Page 25 of Love Me, Daddy
Unable to decide where to look, Loren flicked his gaze between where his cock was and Nathan’s face, watching every nuance of muscle movement for pain. When he saw nothing except pleasure, he surged forward, claiming every inch of Nathan he could.
“Fuck, Nate, you feel amazing.” Staying fully inside of Nathan, Loren lowered to his elbows, covering Nathan’s body, getting as close as he could. “Wrap your arms around me, Nate.”
Nathan blinked his eyes up at Loren, then complied, sliding them around his neck and one hand into Loren’s hair. Loren closed the distance between their lips, unable to resist, and as they explored, he began to move his hips in a slow, torturous rhythm.
Loren could feel Nathan’s hard cock rubbing between their stomachs, and by the twitching in the stomach muscles, he knew Nathan wouldn’t last long. He slid his arms underneath Nathan’s back, one hand resting against his shoulder, the other gripping his ass cheeks, holding him close and tilting him exactly right. He thrust his hips harder.
“Oh my god! Oh! Please, Daddy.” Nathan’s moans escaped when he tore his mouth from Loren’s and arched his head back. “Right there! Oh, please, Daddy! Can I come? Please!”
Nibbling at the muscle straining between his shoulder and neck, Loren increased his speed. “Fuck! Yes, Nate! Come! Now!”
With the order, Nathan’s body seized, the rhythmic clenching on Loren’s cock blinding him with his orgasm.
Loren rested his weight on his arms once more so Nathan could breathe but stayed plastered against him, inhaling his sweaty, sex-scented smell. After a few minutes, he lifted his head, smiling when he saw Nathan with his eyes closed, mouth open and a gorgeous flush to his skin. Loren pressed a kiss to his collarbone and rose off him, laughing when Nathan’s arms flopped to the bed.
“Come on, sweetheart. It’s time for a bath.”
“Mmm,” was the response he received.
Chuckling, he strode to the en-suite and cleaned himself off before plugging the bath and turning on the taps. Throwing in some relaxing salts, he returned to the bedroom, shaking his head when he found Nathan in the same position.
“You’ll get sore if you stay in that position all night. Let me help you up.” He placed one knee on the bed and slid his hands under Nathan’s knees and shoulders, lifting him with ease. Manoeuvring Nathan through the door and into the tub was easy…waking him up was not. “Come on, Nate, wake a little, so I can wash you properly without you drowning.” With one arm wrapped under his shoulders to keep him from sinking, Loren grabbed a sponge and soap and lathered it, gently stroking it across Nathan’s skin. Loren shook his head again when there was no response other than a small sniffle.
Giving up, Loren forewent washing Nathan’s hair and scrubbed his body clean as best he could. Popping the plug out, the bathwater emptied as he grabbed a towel and pulled Nathan to a semi-sitting position. Having to bear the brunt of his, albeit light, weight, Loren rested the towel over the top of Nathan and grabbed another, doing the same. Lifting him from the bath, Loren strode back to the bed, crouching to spread a towel on the sheets, laying Nathan on it, and placing another towel over the top.
Loren snorted at the sight. Nathan had to be fast asleep; otherwise, there was no way he would’ve slept through everything. Loren should take it as a compliment, perhaps.
He dried Nathan off as best he could under the circumstances, pulling the towel from underneath him when he was done, then tucked the covers around him. Returning to the bathroom, he tidied up in there, then switched off the light and picked up the clothes from the floor of the bedroom. He didn’t want Nathan tripping over them in the middle of the night. Checking the house was locked up, he returned to the bed and slid in behind Nathan, curling himself around him tightly.
Inhaling Nathan’s sweet scent, Loren held him a little tighter, remembering what had happened earlier. He had been certain Nathan had left and wouldn’t be coming back. When Nathan had appeared in the doorway, Loren had been relieved, he hadn’t considered a punishment. At least until a little anger had shown up. Tomorrow would be the test of their relationship, if Nathan wanted a relationship. Their first conversation the next morning would be about their expectations, then, and only then, will they discuss the need for Nathan to be punished for what he had put Loren through. After all, although they had not specified what they were doing, Nathan should have thought about the consequences of him leaving without mentioning where he was going.
Loren frowned. Should he expect Nathan to tell him where he is every minute of the day? Ideally, yes. It’s what the Daddy in him needed. But could he punish Nathan when it hadn’t been discussed before it happened? Loren wasn’t sure.
Nathan moved in his sleep, snuggling deeper into Loren’s embrace. He didn’t want to risk scaring Nathan away. But he also had to put everything on the line to explain what he needed from a relationship. And he didn’t know what he would do if Nathan turned and walked away.
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Leaving Nathan warm and content in their bed that morning had been excruciating, but Loren wanted to cook Nathan a rejuvenating breakfast and ready him for the conversation to come.
“Daddy?” Nathan’s sleepy voice broke into Loren’s musings, and he twisted towards the doorway to find his boy dressed in joggers and a large t-shirt—one of his.
“Good morning, sweet boy. Did you sleep well?” He drifted over to kiss Nathan on the side of his head, his cheek and, finally, his mouth.
A rush of red filled Nathan’s cheeks as he nodded. “Yes, thank you, Daddy.”
“Good. Sit. Let’s get some breakfast inside you.” Loren shared out the cooked breakfast he’d made and placed a plate in front of Nathan, whose eyes widened.
“Wow. That is a lot of food, Daddy.”
Loren chuckled. “Don’t worry if you can’t eat it all, Nate. Eat what you can. I wasn’t sure how hungry you would be this morning.”
“Thank you, Daddy.” Nathan picked up his fork and began shovelling the contents into his mouth, moaning with every bite.
Snorting, Loren chided, “Not so fast, Nate. The food isn’t going anywhere.” Nathan ducked his head and slowed his chewing, apologising when his mouth was empty. “It’s okay. I don’t want you getting a poorly stomach later.”
They ate in comfortable silence, locking gazes often, swapping smiles and small caresses. Loren tidied away the plates when they were finished.
“We need to have another conversation, Nate.”
