Page 69 of Icebreaker
“Anything. Anything you want.”
“I want you to let yourself go today and be as little as you’ve ever wanted. Nappies. Pacis. Wetting. Let yourself exist as a little.” Daddy B continued his slow strokes of our dicks while he laid out his terms. “I want all the parts of you and no hiding yourself. Every. Single. Part.”
If I thought Daddy’s eyes were intense before, I knew now how wrong I’d been. He stared into my eyes like he saw every secret crevice of my mind.
I dropped my head back to his shoulder and whispered the quiet part aloud. “I’ll try.”
“Good boy.”
My promise was enough for him to speed up the stroke of his hand. The slickness buffered the water so his smooth grip glided over our dicks with the promise of relief just out of reach. From my awkward position, I did my best to thrust into his fist. Daddy swallowed my keening cry when his mouth slanted over mine and pulled all the air from my lungs.
“Fuck, baby boy, I’m so close. Do you see what you do to me?”
His hard shaft was dark red and swollen when I glanced down. Somehow, his hands grasped us both, but I wanted to give him some of the pleasure he always focused on me.
“I hope it’s like what you do to me.”
“Yeah, what’s that?”
“Like I’m shattering from the inside out.”
“Yeah, it is.”
I gripped Daddy’s shoulders while he jacked us both to completion. The pressure and need wound tighter and tighter inside me until I lost all ability to think or concentrate. My brain only comprehended the singular sensation of how his fist gripped my dick. Each stroke moved me closer to the release that I desperately wanted. When the tingling that started at the base of my spine made its way through my body, I knew I was one step away from sobbing. Everything molecule in my body homed in on the need for relief, and this man was the only one who could give it to me.
“Let yourself go, baby boy, I’ve always got you,” Daddy whispered. “I promise I’ll take care of you.”
His words triggered me and I spilled cum across his fist. Rope after rope spurted from my dick until it felt like a wrung out rag. I collapsed against him and felt the warmth of his skin along with the stickiness of his own release as it sprayed against my stomach.
I wanted to give him everything.
“Daddy B, I needs help. Peas.”
While Daddy B finished up in the bathroom, I needed to get dressed, except I didn’t know which to pick. I’d packed my regular hangout clothes, but I packed my favoritest ones too. This was a Daddy job.
“What’s up, kiddo?”
“Gotta pick.” I held up my school T-shirt.Boring. And my Bluey shirt that didn’t quite reach the top of my joggers.Super cute.
“That’s a silly question. Bluey is always the right answer.” I tried to stay serious, but giddiness bubbled out of my heart and landed on my face. “Let me help you.” He grabbed my overnight bag and dug around a little bit while I leaned against the oversized bed with my towel still wrapped around my waist. “Underwear or nappy?
“Nappy,” I answered with a stubborn nod. “Wanna stay little.”
“You do you, baby boo.” Daddy B’s silliness gave me the giggles and the wiggles. “Kiddo, I need you to stay still so I can put these on you.”
“But, Daaaaaaaaady, I have the wiggles.”
“And I have some clothes I’m trying to put on you. So what are we going to do?”
“Gonna keep wiggling.” Daddy’s stern look made me guess again. “Gonna stop wiggling?”
“Got it in two, kiddo. Let’s get you dressed and then start our movie marathon because I need to snuggle with my boy.” I put my hands on Daddy’s shoulders to balance while I stepped into my nappy, then my pants. He threaded my arms through the sleeves of my shirt.
The skin of my stomach played peek-a-boo, and Daddy lightly brushed against the bare skin of my tummy. My lungs stopped working the exact moment I had to laugh because his fingers tickled. My body didn’t know what to do, so I snorted and sounded like a pig. I wished I were cooler.
“You should wear this shirt more often, baby boy.” I preened and showed it off a bit. “It’s almost as cute as you.”
My embarrassment was all but forgotten as the heat of his eyes captured mine and stared deep. It was like he was tryingto tell me something, but the meaning was just out of reach. Since I couldn’t figure it out, I kissed him instead. Daddy patted my nappy-covered bottom and made me forget anything but his mouth and hands. Everything felt right when his hands were on me, and I wanted the feeling to last forever and ever.
