Page 26 of Soothed By Daddy
George’s body stiffened as his release approached, his muscles contracting. My hand migrated to his cock and grasped it firmly. I jacked him while he begged for the kind of release I desperately wanted to provide.
“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy.”
“Come on, baby. Make me messy.”
My words did something for him, or maybe he’d already been on the cusp, but within another thrust or three, George’s release spilled over my fist with a few spurts landing on my torso. He attempted to continue to move to help me find mine, but they were halfhearted at best. He was spent. In the end, it didn’t matter because I followed behind him seconds later. Never before in my life had I seen stars when I fucked someone.
But I did with George.
“Daddy?”
After a quick clean-up shower and sheet change, we returned to my bed. Surely friends could cuddle, right? Abso-fucking-lutely, we could. George fit so perfectly in my life that sometimes I needed a sharp reminder that we weren’t the thing I’d said I didn’t want.
We’d settled into my bed like an old married couple. As always, I lay on my back to sleep, and he dove right into my arms. Snuggled close, he put his head on my chest, and the only soundswere our even breathing. Most nights, I was in bed for a solid forty-five minutes before I came close to falling asleep, even on the days I was worn out. Tonight, I was close to dozing within five minutes. I refused to admit that it had anything to do with the sexy-as-fuck and sweet man snuggled up next to me.
“What’s up, baby?”
“You promised me.”
“What did I promise?”
I’d slipped on low-slung pajama pants, but with George’s clean scent tickling my nose, it was hard to remember that sleep was our only goal. Despite feeling sleepy, the thin fabric wasn’t enough to stop my arousal from rallying. Still, I knew it’d been a while for George. He was already going to walk funny in the morning, but I wanted him to be able to walk.
“A present,” George whispered conspiratorially. “You promised a present.”
“Gah, I did. I’m sorry, baby. I forgot to grab it.”
“It’s okay, Daddy. I don’t wanna be rude. And I was.”
What had started as something silly quickly devolved into something George was upset with himself about.
“Nope, you weren’t, Georgie. You were asking about a promise I made, and that’s not rude at all.”
I kissed him on the nose, followed by a firmer kiss on his lips. That wasn’t enough for me though. My mouth found its way back to his again. He parted his lips, and my tongue slipped inside. He tasted like toothpaste and a hint of something sweet, but I couldn’t place it. My cock stirred at the stroke of histongue against my own. I reluctantly pulled away because if it continued, I’d forget the present again.
“Hold on, baby. Lemme go grab it,” I said as I forced myself out of bed. George sat up eagerly in bed and the comforter fell to his waist. His earlier, momentary—and unneeded—contriteness had vanished, and my sweet, sunny boy was back. His dino pajamas were the perfect backdrop for the silly gift I grabbed on a whim.
When I returned to the bedroom where I’d left George, he had moved to sit cross-legged in the center of the bed. He looked exactly like the little he was. I hadn’t told him, but I’d been doing some research about littles. When we first met, I couldn’t have imagined being someone’s caretaker, but now I couldn’t imagine anyone but me being George’s caretaker. The annoying thought that one day George would find a real Daddy for himself sneaked into my mind too often. Every time that happened, the tightening in my chest was something I ignored.
“Okay, baby, here ya go.”
I laid the wrapped present in his lap and then settled on the edge of the bed. Given its shape, it wasn’t hard to figure out what it was, but George made a show of turning it this way and that. He shook it a few times, but the only sound was the paper crinkling. George slid his forefinger under the paper to break the tape.
“You don’t gotta get me presents,” he said as he looked up at me.
“I know, but you needed this.”
“Needed it?”
“Yeah, I’ve never seen you with one or one around your house. And every little needs one.”
“Every little needs one?”
“Is there an echo in here?” I asked with another boop to his nose. “Yes, that’s what I read. I was…uh…doing some research on littles.”
I knew my ears were burning bright red, and that annoyed the hell out of me. It was always the telltale sign of my embarrassment. “They said littles need at least one to feel secure.”
“You don’t think I’m secure?”
