Page 29 of A Daddy to Love

Gently, slowly, like I was made of glass, he pulled my underwear down until it was off and I lay completely naked. My cock poked up, tilting back a bit from the weight. I was proud not to be too little, but not too big, either.

“So pretty,” he said in that enticing voice of his. “Let Daddy take care of this, yes?”

“Yes, Daddy.” My voice shook. My words got garbled. I said it again to make sure he understood. “Yes, Daddy.”

He massaged my thigh, which surprised me because my needy cock was so demanding. I liked that he took his time. But I also didn’t like it. I wanted him to touch me. Not as a little but as a big boy all grown up the way time did not allow us to avoid.

His knuckles brushed my balls. I made a backward hissing sound. His fingers touched and squeezed the inside of my other thigh, moving up and up until he finally, mercifully, cupped my balls.

They moved under his grip. He leaned over me, hand still holding me there between my legs, and kissed my lips.

“Sweet,” he murmured, then took his mouth away.

I’d never wanted something so much in my life. I wanted to yell: Let me have it. Instead, a gurgle worked its way up my throat as he kissed down my body.

When his lips open-mouthed the bare skin at the hairless base of my cock—I shaved down there all the time because I liked how it felt—I went blank all except for that touch and the feel of the air all around that tender spot. It seemed too cold, then too hot as he licked, then took his mouth away.

“May I kiss you?”

I tried to make sense of his request and couldn’t. I nodded anyway, opening my eyes just in time to see his lips purse at the tip of my cock.

“Oh-oh.” I grabbed a pillow and put it over my face. That focused the sensation even more.

He kissed me sweetly the way he had kissed my mouth. His lips opened.

The tip of my cock slipped into wet heat and I cried out, pushing the pillow away to see. The head went right into his mouth. I heaved. I banged my head back. I squeezed my eyes shut, then opened them wide.

The sweetest burning sensation overtook my cock. I lifted my head. Truce’s cheeks hollowed as he sucked it, just the head, then a little more.

A rush came over me. But I curled my fingers and toes to stop myself from coming. I wanted this to last more than a few seconds. Sheesh.

I bit my lower lip, concentrating on the pain. It helped. A bit.

Squeaks and groans and rumbles all got stuck in my throat. Truce’s wet mouth began to lower, then came back up to the tip as he sucked.

So good. So good.

“Daddy,” I rasped.

His mouth went back down on me. Further. Taking more. A fiery storm ran through my veins. Ripples of tight pleasure at the base of my spine, in my balls. The ripple went into my cock, pushing against the pull of his mouth. A deep throb threatened, expanding outward to encompass my whole being. I tumbled. My cock spasmed.

Should I warn him?

“Daddy,” I rasped again.

Truce hummed as he pulled up with a stronger suction that made everything seem to break around me. Even the air itself.

He drank from me as I came hard for a very long time.

12

Truce

Kairo slept in my arms for hours while I was only able to doze off and on. Sometimes his body shifted, but not to get away. It was to push himself closer to me.

I hadn’t come when he did. But almost. Without any touch. Instead, I settled him, held him, and savored everything. Edging was a thing with me. In kink spaces I was expert at it with others and with myself. I didn’t hate it. I loved holding onto the floaty feeling as long as I could.

As I lay awake, the dark of the room was freeing. I often thought of the night like being in another world whether I was out partying or trying to sleep. My mind raced ahead of itself in the beauty of this particular night.