Page 51 of Reaching Roland

“Yes, Daddy.” He gave up trying to be sneaky and lay his chest against mine, his head tilted up, and those lips were so close. Too close not to take advantage of.

I snagged them in a deep, devouring kiss. He clutched at my shoulders as I slid my hands around farther, stopping right below the edge of his underwear. I wanted to strip him down and see all of his luscious skin. Trace the edges of his tan lines with my tongue. Find out for myself if his happy trail was thicker than the rest of his barely there chest hair. He was so fastidious, I’d found myself wondering about the nest of hair around his cock. Did he shave it or groom it? I knew my boy and there was no way it was a jungle, but I wanted to see and experience it for myself.

Kenny was back to his wriggling, so I slid my hands out of his shorts, trailing my fingers lightly over the skin, and pulled his shirt up. He backed up enough for me to whip it off of him. “Hold on, boy.” I arched enough to toss my own shirt to the side.

Kenny swallowed hard as he plunged his hands into the silver strands of my chest hair. “I knew you’d be sexy as hell.”

I swallowed. I was still nervous about what he was going to think of my older, naked body once we got that far, but so far, Kenny really seemed to appreciate what he saw, and there was no way he was lying about it right now. After unzipping his shorts, then mine, and pushing them down just enough, I grabbed him by the back of his head and jerked his mouth back to mine, licking into his mouth so I could taste the sweet happiness that resided there. He arched into me, moving his hips, and I chuckled against his lips. “Such a squirmy thing.”

Putting us both out of our misery, I grabbed him by the hips and rearranged him so his boxer-clad stiff cock pressed against the length of my hardness. Kenny immediately stilled and looked at me with apprehension. “Are you freaked out?” he asked quietly.

“No, shortcake. You feel so fuckin’ good.”

He searched my face, and I bumped my hips up, rubbing us together. A sly smile overtook his face as he finally believed me and got with the program, circling his hips and grinding his dick into mine.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”

“You like that, Daddy?” he asked before plunging his tongue back into meet mine.

From there, it was sensory overload. The hardness, the heat, the musk of man instead of something light and floral. It was different. It was hot. I was here for it.

Kenny began quaking on top of me, so I rubbed my hands down from the slick softness of his back to his hips and held them, moving him up and down on my length. “Daddy.” His little whimpers were going to be the death of me. If he ever realized how much control he had over me with those small, breathy whispers of sound, I’d never win an argument. And we would argue because I had no intention of letting this boy go anytime soon.

He jerked, hovering over me as a full-body shiver wracked his body. I wanted to see his cum, touch it, taste it. Next time. I wouldn’t deny myself that pleasure again. His body fell, like he was weightless, and I crushed him to me while I found my own release.

“Damn, Daddy,” he whispered into my neck, and I chuckled into his.

“You can say that again, shortcake.”

“Damn, Daddy.”

A full belly laugh worked its way up, and Kenny joined in. I felt free in a way I hadn’t known I was missing. I felt humbled by the man lying in my arms. I felt like I was starting the second half of my life. We’d have to clean up before we got sticky and gross, and I’d have to check and see if any of Indie’s clothes were around for Kenny to change into, but not yet. Right now, I wanted—needed—nothing more than to soak in this moment. To immerse myself in my shortcake.

Chapter Eighteen

KENNY

“Calm down, Kenny,” Austin said.

Michaela came around the corner with a smirk on her pretty face. “What do you expect, Austin? His boyfriend, or should I say his Daddy, is coming in soon.”

I stuck my tongue out at Michaela. “You're just jealous,” I said, adjusting the front part of my hair to fix it.

She came over to stand next to me and share the mirror as she fussed with her own hair. “I always told you that you floof yourself on Thursdays for this man to come.”

“Hush.”

Austin dropped down into his chair and steepled his hands. “I don't think I've ever seen you this happy, Kenny.”

“I don't think I've ever been this happy.” I knew I sounded like a complete and total sap, but everything since Saturday had been overwhelmingly amazing, beyond anything I'd ever imagined. Roland already had some side projects set up helping out the seniors in Miss Georgina’s complex for this week, so I hadn'tseen him since Sunday night, but we'd been texting every day and talking at night until one of us passed out. Yeah, we'd been doing that before, but it was so different now with him officially being my partner slash Daddy.

“Kenny?” Austin asked.

“Aha?” Seriously, why was he bothering me when I was trying to get ready to see my man?

“Have you been wearing those shoes all day?”

I looked down at the blue and whiteHey Dudeson my feet. “Yeah. You like?”

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