Page 47 of Daddy Defender
I look down and see Bodie staring up at me, his eyes full of lust. There’s no mistaking it. And as I hold him tight, I feel Bodie’s naked cock grind up against me, ever so subtly.
“Is it okay if I warm myself like this?” Bodie asks, grinding his crotch against my leg once more, except this time his hand reaches over the front of my briefs and squeezes on my rapidly hardening cock.
I nod.
This isn’t the time for words.
I know it’s crazy, and I know it’s totally against Guard protocol—but this is different, this isn’t an official mission. Right now, all bets are off and we’re just two people trying to stay warm.
Slowly but surely, Bodie grinds up against me, his pupils dilating as he finds his sweet spot, his rapidly hardening wet cock rubbing up against my thick, powerful leg.
“Daddy, I want to go inside,” Bodie says, his hand hovering over the top of my briefs, waiting for a signal from me to go further.
“Go inside, boy,” I reply, letting out a grunt of pleasure as Bodie duly slides his hand inside my briefs and immediately sets to work on squeezing, pumping, and working my stiff cock.
The intensity between us is like nothing I’ve experienced before.
I mean, I genuinely wasn’t expecting this to happen when I made the offer to keep the boy warm—but, hey, maybe I’m just kidding myself.
The heat between Bodie and me is something real, undeniably so.
“Fuck, that’s good,” I growl, Bodie’s hand now sliding up and down my shaft, bringing me close to release. “Suck it. Drop to your knees and suck it until I cum, boy. That’s Daddy’s Orders.”
Bodie gasps and does exactly as he’s told.
Within seconds, the boy is squatting down and sucking on my dick, his wet hands alternating between pulling on my balls and pleasuring himself.
And then it happens…
The pair of us climax together, as one—my hot cum shoots deep into Bodie’s mouth as his legs tremble and his crotch bucks forward and backward, his cock shooting its own load hard and fast.
“OMG, OMG,” Bodie says, barely able to hold his squat position as his thighs twitch and wobble and his butt cheeks clench.
“Here, allow me,” I say, breathless as my wet cock bounces and bobs, still hard but drained of its seed. “Let’s go to the bedroom and get under those covers.”
And this time, there’s no need to ask whether Bodie wants a ride on my back.
I simply crouch down and sling the boy over my shoulder, the pair of us on our way to the bedroom with no delay. I can feel his still hard cock pressing up against my body, the final drips of his seed sliding down my chest as we walk.
Damn.
What just happened was all kinds of hot.
But I know that once the pair of us are all warmed up, we’ve got some talking to do…
The safehouse bedroom is dim, the only light a faint silver glow from the moon sneaking through the cracked blinds.
Bodie’s curled against me, his breathing soft, his naked body warm under the thin sheets. My arm is around him, his headtucked into my chest, and for a moment, it’s just us—no Vince, no threats, no Night Ops ghosts.
His scent fills my lungs, and my Daddy side hums, content in a way I haven’t felt in years. What just happened between us out there in the living room, was raw, electric, and way beyond anything I expected when I offered to warm him up.
Damn, it was so hot.
Bodie’s touch, his lips, the way he called me Daddy… it’s got me rattled, and I’m not sure I can go back to keeping him at arm’s length. That ship might just have sailed.
But reality’s asonofagun, and it’s creeping in, heavy as the ocean outside.
That climax, his grinding against me, my release in his mouth—it wasn’t just heat. It was a line crossed, one that complicateseverything.
