Chapter 14
Drew
“Daddy, you’re home.”
Henry was standing in the doorway. Leaning against the jamb, he stood outlined from the light shining in from the hallway. I pushed myself up on my elbows to get a better look at him.
After the Uber dropped me off at Henry’s house, I used the code he gave me to slip inside the silent house. It was beyond weird for me to be there without him. But since no one was there to tell me no, I slowly wandered through it.
It was tastefully decorated, but it didn’t feel like a showroom floor.
There were touches of his life everywhere.
Off to one side of the living room was an overflowing basket of toys for Ben.
Stacked to one side of the bookshelves were older textbooks and recent new releases with uncreased spines, but the books shelved properly were heavily lined and well worn.
There were also a ton of pictures of Marc, Ben, and Henry.
In one, Ben was still a baby, and they’d taken him to the beach.
From the looks of it, maybe it was Hawaii.
Ben was slathered with so much sunscreen he looked like a greased ghost, while Marc and Henry had clearly been out in the sun too long because their skin had passed pink and ventured well into lobster territory.
They proudly held up a giant fish between them while Marc had Ben strapped to his chest in a baby carrier.
After thoroughly examining all the living room photos and books—but skipping his office—I made my way to his bedroom.
In the en suite bathroom, I found the extra toothbrush as promised and discovered his bathtub was deep enough for soaking and had jets.
I flipped the faucet on so fast it would’ve made your head spin, every single pun intended.
By any definition, Halo House was luxurious, but certain things had been sacrificed to make room for more residents, and one of those things was en suite bathrooms. I’d missed having the private time to just soak alone, whether in the tub or standing under the spray of the shower.
Communal showers meant there was a decent chance someone else would be using the bathroom at the same time, so the opportunities for quiet enjoyment were few and far between.
After getting thoroughly clean, I rummaged through Henry’s drawers to find some sleep pants and a T-shirt.
My intention had been to stay awake until he got home.
It hadn’t even been ten o’clock when I finished my bath and shower, but my eyes slipped closed just to rest them, and then I was out completely.
“Sorry, sweetheart, I didn’t mean to wake you,” Daddy said as he crossed the room to me.
Once he reached the bed, he leaned down and gave me the softest, sweetest kiss on my lips.
It was more of a brush than a kiss, but when he pulled back, I licked my lips to get a lingering taste of him.
In response, Daddy leaned down again and gave me a more lingering one.
His tongue slipped into my mouth while I hooked an arm around his neck to keep him near.
The feel of him smiling against my mouth made me smile in return. It was a lovely way to wake up.
“Hold that thought, sexy boy. I need to take a quick shower.”
I collapsed back on the bed while he headed into the bathroom. While the shower ran, I thought I heard clothes hitting the hamper. It felt like years—although ten minutes was also an option—before he was back in the bedroom with an indecent towel wrapped around his waist.
“Hello again.”
“Hi.” Daddy grinned. “I usually sleep naked. Should I make an exception tonight and find some pajamas?”
I pretended to consider his question while I lay on the pillow watching him. “Hmm, I mean, it is your house, so you should be comfortable. It would be best, I think, for you to do what you normally do.”
“Seems fair,” Daddy said as he walked forward and dropped his towel along the way.
Lordy, this man was pretty. I might hate the gym, but I appreciated the heck out of him working out. He wasn’t muscle-bound or anything, but trim and fit, and it was easy to see he didn’t skip lifting days. Rather than go around the bed, he climbed in and settled on top of me.
I loved the weight of him on me. Sure, I was trapped under the cover and couldn’t move, but that was a small price to pay for being smothered by him. Who knows what my parents would put on my tombstone, but I was sure they could think of something to raise a few eyebrows back in Iowa.
We didn’t bother with the pleasantries. Daddy dropped his head and gave me a proper kiss.
His tongue swept inside my mouth, and every nerve ending went into overdrive.
All the blood in my body immediately rushed to my dick, and I was instantly hard.
Daddy must have felt it because he immediately ground his body into mine.
I couldn’t stop myself from thrusting my hips forward.
I needed more, and he was the only one who could give it to me.
