Page 5 of Love Me, Daddy
“Fuck. That was fantastic.” A hand slapped his ass after the guy pulled out of him, Nathan flinching away in surprise and annoyance.
Standing, Nathan pulled his underwear and jeans back into place. He clenched his jaw against the words he wanted to say and smirked at the bear. “Glad you were satisfied.” The undercurrent of which was ‘why the hell wouldn’t you let me be satisfied, too?’
“Here.” The guy held out some notes, and Nathan took it, squinting down to see thirty-five pounds. He glanced up, confused. “Worth it.” The guy winked, pivoted and strode away, Nathan’s annoyance going with him.
Frustrated and horny as he now was, Nathan decided he may as well find another client to make some money for food and drink. If Daisy was extremely ill, they needed to make sure they had enough for her to get through it.
Nathan tucked the money deep into his pocket and returned to the alley, sizing up the remaining customers. It was getting late, so he didn’t have as much choice but saw one who resembled someone nice. Sashaying over, Nathan studied him up and down. Under normal circumstances, the guy would be his usual type. Maybe he could help Nathanfinish.
“You look like someone who could help me.” Nathan cocked his hip and tilted his head.
The guy’s peak cap shadowed his face as he examined Nathan, revealing it again when he glanced up, nodding. He held out his hand. “Gray.”
Eyebrows raising at the formality, Nathan shook Gray’s hand. “Nathan.”
“Nice to meet you, Nathan.”
Narrowing his eyes, he stepped forward. “What can I do for you tonight?”
“I need to take the edge off.” Gray’s tone was melancholic, and Nathan wondered what he was going through to sound sad.
“I can do that.” Not even discussing the price, Nathan led him back to his previous tryst’s position.
“How much?” Gray asked.
“Fifty.”
Gray nodded.
Nathan wasn’t sure if it was easier or harder knowing the guy’s name, but he continued, feeling the need to help the guy. He reached to undo his jeans, but Gray halted him. Eyes connected with Gray’s, Nathan dropped his hands, allowing Gray to release his cock from its confines. The cool air was welcomed this time with Nathan feeling a lot warmer.
Warm, calloused hands gripped Nathan’s hips and turned him around, brushing across his ass, making Nathan inhale briskly. He automatically leaned forward, presenting his ass in his usual position.
He heard a shaky inhale and felt overwhelmingly aroused by the sound. Nathan closed his eyes, the feeling of being wanted, cared for, overpowering his usual distance from the activity.
Familiar sounds once more reached his ears, and Nathan prepared for the intrusion. Gray pressed his cock against Nathan’s hole, fingers gripping his hips as Gray pushed forward slowly. Nathan was already on the edge, especially after being left high and dry last time, but this felt…more. It felt like he was being cared for.
He bit his lip against the words wanting to escape but groaned as Gray bottomed out.
“You okay?” Gray asked, voice husky and deep.
“Uh-huh,” was all Nathan could manage.
Gray withdrew then pushed in again, a slow rhythm starting, and Nathan kept his mouth tightly closed, not wanting to break the unspoken rule of quiet. Gray’s hands travelled the length of Nathan’s spine underneath his jacket and t-shirt, and Nathan shivered.
If he ignored their surroundings, eyes closed as they were, Nathan could pretend he was bent over a table in a nice house, being fucked by his Daddy. The dream hardened his cock further until he could feel precome dripping from the tip. He wasn’t going to last long.
“Yeah,” he breathed, hardly making a sound.
Gray picked up his speed, the slap of skin against skin loud in their silence, and Nathan couldn’t withhold his groans any longer.
“Fuck, yes.”
Hands moved to his shoulders, pulling him back against Gray as he thrust his hips forwards but still no words.
“Yes. I’m gonna come. Yes, please, Daddy!” Nathan vocalised.
Seconds later, he felt himself falling forward and hitting his head.
