Avery
When I woke the next morning, I tried to turn over and winced. Damn, I was sore. But as memories of the night before flooded my mind, I smiled. It was soooo worth it. I shifted, snuggling closer to the heavy warm body beside me. He grunted and wrapped an arm around me, pulling me tight against him. He mumbled something, but I couldn’t understand it. I wasn’t sure how awake he actually was. I let him drift back to sleep, because I had a feeling I wouldn’t be staying long once he woke up.
I was thrilled that he’d wanted me to stay the night, but he hadn’t given me any reason to think this went beyond a hot—really damn hot—evening of role play. That was what I’d expected, after all, and it should have been fine. But what I’d felt with him, the way he’d broken me down and then put me back together, was unbelievably perfect. I’d played Daddy and boy before, but this felt different. I felt like he could actually be that something more that I’d been craving, a man who’d take care of me, treat me like someone to be cherished, not just fucked. Why did he have to be Carter’s dad? What would Felicity say if she found out? Would Carter be angry? Would it fuck things up between him and his dad? I didn’t want to jeopardize what they’d finally found.
Haven’t you already?
No. There was no reason for Carter and Felicity to find out about last night. As much as I wanted to stay, I knew I couldn’t. Slipping out from under Daddy’s arm wasn’t easy. Damn, the man was strong.
When I sat up, I glanced back at him and sighed. He was so fucking hot. I’d likely see him again sometime at Carter and Felicity’s house, and that would just suck. Or… Maybe he and I could—No, this had to be it.
I turned away and stood.
“If you’re getting up, it better be to order us room service.”
I sputtered. “Wh-what?”
“You heard me, boy.”
He expected me to stay for breakfast? “But I was… I thought.”
“I’m hungry, and I’m sure you are too. A boy needs to eat after Daddy wears him out.”
Oh my God. He still wanted to play. “Um…” Apparently my brain was fried.
“Boy?”
“Yes, Daddy?”
“Do you need a spanking? I thought your ass would be sore enough from last night.”
I hesitated for a second. A spanking sounded almost as good as breakfast. “What would you like me to order, Daddy?”
He smiled then. “Bacon, eggs, and toast for me. And coffee. Lots of coffee. Order whatever you want for yourself, as long as you have some protein. You’ll need your strength today.”
“I…” This couldn’t really be happening.
He reached out and took my hand. “You know you can still use your safe word any time, right? It can apply to anything you’re uncomfortable with. I would never try to keep you here if you wanted to go.”
I exhaled slowly. “I want to stay. I’m just a bit overwhelmed. I didn’t think you’d want more than what we did last night.”
He rose onto his knees and stroked my hair. I leaned into the warm touch. It felt so good to be taken care of, to be soothed.
“I want you. More than I probably should. I was hoping you’d be here when I woke up, because I’m staying until Monday, and I want you to spend the weekend with me.”
“I…” This was way more than I’d expected, and if I didn’t want to leave now, ending things after two more nights wasn’t going to be any easier. But how could I say no?
I looked down into his dark eyes that were filled with heat. “I’d like that.”
“Good. Daddy needs more time to take care of his boy.”
“Mmm. That sounds amazing, but…” Was I really going to bring this up and potentially ruin everything? Yes. Yes, I was. “What about Carter?”
He stiffened. “I’ll deal with Carter.”
“Y-you’re not going to tell him, are you?”
“No. Not unless…”
My pulse thundered in my ears. “Unless?”
“Never mind. He doesn’t need to know. I’m having lunch with him and Felicity today, but after that they’ll be leaving for Trinidad. You can hang out here while I’m gone, or go do whatever you need to.”
What had he been going to say? Unless he asks? Unless we keep seeing each other? “Okay, that… that sounds fine.”
“And once I’m done, we’ll go to the spa.”
“I don’t have an appointment. I’m not sure—”
“You’ll be my guest,” he said. “I’m fairly persuasive.” That was an understatement. “I bet I can even get them to fit you in for a massage.”
