Page 25 of Just A Little Love

The kitchen atmosphere felt like electricity was crackling in the air with my words. I’d laid my cards on the table, so I wanted nothing more than to continue what we’d started last night in the car. Daddy was so damn sexy and it blew my mind he wanted someone like me. Any guy he wanted was an option for him, but it was me standing next to him in the kitchen with a raging hard-on.

I was paralyzed by indecision about whether I’d gone too far when Daddy reached out and drew me off the stool and close to him. I ended up standing between his open legs while heremained on the stool. With his hands on my waist, I wasn’t sure where to put mine. I don’t remember doing it, but my arms ended up circling around his neck. My fingers teased the soft, short strands of his dark hair. I couldn’t keep my eyes off his mouth. Gabriel’s— no, he was Daddy. Daddy’s mouth was too perfect, and I desperately wanted his lips against my own. His tongue darted to wet his lips slightly and an involuntary whimper escaped from me.

“I very much want to kiss you, Bunny.”

“I very much want to be kissed, Daddy.”

As soon as I spoke the words into the universe, Daddy sealed his mouth over mine. His tongue teased at the curve of my lips, and I willingly yielded to him. Our tongues tangled with each other in a slow dance. It felt like he would devour me, piece by piece, and then put me all back together again. I wanted to savor every second. I heard a moan, but I wasn't sure which one of us made it.

Daddy pulled me closer until I stood with my body mashed against his. I could feel our cocks rubbing through our pants and we were both hard at the contact. My body felt like it was on fire as his tongue stroked mine over and over and over. One of his hands migrated to the back of my head and his fingers gripped my hair to pull my head back. He left a trail of kisses and licks and nips along the tendons of my neck. My cock leaked as his tongue danced along my skin. It ached in the best way and wanted more of whatever Daddy would give me. I had no illusions about who was in command. Daddy was, and I only wanted to be his good boy.

The biggest lie I had told myself was that I could view Daddy as a temporary exploration and let him go when the time came to end it. When that time arrived, it would be the last thing I wanted. I wouldn’t walk away with my heart intact, and there was no chance I wouldn’t dive headfirst into the deep end.

I wanted Gabriel on a visceral level. He’d candidly admitted that he’d worked too long and hard to take time for a relationship. According to him, boys required their daddies home every night or at least most nights, and he said he couldn’t offer stability to anyone for years. None of that mattered because my body wanted no one but him. Tomorrow or next week or next month would be soon enough to worry about my inevitable broken heart. I’d take this exploration as far as it could go, and the consequences be damned.

When I thought my heart would pound out of my chest, Daddy lifted his mouth away from mine and gazed down into my eyes. With flushed cheeks, blown pupils, and his panting breath, I realized I’d created this need in him. No previous partner had ever looked positively debauched from a make-out session. I felt so fucking powerful, and pride coursed through me. This was not a one-sided infatuation. Daddy wanted me as much as I wanted him. That thought spurred my need to get his body tight against mine, and I rocked my hips into him. I wanted friction more than I needed air. Daddy’s evil chuckle told me he knew exactly what I wanted, and he would not give it to me until he decided I could get it. The more I whined and rocked, the stronger the grip Daddy used to stop my rut.

“Baby, this is a daddy’s job. I decide what you get.” I made a frustrated sound in the back of my throat, but I stoppedtrying to take control. “You’re my good boy, aren’t you?” Daddy whispered against my skin. His words ignited a fire inside me. I immediately burned hot, and my breathing turned to pants. My lungs ceased to function, and it was all I could do to pull air in. Every inch of my skin was burned with the need to feel his own against mine. I nestled my hips against Daddy’s groin, and his cock strained to be freed. Daddy’s mouth nipped, sucked, and licked its way down my neck. My fingers itched to touch his bare skin, trace his muscular torso, and touch his dick in any manner he’d let me.

“Baby, you okay?” he whispered before his tongue traced the shell of my ear.

My brain wasn’t capable of speech, but I managed a few whimpers. Daddy pulled me tighter, sucked my earlobe into his mouth before trailing kisses down my throat. His hot, open mouth sucked on my skin, and I secretly hoped he’d leave his mark on me.

My love of marks had been the bane of my existence back in high school. I loved to look at a guy’s handwork on me after a make-out session. Every time I saw the marks, I’d remember how good it felt, and the memories would turn into jerk-off fodder. Nothing compared to Daddy’s mouth on me though, and I practically felt blood sizzle in my veins. I wanted the world to know I belonged to him. I arched my neck to give him better access, and he rewarded me with a deep pull of the skin at my nape. My entire body shuddered with need.

