Page 11 of Love Me, Daddy
“Sure.”
Loren stepped to his side, and Nathan twisted on the seat until they were facing each other. Carefully, Loren reached up and peeled off the plaster. “It looks okay, actually. The bruise is nasty, but it doesn’t take away from your charm.”
Nathan tried to prevent his heart from galloping out of his chest and into the hands of the man in front of him. His whole body flushed under the scrutiny of this stranger, but he couldn’t stop the feelings brewing up. He wished Loren could be his Daddy, and he had no idea if Loren knew what a Daddy was, let alone was interested in him that way. He needed to get out of there.
Loren stepped back, and Nathan missed his nearness. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. I was trying to make you laugh.”
Frowning, Nathan eyed Loren, recalling what he’d said, he flushed again. “It’s fine.”
“Right. I have to go to work.” Nathan’s heart fell at his words. He watched as Loren went to the front door, reached for something out of the tray on the entrance table and strolled back to him. Loren held out his hand. “Here is a spare key. Make yourself comfortable and get some more rest. I’m not sure exactly what time I’ll be back, but I’ll bring some food with me.”
Shaking his head, Nathan stood. “I don’t need a key. I’ll get ready to leave now.”
“No. You need more rest before you head out into this weather.”
“I’ve been in worse.”
“That may be the case, but I would like you to stay out of the rain while your head is healing.” Loren’s gaze hooked him in.
Nathan worried his bottom lip, torn between being warm and sheltered, and not being a burden.
“It’s not up for debate.” Loren pushed the key into his palm. “In case you need it. At any time. Now or the future.”
“But—”
Loren silenced him with a finger to his lips. “No, Nathan. Rest, relax, eat, sleep. I will be back later.”
Nathan lowered his gaze to the floor, nodding slowly, feeling every slide of Loren’s finger against his lips and trying not to react. Or at least, trying not to let his body show how he wanted to react.
Loren shuffled away. Nathan was frozen to the spot until he heard the front door close behind Loren. He sank into the seat he had previously occupied and stared around the house. Overwhelmed by the magnitude of the gift Loren had given him, he couldn’t do anything but think over their entire interaction since the previous night.
Now that he was alone and somewhat rested, he could see Loren being the perfect Daddy for him. But there was no way Nathan would bring it up into the conversation. No way at all. That’s the first way to get yourself kicked out—as the prior incident highlighted.
But it didn’t stop Nathan from wanting Loren with a fierce ache. Nathan stood on shaky knees, deciding he would enjoy a peaceful day.
Several hours later, after a small lunch, which was a feast to him, he elected to shower. Two showers in less than twenty-four hours was a record for him, but he would enjoy every minute of it before he had to go back out there.
Flicking the shower to hot, Nathan stripped out of the clothes, resting them on the counter to wear again afterwards. It might seem stupid to put clothes on he’d worn before the shower, but he was used to being in clothes with several days’ dirt on them. He didn’t want to rifle through Loren’s stuff for more, and Loren hadn’t told him where he’d put his newly cleaned clothes.
Nathan stood under the spray, groaning with the luxury of hot water provided at pressure. It soothed his muscles more than anything else. Well, almost anything else. With that in mind, his cock hardened. Rubbing soap over his body in leisurely strokes heightened his arousal. He slid a finger across a nipple, dropping his head back with the stiffening of his already hard shaft. His hands smoothed over his slick body, his palms caressing his nubs each time he passed, getting closer and closer to his target.
“Fuck,” he breathed. When he finally circled the base of his cock, he squeezed, staving off the threatening orgasm. Nathan rested one palm against the tiled wall, shifted to let the water beat onto his back and stroked his other hand up to the head of his cock. Using the tips of his finger, he teased his head repeatedly before sliding his fingers around to grasp himself then he slid them down his cock. His knees trembled with the pleasure streaming through his body, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer.
Sliding his whole palm around his cock, he stroked in earnest, his mind taking him to the one thing he knew he couldn’t have but wanted all the same. Loren—his Daddy—behind him, allowing Nathan the ecstasy of Loren’s hands on his cock, giving him pleasure.
Permitting him to come.
“Fuck! Yes! Ah, god, yes!”
Nathan painted the tile with his release, barely keeping himself upright with the strength of it. Panting heavily, he rested his head against the wall.
Chapter 6
Loren
Loren entered the house, hoping to find Nathan in residence, although his head told him Nathan had gone. He stood in the hallway, listening, his whole body relaxing at the sound of the shower. Exhaling softly, he closed his eyes briefly, nodded and, balancing the bags in his arms, strode to the kitchen.
He’d picked up Chinese on the way home, and not knowing what Nathan enjoyed, he’d bought a variety. Setting it up on the table with plates and cutlery, he ascended the stairs to tell Nathan the food was ready, but his feet froze on the top step when the sounds of heavy breathing, curse words and pleasurable sounds filtered through the closed door.
