Page 75 of Just A Little Fling

“S’okay, Babbo, I’m gonna take good care of you.”

“You’re a good boy, aren’t you?” I pushed the hair off his face so I could see him properly. Nico nodded sagely at my question, earning him another few strokes of his dick.

“If you want me to bottom for you, I’m gonna need to get myself cleaned up,” I said as I continued to slowly jack him.

“But I don’t wanna wait.” The eagerness in his voice was unmistakable. I took my hand off his shaft and finished washing the rest of his body. From where he sat between my legs, he couldn’t easily get his hands on my junk, but he did wrap his arms around my legs and knead the muscles of my calves. That relatively innocent touch was more than enough to stir my dick even more.

“It’s time to get out of this bathtub, Sweet Boy, before I embarrass myself.”

“Whatcha gonna do, Babbo?”

“I’m gonna forget I’m a grown-ass man and come too damn early.” My confession sent him into a fit of giggles.

“It’s okay, Babbo, I’d still love you,” Nico said with a laugh. Given the casualness of how he said it, the odds were low there was any deeper meaning to his words. But they reverberated around my skull like a bullet anyway. My hands on Nico stilled, but I forced myself to recover before, with any luck, he noticed.

Given Nico’s acknowledged allergy to commitment and anything resembling a more permanent connection, I’d flatly refused to allow myself to push him for more. The bane and blessing of being a lawyer was the ability to compartmentalize my thoughts and emotions. I told him I’d accept what he offered, and I had. But damned if I didn’t want his off-the-cuff joke to be true.

Nico reached for the loofah, added a dollop of soap, and went to work washing my legs while I finished the top. In less than five minutes, we were both done and draining the tub. Nico stood on the bathmat, dripping with water droplets that I cleared with my tongue. When I dropped to my knees to follow a long trail, Nico carded his fingers through my hair. A full-body shiver coursed through my body. He was my kryptonite.

I kissed the tip of Nico’s hard dick while he used his nails against my scalp. Christ, if I managed not to embarrass myself in front of my boy, it would be a fucking Christmas miracle. His sighs fell like soft rain while I lightly sucked his spongy cockhead and cupped his tightened balls.

Regardless of his throwaway comment and my unstated desire for more, I was happy. And that shocked the hell out of me, but I’d take that any goddamn day of the week. When Nico began thrusting more into my willing mouth, I knew it was time to stop. I’d been promised a dicking, and I wasn’t going to blow it. All puns intended.

I pulled off Nico with a loud pop, ignoring his disappointed groan. When I staggered back to my feet, I kissed his pouty lips and refused to allow myself to slip my tongue inside. I was the Daddy, dammit, and I was going to stay strong even if it killed me.

“Can you wait like thirty seconds?”

“Sweet Boy, you’re killing me. Why?”

“’Cause I’ve been imagining this, and I want it to come true, but you gotta give me a minute.”

“Anything for you.”

* * *

Dead. Bury my body because nothing would ever be better.

On my bed was a boy splayed across the pillows with a bottle of lube next to him and a blissful expression. He stroked his cock while he waited for me. My strangled noise alerted him to my presence, and he gave me a shit-eating grin. Yeah, this was just fine. I didn’t want more because I already had everything I needed.

Every morning this gorgeous, sexy, enticing man laid across my lap and let me redden his ass. Every. Single. Morning. He went into the world with a reminder that I wanted him to have all the things good and right in the world. At night, he came into my home for dinner, playtime, and adult good times. Now he was in my bed waiting to fuck me until one, preferably both, of us screamed.

It was enough because it was everything.

“Sweet Boy, you are so fucking sexy waiting for me,” I said as I knee-walked across the bed to him. My reward was his arms looped around my neck to pull me down on top of him. With my face buried in his neck and blanketing his body with mine, I felt more content and happy than I had in forever.

“Babbo, I gotta tell you something,” Nico whispered in my ear.

I took his earlobe between my teeth and bit down lightly. His sharp gasp came quick. “What is it, Sweet Boy?”

“I really like this thing we got going.”

I reared my head back so I’d be able to see his face clearly. When I searched his face, I only saw contentment and want. “Yeah, me too.”

With that, Nico pulled me back down and fitted his lips over mine. I slipped my tongue into his mouth like I’d wanted to do earlier. This time, I could taste and sip to my heart’s content. I fucking adored kissing this man. His soft little noises sent blood straight to my dick. When his mouth was on mine, I never wanted it to stop. “Sunshine, I’m gonna need you to fuck me. Like now.”

“Babbo, you don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“Why the hell wouldn’t I want to?” My mouth had found the tantalizing column of his throat, and I needed to explore it. The pulse point kept luring me back to kiss it like a homing beacon.

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