Page 33 of Soothe Me, Daddy
Henley swallowed and obeyed, opening himself for Isaac. He couldn’t see him, but Isaac’s hands were smoothing across his skin until one hand gripped the base of the plug. Isaac twisted it around a couple of times before pulling on it and slowly withdrawing it from Henley’s highly-strung body. Henley gasped and tried to breathe through the sensations, gritting his teeth against the need to come when the plug finally came free, and he slumped forward.
“Stand up.”
Legs wobbling, Henley stood as best he could, and Isaac twisted him around. Reaching for the boxers, Isaac slid them up and over his angry looking cock. “Right, let’s wash up. There are spare toothbrushes under here.” He opened the cupboard under the sink and backed away from him. “Go ahead and come out when you’re finished.”
Isaac shut the door as he left, giving Henley a chance to calm down.
Henley inhaled then exhaled slowly. Resting his hands on the sink, he hung his head. It was going to be a long torturous night. He was tempted to stroke himself to completion right now and get it over with, but the thought of disappointing his Daddy made him reconsider.
Straightening up, he glanced in the mirror, seeing the tension bracketing his face. His eyes caught on the chain still encircling his neck, and he lifted the rainbow, spinning the centre around and around. It was beautiful the way the light caught the different colours. He unclipped the chain, setting it aside, slid off each of the bangles and rings and left them in a pile on the counter. He washed up and brushed his teeth before setting everything back down.
One more deep breath centred him, so he took a chance and left the bathroom, entering the empty bedroom. He could hear running water and assumed Isaac was in the other bathroom, getting ready for bed. Now that he was alone in the room, Henley felt a little unsure of himself. He didn’t want to get into bed without Isaac being there. Which was probably a silly thing to worry about, but it was Isaac’s house, after all.
When Isaac entered the bedroom, Henley waited at the end of the bed.
“Everything okay?” Isaac asked as he slipped off his shirt.
“Yes, Daddy. I wasn’t sure which side you slept on, so I didn’t want to take your space,” Henley uttered, eyes captivated.
“I’d like it if you could sleep on the left.”
Henley nodded, smiling as he relaxed in Isaac’s presence, and walked over to slide under the covers. He knew Isaac was watching him as he got comfortable, and Henley stared at Isaac as Isaac studied him, a bit like a bug under a microscope.
Shaking his head as if pulling himself from a dream, Isaac pointed to the bedside table. “I brought some water for you in case you were thirsty.” He wandered over to the bed, lifting the covers and crawling in next to Henley. The minute he was situated, Isaac lifted his arm for Henley to snuggle in, and they both sighed.
“You do realise I probably won’t be able to sleep, don’t you?” Henley whispered, his hard shaft pressing against Isaac’s hip.
“Hopefully, you will, but if you don’t, I’ll keep you company.”
Henley ran his hand up and down Isaac’s chest, loving the feel of the minimal hair which would feel amazing against his skin. He’d had a fantastic night, even without the alcohol. It was one of the only times he’d been out and not thrown back at least one alcoholic drink. He hadn’t minded, surprisingly. Sierra and Frankie were fantastic, and when Frankie had admitted, drunkenly, that she was a transwoman, it had shocked him initially but had no bearing on her as a person. He would have to tread carefully when he next saw her, though. She may not remember telling him.
Losing himself in the feeling of being so close to Isaac and in the rhythmic stroking of Isaac’s hand on his upper arm, he relaxed further.
Movement woke him, and he groaned, rolling over onto his other side and burrowing into the pillow. When a chuckle reached his ear, he blearily opened his eyes a fraction, seeing Isaac facing him with his head rested in his hands.
“Good morning, sweetheart.” Isaac ran his fingers down the side of Henley’s face before cupping his jaw and lifting him to Isaac’s kiss.
Henley groaned once more, pressing closer, wanting more. Isaac smiled against his lips and licked the seam of Henley’s mouth, demanding entry. Henley granted him access, and Isaac pushed forward, forcing Henley onto his back as the kiss went from nought to sixty in seconds. Maybe they were both feeling the lack of activity the previous night, but this morning all bets were off.
Isaac slid a leg in between Henley’s thighs, pressing up to massage against his balls and cock. Henley moaned into Isaac’s mouth and wrapped his arms around Isaac’s neck, keeping them as close as humanly possible. Isaac’s hands were roaming all over Henley’s body, skimming across his skin, leaving goosebumps and heat trails in his wake. It was all Henley could do to hold on and take whatever Isaac dished out.
Henley’s rock-hard shaft gained friction from being squashed between their bodies, and he didn’t think he was going to last long.
Isaac pulled off, both gasping for breath, and reached for the drawer in the bedside table. Henley couldn’t help but keep thrusting against Isaac’s stomach until his Daddy’s voice demanded he stopped. Visibly shaking with restraint, Henley gripped the sheets below him as Isaac lifted to his knees, lube held in his hand.
Sighing with relief, Henley spread his legs and licked his lips as he eyed the container and the person holding it.
“Now we’re going to take this slowly this first time, Henley. I want the first time that we come together to be amazing for us both. Try to be patient,” Isaac remarked.
“Yes, Daddy,” Henley whispered.
“Good boy. Let me see you more. Lift your legs a little higher.” Henley did so. “Great. Wow, look at you,” Isaac said with awe in his voice. Isaac ran a finger from his taint to his hole, and Henley fought not to react, except for a gasping inhale. “You’re gorgeous, even here.” He slid onto his stomach, his face level with Henley’s ass, which Henley felt clench in response. “So eager to have something in here.” Isaac rubbed a circle around his hole without penetrating. “Grip the backs of your thighs. I want a taste.”
Henley’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as he did as he was told, exposing himself completely to Isaac. Exquisite torture followed as Isaac licked a stripe down from his balls and ending at his hole. Isaac proceeded to lap at it repeatedly before firming his tongue and pressing against the rim several times. Isaac returned to lapping, more pressure than before, then stuck his tongue in Henley’s hole again, withdrawing and entering, withdrawing and entering.
Henley was out of his mind. He’d been rimmed before, but nothing like this. He slammed his head back against the pillow when Isaac raked his teeth over the area in gentle bites before licking at him again.
When Isaac pulled back, Henley whimpered, but a cool finger replaced Isaac’s mouth. When Isaac had lubed it, Henley had no idea, blissed out as he was, but he no longer cared when said finger was inserted into his hole. Henley gasped as pleasure began tingling up and down his spine. A second then a third finger quickly followed, Henley humming with delight at the stretch he felt. The stretch he always associated with pleasure that was soon to follow.
