Page 82 of Dear Daddy, Please Want Me

Daddy nodded, his eyes already fixed on the screen. “Mmmm-hmmmm. I’ll let you know what you miss.”

As if he cared about the movie at all. Daddy was absolutely nailing this.

He got ready in record time, and when he returned Daddy hadn’t moved from his seat at the far end of the couch. Actually… there were some glasses and drinks on the coffee table, so clearly he had moved at least once. But you wouldn’t know by looking at him. He looked completely absorbed in the show.

Daddy was taking care of him and his heart melted all over again.

“Hey,” he offered, not quite sure how to start the scene. Should he just walk over and sit down? Do something seductive? Pretend he wasn’t totally naked except for a butt plug?

“Oh, hey babe. Come on over,” Daddy patted his lap, but his eyes had already returned to the screen. “You didn’t miss much. They’re going over to the guys’ parents house, but they’re trying not to act like they’re together so he doesn’t lose the bet with his brother.”

It was a good thing that Levi didn’t care about this movie because it sounded inane. Who thought up these things?

Levi crossed the room and Daddy helped him settle onto the couch, his back propped up against the arm while his feet trailed over the next cushion. With each step, the plug jostled inside him, sending jolts of pleasure through him.

When he got into place, his bare ass was nestled between Daddy’s thighs, the base of the plug pressing against one of Daddy’s jeans-clad legs. It felt wickedly indecent.

Also, Daddy was hard. Oh, God, that was hot. Whatever secret plans Daddy had carried out while Levi was getting ready, they involved Daddy’s cock. Even if they didn’t do anything with it today, just feeling it pressed against his thigh made his mouth water.

“That’s the guy’s mother,” Saul pointed out. “There’s a running gag with those cookies she’s holding. Nobody likes them.”

Fuck. They were starting. They were really doing this.

Even while Saul was talking, he was already caressing Levi in long sweeping strokes. Down his chest, over his belly, across his hip, and then down to his knees. He didn’t make any effort to touch his cock, but he didn’t avoid it either.

Of course, Levi had already been half hard just from fingering himself open to get the plug in, and now that he was here, finally, with his real, actual Daddy, his cock was pointing straight up in the air.

Saul ran his hand back up, his wrist gliding over his dick as it passed.

“Oh, are you cold, motek?” Daddy asked.

“A little bit,” he admitted. That aspect of being naked in the living room hadn’t occurred to him before.

Daddy drew his favorite blanket from the back of the couch and draped it over him, taking special care to keep his feet warm.

Then, under the blanket, the long, slow caresses resumed. He felt shivery and small. Daddy had gotten the balance just right. It didn’t feel like he was being ignored. Daddy was clearly happy that he was here, enjoying the opportunity to snuggle and watch a movie together.

What Daddy was ignoring was this intense need pulsing through him. The desire to accommodate and submit himself to whatever Daddy needed, just to please him. The glorious flashes of pleasure that the plug sent through him and the sporadic thrill of Daddy touching his cock, however incidentally.

“Warm enough?” Daddy asked.

It took him a moment to find his voice. “Yes, Abbale.”

“Good. I’ve got you to keep me nice and cozy, but I don’t want your feet to get cold.”

Levi let his eyes drift closed. He’d never felt so warm and cared for in his life. He could almost feel the warmth like it was an emotion. Like the intimacy and his favorite blanket were wrapping around him together, their heat intertwined.

Daddy put an arm behind his shoulders and pulled him over so that he could rest his head more on Daddy’s chest than the couch. That was even better.

For a while, Daddy just rubbed up and down his leg, fingers skimming within an inch of his balls but never quite touching.

Daddy laughed at something on the screen and the vibrations sent another wave of need through him as the plug shifted. Daddy looked down at him and smiled, like they were sharing the joke from the movie.

Yeah, the movie. With, um, some people in it. All he could think about was the angle of Daddy’s jaw and the kissable little lines at the corner of his eyes. He didn’t need to see anything else.

After some interminable time, Daddy’s hands started to rove, finally settling on Levi’s cock. But not his whole cock. Daddy was just holding him loosely, fingers curled right below the head. Then he started to run his thumb gently over the frenulum, swiping gently from side to side.

It took about two of those soft strokes before Levi was ready to come. He’d already been crazy with desire and that little notch was so tender and sensitive.