Page 18 of Ted's Temerity
“You’re being extremely naughty, tiny dancer,” I give him the exact reaction he’s looking for, leaning down and moving my mouth down to the junction where his elegant neck meets his smooth shoulder. I nip at the skin I find there. “If you keep going, therewillbe consequences.”
Rubbing his cheek against mine, I can feel his lips quirking. “What kind of consequences,Daddy?”
“Hmm,” I hum, pretending to consider my options. My lips travel to the shell of his ear. He shivers as I whisper, “You seem to like teasing. Maybe edging you would be appropriate.”
“Oh…” Zephyr mewls and rocks his hips.
It’s all I can do to keep my hands relaxed over his chest instead of gripping those same hips to encourage even more delicious friction. However, I do allow myself to suck his earlobe for a moment before quietly asking, “You like that idea, kitten?”
“Mmm,” he answers, rocking back against me for a few more beats, then gives himself a little shake. “So, uh, bath?”
It takes me a minute to focus and remember how we’d gotten to this point, the sensation of him rubbing against me providing a delicious distraction that I don’t mind disappearing into. But then his words float through the lusty fog in my head and I realize that sharing a bath means being naked together. I can’t agree fast enough.
“Come on,” I give him a playful little push off my lap so we can both scoot off the bed, “let’s go before I decide keeping you in this bed with me is just as enjoyable.”
He laughs and climbs off, waiting patiently for me to follow. He doesn’t disguise the way his heated gaze travels the length of my body, zeroing in on the bulge in my jeans.
But, even though I can see the desire on his face, I’m all about consent and communication, so I soften my gaze. “This isn’t too fast for you?”
Shaking his head, he smiles back, a hint of coyness in his expression. “No. I mean, you’ve seen me naked already, so I’d really like to even the playing field.”
“Well, I can’t argue with that logic,” I chuckle. “But there’s no pressure for this to be anything more than just a bath, okay?”
“I appreciate that. But, trust me, I want you naked.Now.”
* * *
The bath water is just the right side of hot when I sink into it behind Zephyr with a pleasured sigh. Even though the tub is large enough to fit us side by side, I’m sitting in the middle with him cradled in the V of my legs, his back pressed against my chest in a mirror image of the way we’d been on the bed earlier. We’re immersed in bubbles, but I can feel and picture every inch of his smooth skin where it meets mine.
We took our time undressing as the bath filled, teasing each other with light touches and chaste kisses. This entire evening has been a whirlwind of exploration between us. We’ve been hot and heavy, innocent as Daddy and boy, flirtatious as equals, and now we’re sharing this sedate, relaxed interaction. It’s almost like it has been a taster event: sampling the treasures that a relationship together can provide.
“What are you thinking, tiny dancer?” I ask into the comfortable silence after a few minutes spent just enjoying the sensation of having his slippery, wet form on mine. “Are we going to give this thing between us a real shot?”
You would think that the fact that we’ve progressed this far so quickly would assure me that tonight has been a success, but I like having things confirmed definitively. And, even though he agreed earlier that he wants to spend time with me, I want to talk it through properly. I want to be sure we’re on the same page. That ‘spending time together’ as a concept for him is the same as it is for me: an exclusive relationship, with me as his Daddy full-time, whether he’s big or little.
“I’ve wanted to since you called and asked me out,” he answers on a sigh, practically melting into my chest. Beneath the water, I can feel his hand running up and down my thigh soothingly. “Tonight has been everything I’d hoped it would be and more.”
I can feel my heart leaping for joy. “Me too,” I admit, beaming a smile before bending to kiss the top of his head. “So…dating?” It’s an inadequate word for everything I want to do and everything I want to be for him. “Exclusively?”
Zephyr moves, twisting his body around until his long legs are wrapped around my waist and our cocks are brushing against each other beneath the bubbles. Water sloshes around us, slapping at the sides of the tub, but I’m focused on his face.
His expression is a sweet mixture of hopeful and bashful. “I’d like that.”
“Good.” The single word is all I can manage before I crash our lips together.
This kiss is much like our earlier ones, hot and demanding. Our tongues play together as though fighting for dominance. My hands scrabble for purchase on his slippery wet skin, sliding over sinewy muscle and the toning of years of dancing and aerobics. His hands are trapped between us, fingers splayed over my chest, tangling in my coarse chest hair, plastered as it is to my skin.
The sounds of the water lapping and gently splashing as our bodies rock together battle with our breathy moans and pants. When I keep one hand supporting Zephyr across his back and reach between us with the other to stroke both our dicks together, Zephyr keens into our kiss.
“More,” he begs, bouncing in earnest now.
Water flows over the sides of the tub, but I couldn’t care less. I tighten my grip and pump us harder, chasing bliss for both of us.
“Fuck, kitten,” I practically growl when he jerks away from our kiss to bite at my earlobe and breathe heavily with his building release.
“Ted,” he whines plaintively. “Ted, I need to come. Please, Ted.Please.”
I vaguely recall my threat to edge him, but denying him his orgasm right now also means denying mine, and I already feel like I’ve been teetering close to the precipice for hours.