Heat rushed to my face. I’d bought a lot of new makeup and clothes lately. I wasn’t sure I could afford the spa. “Um… I don’t know how much—”
“My treat.”
“I can’t let you do that.”
“I want to do this for you. Daddy takes care of his boy, remember?”
I frowned. “I don’t want that to extend to paying for me. That’s not—”
He held up his hands. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to cross a line. I’ll enjoy an afternoon at the spa a lot more if I have a friend with me. This is a no-strings-attached offer. If you meet another man by the pool, feel free to swim off with him.”
“You wouldn’t care?”
“Oh, I’d care, but I wouldn’t stop you. You don’t owe me anything.”
“Okay.” This whole thing was like a fantasy come to life. It was so good, so perfect it was almost scary. As much as I loved the game we were playing, I wasn’t sure how long we could sustain it.
“Um…” How should I ask? Did Daddy only want me because I was willing to play this game?
“Don’t be shy. You can say anything to me, boy.”
“I was wondering if we could… um… drop the role play while we eat breakfast. I’m not sure—”
He laid a hand on my arm. “Yes. I couldn’t keep it up the whole weekend anyway. Let’s just be us and talk over breakfast. We’ll work out what feels right after that, okay?”
“Yeah. I’d like that.”
“Good. Now I’m going to get in the shower, and you should call in our order.”
As he walked to the bathroom, I stared, taking in the sight of his gorgeous body and round ass. Then I realized I didn’t know how he liked his eggs.
“Daddy?”
He turned around, brows raised. “I thought we were going to drop the role-play?”
“We are, but if I have to call you Mr. Hillingdon I might as well—”
“Graham. My name is Graham.”
Suddenly, I felt more shy than I ever had last night. “Hi.”
He smiled softly. “Hi.”
***
“So how long have you known Felicity?” Graham asked once we’d each made a serious dent in our breakfasts.
“Since kindergarten. She wore this big puffy dress on the first day. Some stupid kid made fun of her, and I broke all his crayons.”
Graham snickered. “You must have formed quite a bond.”
“We did. We’ve been through a lot together. I… I don’t know how I would’ve gotten through high school without her.”
“Were you out then?”
I nodded. “I… Well, the way I am, people just assumed I was gay before I said anything. I had plenty of accepting friends, but lots of people gave me shit too. And some liked to complain that I was too gay. They’d tell me that if I’d just tone it down, things would be easier for me.”
Graham laid a hand over mine. “I’m sorry.”
I shrugged. “That was years ago; things are much better now. Felicity always defended me, and she helped me learn not to care so much what people think.” I still took shit for who I was, but it bothered me a hell of a lot less.
“Good. I haven’t gotten to know Felicity very well, but she seems like an amazing woman.”
“She is. Carter is very lucky.”
“I’m so happy for him and happy to have been a part of all this.”
Now it was my turn to squeeze his hand. “I’m glad you’re here too, and not just because of”— I waved my hand around—“This, but because you deserve to have a relationship with your children. And stepping in to help Mandy. That was… That was awesome.”
His expression softened. “Thank you. My kids mean a lot to me.”
“Are you sure whatever this thing is we’re doing is okay? I don’t want to make things awkward for you.”
He shook his head. “I love my kids, but they don’t dictate my life.”
That sounded very reasonable, but I wondered if he would be that rational if Carter found out what was going on and freaked.
“So you’ve done this before, the Daddy/boy thing?” Graham asked before taking a sip of coffee.
I swirled the last of my French toast in a puddle of syrup as I decided how to answer that. “I have, but it’s just been like a scene, not…” Real? No, that couldn’t be right.
“This intense?”
“Yeah, and this… like it really works, like it’s so easy to pretend I almost forget that’s what I’m doing.” My heart was beating so hard, I thought it might jump out of my chest. “Is that… Does that… scare you?”
He shook his head. “No, because that’s exactly how I felt.”
“Oh, wow. Just so you know, I didn’t want to take a break because I wasn’t enjoying it, but because I was enjoying it too much.”