“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy,” I chanted in a broken voice. I was racing uncontrollably towards a cliff, desperately wanting to flyoff the edge. “Daddy, I need you. Please, Daddy. Please, please, please.” My pleas were barely coherent, and I didn’t even know what I was asking for, except it was something more. More friction. More pressure. Moresomething.

Kissing Daddy had not been my intention when we went into the kitchen. When we left the store, I thought he’d drop me off and I would get my bearings. It wasn't his fault I liked the headspace I entered at the store, or that I momentarily forgot this relationship was pretend on his part. I wanted him, and more than that, I needed him to show me how to get back to the floaty space I'd been in. This afternoon started so promisingly, went to shit, and now was mind-bending hot. I wanted to ride the roller coaster over and over.

Gabriel finally took pity on me as I alternated between gasps and moans. He murmured soothing words while he ran his hands up my arms and down my back. His hands gripped my ass and pulled me close. He responded to my cries and adjusted my position, so I was leaning against the stool beside him. He fumbled with the string of my joggers but undid them in short order. My heart hammered away in my chest while blood thrummed through my veins. I could feel every pump of blood, and my dick throbbed in sync. I wasn’t sure I remembered my name or how to speak coherently. Instead, I just mewled.

“Baby, I wanna blow you. Will you let me?” Daddy asked.

My unfocused brain struggled to come back online. I tried to speak, but I couldn’t gather my thoughts long enough to figure out how, so I moaned instead.

“Fuck, baby, you're so good. I wanna make you fly. We haven’t talked nearly enough to do this without your permission. Baby? I need your words.” Daddy’s low voice penetrated into my brain.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I choked out while my hips thrust forward, involuntarily seeking any kind of friction.

“Baby, you’re gonna scream,” Daddy said as he slid to his knees in front of me. He yanked my joggers down in one go before shoving me against the barstool seat. Without warning, he swallowed me whole. I gasped when all the air left my lungs in one whoosh. My fingers found purchase in his hair, and I curled over him because my entire body shuddered and shook with need. Daddy growled deep in his chest and doubled his efforts to suck my soul out through my dick. His hand inched over from his grip on my ass cheeks, and one of his fingers pulsed in the same rhythm against my hole as he sucked me.

The need to cum had me almost in tears. My body screamed to let go as the need inside me tightened and intensified. The tell-tale tingle started at the base of my spine and expanded until my balls drew up tight to my body. Daddy loosened his grip, and one hand cupped my balls and tugged a bit on them while he continued to suck me. His cheeks hollowed with each motion, and his lips were wet with drool where his lips wrapped around my cock. I thrust obscenely into his mouth while I tried desperately to drag oxygen into my lungs.

“Daddy,” I wailed, “I’m gonna cum.” I tried helplessly to pull out of his mouth, but Daddy growled and moved his hands to my hips to keep me in place. He bobbed faster and faster on my dick until my cock exploded into his mouth. He swallowed aroundmy cock while his fingers tightened their hold. I hoped he left me with fingerprint bruises to remind me of the moment. My vision got a little blurry as I fought to catch my breath after my explosive release. Daddy realized the exact moment his mouth on my cock turned painful and released my softened dick.

I vaguely heard flesh sliding against flesh. I looked down to see a debauched Daddy jacking his own cock while he stayed on his knees below me. His head jerked backward, and the tendons in his neck strained. In his rumpled clothes with sweat-covered skin and dark hair plastered to his head, Daddy looked nothing like the put-together man he was outside this room.

He was beautiful.

I slammed my mouth to his in a sloppy, desperate kiss and tasted myself on his tongue. We battled for dominance and, once again, I ceded to my Daddy’s authority. His hand gripped my hair in a painful hold, and there was nowhere else I’d rather be. I felt Daddy gasp against my mouth and then jerk away. I looked down to see long ropes of cum splashed against the floor. He pulled my head back down and sealed his mouth against my own. This kiss was languid and relaxed. I felt his smile before raising my head to see it myself. The sparkle in his eye matched my grin.

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After we’d cleaned ourselves and the kitchen up, we detoured to the bathroom where we both hopped into the shower for a quick rinse before making our way back to the living room. I ended upon the couch, splayed across Daddy, and absently running my hands across his furry chest.

“Hey, Daddy, can I tell you something?” Daddy must shave often because his five-o’clock shadow was coming in quickly. We lay quietly in the late afternoon sun, a rarity for this time of year. I used his shoulder more than my pillow, and I couldn’t think of a more comfortable place to be. Evening came quickly in the Pacific Northwest, and the light faded out of my window, even if it was still early.

“You can tell me anything, Bunny.” Gabriel looked down at me when he said it. His lips looked as puffy as mine felt. His eyes were soft and happily tired.

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