Page 18 of Soothed By Daddy
After my last relationship disaster, I’d deleted the apps and hadn’t gotten around to downloading them again. When Cyrus kissed me, my toes curled and my insides shimmied. Sex with him wouldn’t be a problem.
“Yeah? We’ve got the friends part down, but which benefits are negotiable?” Cyrus asked with a crooked grin. His work-honed muscles flexed, and I knew it had to be on purpose. I drooled a little but tried to keep myself in check. I wanted to hold his hand again, but that seemed too far removed from friendship territory.
“I think the milk thing is a benefit,” I offered. “But, let’s be clear. Straight from the tap is part of the deal.” I might not remember to order groceries, but I could negotiate milk access like a champ.
“Absolutely. No middlemen required.” He half snorted, half laughed. “I appreciate you not making me go back to the pump.” He flashed that smile again that reached his eyes, and I was forever grateful that I was already sitting down. I swear the man made me weak in the knees. His smiles were rare and precious. And I meant that in the most friendly way possible. “I can think of another benefit.”
“Yeah? What’s that?” I asked.
“I like kissing you.”
“I like you liking to kiss me.” Cyrus reached over and pried my fingers away from the plastic-covered chain of the swing. He kicked his feet a little and our clasped hands swung between us.
“Are we going to be friends who kiss and drink from the tap?” A smart, rational person would say yes to his question, but I wasn’t one of those. At least for today, I was a foolish person who wanted to wallow in the mess.
“There’s another thing friends could do.”
“If you say ‘Get a beer’ I’m going to cry,” Cyrus said solemnly.
“Are you really?” I cocked my head and narrowed my eyes. It seemed unlikely.
“On the inside. I’ll cry on the inside.” Cyrus scrubbed his hands over his mouth, and I was almost certain I saw a twitch of another smile. This man was too easy to be around.
“Well, I don’t want you crying inside or outside. Let’s go home and have sex.”
6
CYRUS
If George thought I’d argue with his suggestion, he was mistaken. I pulled him out of that swing seat quickly and hustled him home before he had a chance to change his mind. His giggles and laughter trailed behind as I marched out of the park and down the sidewalk.
“Your place or mine?” George asked when we reached the steps.
“Mine.”
George’s sharp intake of breath after my one-word answer made me step back and reassess.
“C’mon, let’s go,” George said as he tugged me forward. His giggles returned, which had me shaking my head. “What? Why are you shaking your head?”
“I don’t think I’ve ever gotten into bed with someone who was giggling. I’m not sure my ego can handle it.” My ex's favorite complaint was that I was too stoic, too reserved. George was an absolute sweetheart, and I didn’t want him rushed into anything.
George raised an eyebrow and stepped directly in front of me. If he swayed forward, our chests would be on a collision course, and I was disappointed he hadn’t.
The laughter in his voice was unmistakable. “You’re a big boy,” George said with a wink. “You can handle it.”
I gave up. I pulled him forward until he was fully pressed against me. Every other thought was crowded out.
“You’re about to find that out for yourself.”
The ridiculous statement came with the sultriest wink I could manage with a straight face. That alone sent George into another spasm of laughter, and this time, I joined him. I planted a firm kiss on his mouth, which he chased when I pulled away.
Being so close to him triggered my hormones to do whatever they did. Nursing wasn’t possible yet, but it wasn’t that far off. Neither of us spoke as we traveled up the stairs, into the foyer, and then into my apartment. George followed me inside, and once the front door was shut, I pushed him against it. My mouth collided with his, and he responded with the same fiery intensity.
It struck me that, until this point, all our interactions had been dancing around this moment. Our tongues tasted each other in a desperate attempt for more connection, more contact. George’s tilted hips revealed the thing I desperately wanted to feel for myself. I tore my mouth away to gulp some air into my lungs.
“Fuck, baby, you feel so good.” I sucked his bottom lip into my mouth, and his shivers sent shockwaves through me.
My dick swelled painfully, but I was nowhere near close to ending the delicious torture I was inflicting upon myself. If the moans and gasps kept coming, I’d edge myself all night long.
