A gift. One I plan to ensure we get to enjoy as often as possible.”
Later, ensconced in my favorite spot on the balcony, a large, mostly empty bowl of shared ice cream sitting on the end table slowly turning to soup, we lay cuddled together.
Or rather, Thad sat as he had during the early days of my post-op recovery, and I turned into his side, glommed to him like a koala with separation anxiety.
My arm and leg were thrown over him, held in place by one of his arms, his hand gripping my shoulder.
The fingers of his other hand trailed up my hamstring from knee to ass, slipping under the edge of the running shorts I’d slipped on to trace the edge of the built-in briefs.