“I’ve been thinking about this for hours,” Daddy murmured when he stopped to drag in a harsh breath. “Sweetheart, you smell so good.”
He burrowed into my neck, and I felt so powerful. So wanted. So sexy.
“Yeah, I borrowed your tub and shower, and now I’m extra clean.”
“Extra?”
“Yeah.” I squirmed in embarrassment and suddenly wished I’d kept my mouth closed.
“Oh hell yes,” Daddy growled.
He pushed himself off me, threw back the covers, and wasted no time getting me naked.
After one more firm kiss on my mouth, he flipped me over on the bed.
Daddy sucked a breath in through his teeth in a slow hiss.
I felt his hands grab the globes of my ass and knead softly.
My hard cock inexplicably hardened even more as precum leaked from it, likely leaving a wet spot on the sheets.
Before I knew what he was about, I felt Daddy’s lips between my shoulder blades.
He rained kisses down my back until he reached my ass.
Once there, he switched to nibbles and licks.
My eyes rolled back into my head, and I just let myself float.
No way in hell was I going to get in the way of where he was headed.
Daddy spread my cheeks, and I felt him kiss that most intimate spot on me.
Daddy’s tongue explored every puckered fold before his tongue pushed forward into me.
The stimulation of that tight spot of nerves sent waves of pleasure cascading across my body.
Whatever ability I had to think was gone as wave after wave of pleasure steamrolled over me.
Daddy’s hands gripped my hips and pulled me up without ever pulling his mouth off me.
His hand fisted my cock while his tongue fucked me.
With just a few pumps, I was already over the edge and cum spilled from my cock.
I might regret the wet spot tomorrow, but it was worth it to feel this good.
Daddy groaned, then released my pulsing dick.
I vaguely heard the sound of him stroking his cock over me.
When I heard his shout and then felt the splash of warm cum on my back, I couldn’t hide an exhausted smile.
He collapsed on top of me, and I didn’t even care about the wet spot.
His harsh breathing was a drumbeat in my ear.
I was sated and happy and tired. It was perfect.
“Can you breathe?” Daddy mumbled in my ear.
“Barely,” I whispered back.
“Good enough.” I heard the smile in his voice and suspected he was feeling the same as me in the moment.
“Sweetheart, I don’t want to move.”
“So don’t.”
“Unless you want us sticking together and sleeping in unpleasant wet spots, we have to,” he said regretfully.
“Fine. If we must, we must.”
“I’ll wash your back. It’s the least I can do.”
“Daddy, you’re such a gentleman.” I giggled.
“And don’t you forget it,” Daddy said with a smack on the ass. “C’mon, I want to wash your front too.”
“Good morning.”
“Morning.” Daddy’s voice was scratchy with sleep, but I could tell he was happy and didn’t even mind that I had woken him up. He probably would’ve been up hours ago, except he hadn’t gotten home until after midnight, and then we’d stayed up way past that. “I thought you liked to sleep in.”
“You must be a mind reader. I was just thinking that you probably would’ve been up hours ago.”
Getting out of bed didn’t seem like a good plan, so I snuggled closer to Daddy instead.
He automatically wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close.
The heat of his body was almost overwhelming, but thankfully, this man kept his house at a ridiculously low temperature.
I didn’t even want to think about the state of his electric bill every month.
“Yeah, I would’ve been, but somebody kept me up ’til all hours of the morning.”
“I can’t tell if that’s a complaint or not,” I confessed. Since I was sprawled over the top of him, I didn’t think either of us was too worried.
“It’s definitely not a complaint, and maybe I could get used to sleeping late. It’s kinda nice.”
“I agree.”
“Do you have to be anywhere today, or can you hang out with me?”
“Do you want to hang out with me?”
“Obviously. I asked you because I wanted that, but I do have a few errands to run. I need to drop off some dry cleaning and get my oil changed because the light won’t stay off.”
“That sounds very domestic, Daddy.”
“It does, doesn’t it?”
There was satisfaction in his voice, and I wasn’t sure what to do with that, so I decided I wasn’t going to address it at all.
“Then it’s settled. You’re going to hang out with me today and maybe tomorrow if I can talk you into it.”
He squeezed me a little when he said it.