My throat and lips feel dry, my hands clammy, so I stop to swallow and lick my lips, ready to find another argument to convince him when he stands and makes his way around the desk. He sits on the edge of it, right in front of me, then crosses his arms over his chest and looks at me with intensity in his eyes. Or is that heat?
I feel like he’s about to tell me to go to hell, so maybe not.
“Say that again,” he demands.
“What?” I ask, my blood pumping at the command, at how much I want to do whatever he says. “I can show you how much of a good boy I can be?”
“No, the last part.”
“Daddy?” His pupils go wide, his eyes almost purely black, so I say it again. “Daddy.”
He lets out a harsh breath that sounds almost like a growl.
So he likes that, and I don’t know if it’s me saying it or just anyone saying it, but I’ve heard two people call him that tonight, so...
“No one’s ever called me that. Even the boys I’ve been with.”
“But just now?—”
“They call me Daddy Jake,” he interrupts me. “But I’ve never been just Daddy.”
“You can tonight. If you give me a chance.” Is that too much?
God, I’m probably going to put him off with how pushy I’m being. Why didn’t I just keep my trap shut? Why did I have to go ahead and spill all my wants tohim?
Because this is too good a chance to pass up,my subconscious offers, and it gives me another boost of confidence.
Taking another big leap, I sit again, right at the edge of my chair, then slowly lean in until my mouth is a hair’s breadth away from his crotch. I keep looking up at him.
“Let me show you, Daddy,” I whisper.
His mouth drops slightly open as he looks down at me, his arms coming loose slowly and his chest rising and falling with breaths that are becoming more ragged the more time passes.
“You’re more than a decade younger than me,” he says.
“That’s more than fine by me. I wanted this before I met you, and even if you say no, I’ll still want this after. I don’t mind you being older. You’re hot.”
“You’re Benny’s teammate,” he says, clearly trying to come up with any excuse. That gives me pause.
“Do you not want me?” Am I making him uncomfortable? God, that’s mortifying.
“No, no, no,” he shouts, and shakes his head quickly. That has me breathing easier.
“Okay, then, what’s the holdup? What does it matter if I’m Benny’s teammate?”
“You’re also one of his best friends.”
“Yeah,” I say slowly, waiting for him to get to the point.
“What if this just?—”
“What if we just try, and if I’m not the boy you’re looking for, then we forget about it?”
“Just like that?” he asks, looking skeptical.
“I promise, Daddy,” I whisper.
He stares deeply into my eyes for a long moment, then nods and straightens, and moves to the side—which has me mourning our closeness.