Page 48 of Chance's Choice
It’s still fucking adorable.
“Oh, baby, you think I’d actually be mad at that? I made you come without even touching your dick. I’m feeling pretty proud of myself, all things considered.”
After a few seconds of contemplating my words, he looks up at me. A small smile begins to creep onto his face. “Well, you should. Feel proud of yourself, I mean. That was exactly what I needed.” His gaze drops to the bulge in my pants and his smile turns devious. “And now I think you should get what you obviously need.”
Kade’s intentions are clear when he climbs off the couch and nudges my knees further apart before settling on the carpet between them. His fingers deftly undo my belt and whip it through the loops, tossing it onto the couch cushion beside me. Then I help out by popping the button above my fly, lifting my hips off the seat after he undoes the zip and curls his fingers into the waistbands of both my pants and underwear. He eagerly tugs them down over my butt and down my thighs, and there’s some grumbling and awkward shuffling as they get pulled off at my ankles and discarded in a heap over the top of my belt.
But then his hands are spreading my legs wider, and his beautiful blue gaze is zeroing in on my cock, which is flushed dark with arousal, arching up towards my shirt-covered belly. I watch him lick his lips as a fat, pearly drop of precum spills over from my tip.
“Can I suck it, Daddy?”
It’s all I can do to not thrust upwards with expectation and desperation. “Yes, baby. Please.”
The look he shoots me is almost coy, all batted lashes and faux innocence, before he leans forward, his palms splayed over the fuzzy tops of my thighs, and ever so gently takes the head of my leaking prick between his perfect pink lips.
Unable to contain my groan, I fight to keep my eyes open so I can watch him pleasure me.
It’s unlike any blow job I’ve ever received before, even from Kade himself.
He suckles the tip of my cock like it’s a lollypop. It’s exquisite torture, and when he swirls his tongue and then teases the slit, I have to clench my hands against the unyielding leather at my sides. It’s simultaneously too much and not enough. Nowhere near enough.
Kade tears a gasp from the back of my throat when he takes his fingers to my balls and taint, tickling the sensitive area with just the pads of his fingertips, a touch so featherlight I’m almost convinced that I’m imagining it. There’s something insanely erotic about this. I’m being driven to the edge with the barest hints of attention, my shaft neglected, the head of my dick bathed in the heavenly warm, wet suction of his mouth.
He continues to nurse on the head of my cock like it’s the teat of a bottle, but the tickling over my balls gradually shifts to more decisive fondling until he’s rolling my balls in his palm and moaning around the tip of my dick. Then he brings his other hand to the base of my cock, wrapping long, elegant fingers around the shaft. I lose the battle to keep my eyes open, throwing my head back with another groan as I surrender to the absolute bliss of his ministrations.
Kade starts to bob his head and I feel it as he slowly starts to take in more and more of my pulsing length, finally letting me feel his mouth the way I’d originally anticipated I would. He uses his hand to pump what doesn’t fit, and his other hand continues to stimulate my balls.
When he starts to moan around my shaft, the delicious vibrations do me in. My balls tighten and tingles race up my spine and to my extremities.
“Fuck, baby,” I manage to find the ability to speak, to warn him even though I’m sure he knows my body as well as I know his now, “I’m coming, I’m-” My words are choked off with a shout as my orgasm rockets through me. I shoot in jets down Kade’s throat and he takes every last drop, swallowing and licking at my spent, hypersensitive cock until I’m forced to tell him to stop because it’s just too much.
He sits back with a satisfied grin while I smile groggily down at him through hooded eyes. “That was…” I don’t even have the words.
“Yeah,” he agrees. Then his expression turns soft. “Thank you for doing this for me, Chance.”
“For us,” I correct him. “We both needed this, and I think you knew that.”
“Yeah. I did.”
And, in that moment, I’m once again blown away by just how perfect he is for me. Now I just need to make sure I take care of him half as well as he takes care of me.
Chapter Twenty-Two – Kade
“Come on in,” Ted says a week later, opening the door to his mansion and stepping aside as he greets us. “Some of the guys and gals are already out back.”
He and Chance hug, exchanging thumps on the back, and I shoulder my duffel bag while I wait to follow my Daddy through the beautiful abode.
I’m a little nervous about today. Even though I’ve met the whole group, and I’m a part of their insane group chat, this is the first time I’m spending time with the lot of them en masse, and it’s a playdate to boot. Daddy packed my Little thingsandmy Puppy things, and I’m still not sure which way I’m going to go…if I’m going to play at all.
Chance’s hand on my lower back brings my nerves back down to a simmer. “You okay?” he asks me softly.
I nod. “Yeah. Just…anxious. I’ve never done anything like this before.”
I’m not just talking about the playdate, either. I’m talking about being included as part of a big circle of friends. At school, Chance and I were pretty much it for each other. Yeah, we had other kids we sometimes hung out with, but we weren’t exactly popular and we were generally happy to just do things as a pair. As an adult, I threw myself into work and denied myself the comfort of friends because I didn’t believe I deserved them after how I’d treated Chance. So now this feels new and a little overwhelming.
“You don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with,” Chance reminds me in a low murmur, pressing his lips to my temple sweetly. “Everyone here has been through the same thing in one way or another.”
That is a valid point. I’ve gotten to know the guys, having even been included in a separate group chat for just the Littles, and I know a bit about their backstories. I feel like, of all of them, I relate to Matt the most. He explained that he came to Age Regression play through his ex, and then after a decade with the guy, found himself alone and too old for most Daddies he encountered. He said that he wasn’t used to the club scene, having mostly experienced Age Play at home, and it wasn’t until he met Ash that playdates even became a thing in his world, let alone having a circle of friends in the lifestyle. I was able to empathize with all of that, in my own way.
