Page 4 of Love Me, Daddy
“What can I be for you tonight, gorgeous?” Nathan could see the lust for control take over the guy’s expression: the slight narrowing of his gaze, the licking of his lips, the extension of his spine, making him taller.
The guy leaned forward. “You can be the bitch who stands there and takes it while I pound into you.”
Nathan bit his lip, a little turned on despite the surroundings. He loved a man who took control. He loved it more when they looked after him as well as themselves. This would be the former rather than the latter but still. Mmm. He lowered his voice to a whisper. “I am that bitch.”
“How much?” The guy closed the gap and rested his hands at Nathan’s hips, grinding his hard cock against Nathan’s stomach. He reminded Nathan of a bear. He was tall, wide—be it from muscles or fat, Nathan had no idea—a full beard and moustache and shoulder-length hair.
“Sixty and you use a condom,” Nathan replied.
“Forty.”
Nathan pretended to think about it. “Fifty.”
“Done.” The guy shoved a hand into his pocket and fanned out some bills. Nathan raised his eyebrows at the amount he had but said nothing. “Half now, half after.” The bear shoved twenty-five pounds into Nathan’s hands and shoved the rest into his pocket.
Pursing his lips, Nathan took the money. He usually made sure they paid upfront, but he needed the money too much to argue. “Follow me.”
Turning on his heel, Nathan sauntered further through the alley towards the other end, which exited onto the main nightclub-and-bar-lined street. It was a lot darker there, but they’d have the semblance of privacy. Halting at a semi-comfortable perch, Nathan wheeled to face the bear.
Hands immediately grabbed his hips and pulled him close, a hard cock thrusting against Nathan. Those hands fumbled for Nathan’s jeans. “Come on, baby. Let’s see what you have for me.”
Cold fingers pulled open his jeans and down his boxers, exposing him to the freezing air. “Fuck.”
“Yeah, tell me about it. You feel amazing.”
Nathan hadn’t meant about the fucking. He spoke about the cold, but he carried on as if it was what he meant all along. “I’m ready for you.”
The guy exhaled roughly, twisting Nathan to face away from him and pushing on his back.
Impatient, impatient. Nathan rolled his eyes but stuck his ass out further, humming in pretend delight. Well, kind of pretend. He enjoyed being manhandled sometimes.
A palm caressed his bare ass cheeks, massaging intermittently and pulling them apart. “Look at you,” the bear whispered reverently.
Nathan preened under the compliment. He felt the guy move closer, rubbing his fabric-covered cock against his crack. Nathan pressed back, moaning.
“Yesss.” Hands left his body, and Nathan heard the familiar sounds of a belt, zip and wrapper. “This will be cold.” Bear’s voice was soothing.
Nathan’s brow puckered. Why…? Oh. He was pleasantly surprised when the guy rubbed lube against his hole with a finger, preparing him. “Oh!” Pleasure, more from the care the guy took than from the situation, filled his body, and he found himself responding. He licked his dry lips as the man carefully stretched him. The tenderness in his ministrations had Nathan’s emotions opening, his mind wishing for a different scenario.
“Right, bitch. Take it.” The guy’s tone had taken a different edge, and before Nathan could ready himself, the condom-covered shaft pushed in forcefully, taking Nathan’s breath.
He slammed his hands further forward to halt his body’s movement, pressing back against the guy.
“That’s it, bitch. You take what I give you.” The guy exhaled roughly in time with his thrusts.
“Fuck, yes.” Nathan breathed erratically. If only this were real. If only this was his Daddy giving him what he needed in both ways—preparing and fucking him.
“Oh, yeah. Yes. You’re so tight. Made just for me.”
“Yes, I am. Just for you.” Getting lost in the fantasywasn’t his usual routine. But Nathan couldn’t help it as the feelings of loneliness abated for a short time. The guy knew what he was doing and changed his angle. “Oh, fuck!”
“There we go. Let me feel your ass strangling my cock, baby.”
The words pierced Nathan’s brain, and he felt himself careen closer to his orgasm. He was surprised—not about climaxing with a client, but that he was there so fast. “Yes. Yes, please!
“Ah, fuck. Yes!”
Nathan was manhandled backwards once more, and, with a groan of satisfaction, the guy emptied himself into the condom. Trying to move, Nathan growled, his impending orgasm slowly losing steam as he was restrained.