He grinned. “That’s… I think I liked it too much too. This is fast, and maybe a little scary. I think this break was good. I’m not sure I’d ever want to role play all the time, to truly live it, but this has been the most real game I’ve ever played.”
Oh my God. “Me too.”
We didn’t talk for several moments. We both ate, and I assumed he was trying to process what we’d shared like I was.
As I finished my last piece of bacon, I watched Graham spread jam on a piece of toast. He must have felt my attention because he looked up and our gazes locked. “What do you want, Avery?”
I started to pretend I didn’t want anything, that I was just enjoying the view. Instead, I said, “I want to suck your cock.”
Graham set the toast down, pushed his chair back from the table, and opened his legs. “Then come do it.”
My pulse sped up. I was finally going to get that beautiful cock in my mouth. I slipped from my chair, going to my knees and walking on them until I reached him, not because I thought he expected it, but because it was the fastest way to get to what I wanted.
I pushed his robe apart and licked my lips as I looked down at his half-hard cock. “You seem at least somewhat interested.”
He growled and brought a hand to the back of my head. “Stop talking and get to work.”
So some of that dominance wasn’t role play at all. I brought my hands together at the base of my spine and leaned forward into his lap. Using only my mouth, I drew him in and sucked. His cock swelled more, and I loved the feel of him hardening in my mouth. He kept one hand on my head and gripped the arm of his chair with the other. I couldn’t see it well, but I was sure his knuckles were going white as I teased him with my tongue. He hardened more, almost choking me, it happened so fast.
“Yes,” he hissed. When he was all the way hard, I opened my throat and devoured him until my nose brushed his pubes. I held him there as long as I could. Then I pulled back slowly and let him drop from my mouth.
His cock bobbed in front of me, and he wrapped his hand around it and dragged it over my lips. I pushed my tongue into the slit. And then I opened again. This time he brought both hands to my face and pulled me onto his length, not forcing me, just making it clear what he wanted. I worked him, bobbing up and down, using tongue and a hint of teeth until his breaths were harsh and he moaned for me. I loved the rush this gave me. Even like this, with my hands behind my back, on my knees, nearly choking on his width, I had power over him. And in that moment, I loved it. I could make him come apart. Despite how strong he was, how I needed him to take care of me, I could give him this release.
“Gonna come, boy.”
I took him deeper, and looked up at him, trying to let him know I wanted him to.
“More,” he growled, and I gave more. Sucking him so hard he probably felt like his balls were going to come out through his dick.
“Yes!” His hands tightened around me. “Fuck, yes.”
He shot down my throat, and I swallowed frantically, not wanting to spill a drop, but there was too much for me. When he finished, I licked my lips and chin, moaning at the taste of him.
He grabbed my upper arms and pulled me up so he could lick off what I missed. Then he ravished me hard, sucking my lips, driving his tongue into me.
“That was incredible,” he whispered against my lips. “So good. Fucking perfect.”
Those words did even more to me than sucking his dick had. I hadn’t realized how deep my need-to-please kink went, but he pressed all the right buttons. I pushed my robe aside so I could get to my cock. I needed to come, and I needed it now, but he grabbed my wrist and shook his head.
“Not yet. I love how wound up you get when you’re forced to slow down.”
“But—”
His glare made me freeze.
“I thought… I thought we weren’t…”
His expression softened. “If you don’t want to, tell me. I’ll suck you or jack you off, or…”
I did want it. I wanted everything. “I want whatever you do, Daddy.”
He sucked in his breath. “Do you have any clothes here besides your tux?”
“Yes, I have what I’d planned to wear out after the reception and the clothes I wore over here yesterday.”
“You’re going to shower and dress in something that’s not insanely conspicuous, but before you dress, I have a surprise for you.”
“A surprise?”
He nodded.
“What kind of surprise?”
“You’ll find out when you’re clean and I’m dressed.”
He was going to be the death of me. “Yes, Daddy.”