“Baby, are you sure?” he asks, but I just use the sudden space between us to wrench off my shirt. “Okay, then,” he adds, his voice full of happy laughter as I reach for his shirt and start quickly undoing every button. “Here, baby boy,” he says and gently but confidently guides me to lie down on the couch. “You’re gonna let Daddy take care of you now, huh?”
“Uh-huh,” is all I can manage as he undoes my belt, pulls down my briefs with my pants, then takes off my shoes and socks. He squeezes my foot, and for some reason that has my eyes dampening again. “Daddy,” I whisper, though I don’t know exactly why.
“I got you,” he whispers, then reaches down to circle my hard dick. “Such a perfect big boy. Just relax now, baby.”
He leans down without preamble and licks at my leaking tip. He hums in pleasure, and then... and then he’s sucking me deep into his mouth. That perfect hot, wet suction never gets old, it’s always a relief.
“Daddy,” I moan, unable to explain in any way how much I need him.
“You can come whenever you want, baby boy. Daddy will take care of you.”
The second his mouth is back on me, the second I feel that perfect pull, I come undone.
At any other moment, with any other man, I might feel embarrassed by my hair trigger, but I can’t.
Not when Jake is humming in approval, when he’s lapping up at my slowly deflating dick like it’s a treat for him.
“Perfect,” he says simply, and I know my smile is blinding in that moment.
“Thank you, Daddy.”
His crinkling eyes are full of the same satisfaction I feel, but also that same need—it’s the only reason why I dare ask for more.
“Please fuck me,” I beg, not minding even a little.
He stares for a long moment, and his hands still over my hipbones, while his eyes sharpen with new intensity. I don’t know what he’s thinking, but I can’t help but dream of a time that I will.
I imagine a day when I get home exhausted, finding him there, and with only a simple glance I can tell what mood he’s in. In this magical future, he also knows exactly how to take me, what I need, what I’m able to take.
Ridiculously, I feel emotional, wanting that vision more than I’ve wanted almost anything before.
“I want you inside me. I want you to take care of me.”
I hope he knows I don’t mean sexually—or not only. Yes, right now that would be the way to take care of me, but what I want most is to feel him all over me, to have proof that he feels me too, that he wants me too... maybe as much as I want him.
I might not know him very well, but I know need and desire when I see them, and Jake wants me.
On the most basic of levels, maybe, but I can work with that. I can do everything in my power to make sure it transforms into the kind of need I want for myself.
“Stay here, baby boy,” he says softly, his face relaxing into a tenderness that feels almost cloudlike.
He leans in for a whisper of a kiss before walking to the other side of the room, to a cabinet, where he opens a drawer, grabs something, and comes back quickly.
I see it’s a strip of five condoms and a bottle of lube, and my heart starts a thrumming beat again.
Standing tall, just by my hip, he goes to finish undressing, shouldering off his shirt slowly, sensually. It’s enough for my dick to take notice, to start hardening again.
I hold my breath when his hands lower to his pants, when he pushes them down until the fabric pools on the floor. But I can’t focus on that because he’s right in front of me, naked, his long cock thick and hard, red enough that I know it has to be at least a little uncomfortable for him.
My mouth waters at the thought of rolling off the couch and kneeling in front of him, letting him use my mouth for his pleasure, but he’s the one kneeling on the floor before I can make a move.
“For tonight we’ll stick with red, green, and yellow. Okay, baby?” he asks and cups my head gently, gazing down at me with a soft smile that I have no clue how he can pull off with that hard-on.
“Okay, Daddy.”
“Good.” He leans in for another kiss then straightens, keeping that smile intact. “I’m going to take care of you tonight. I’m going to tease you a little, prep you for me, and you just have to lie there and tell Daddy how it feels, okay?”
“Yes, Daddy.”