Page 46 of Soothe Me, Daddy
Isaac bit his earlobe and released him, pushing against his upper back until he was leaning over the back of the sofa, his hands resting on the cushions. Hands grazed over his back, blunt nails causing goosebumps to follow in their wake. When they reached Henley’s briefs, Isaac peeled them over his ass, pressing a kiss to each cheek before pulling them off completely.
Henley gasped as the fabric of the sofa chafed against his cock and the front of his thighs, but seconds later, he didn’t care. Isaac’s hands were back on his ass, kneading and spreading him while Isaac nibbled at his skin and licked it better. He heard Isaac spit, and his mouth was on his hole, licking, pressing, sucking, kissing repeatedly until Henley’s mind was fuzzy from the pleasure. The sofa no longer scraped him, or if it did, he couldn’t feel it. All his senses were focused on that one part of him that was being teased beyond anything he’d ever felt before.
Hands and lips left him bereft, and he whimpered, pressing back for more, but when he heard the click of a cap, he settled, knowing Isaac would be back. A hand slid across his ass, spreading him again, and Henley stuck his ass out further. The cool gel made him jump when it was applied to his hole, but he soon didn’t care. With Isaac’s finger probing and finding entry, Henley was up in the clouds.
He lost all sense of time, only coming back to himself when he heard the rip of a wrapper and the click of the tube once more. The press of Isaac’s cock against his hole had Henley gasping and pressing back. He wanted more. He wanted it all.
Words tumbled out of him. He had no idea what he was saying, but Isaac’s hands rubbed up and down his back in a soothing gesture. Henley fell to his forearms, changing the position and allowing Isaac to slip further inside him. Henley wanted more. Pressing with his hands, he moved back, allowing Isaac to slide completely in.
“Fuck, Henley.”
“Please!” Henley tried to move, but he was pinned between Isaac and the sofa. “Please, Daddy! Move, please!”
“I’ll take care of you, sweetheart. Don’t you worry, boy.” Isaac withdrew and slammed back in, the screech of the sofa moving on the wooden floor echoing loudly. Neither cared because Isaac continued to thrust his hips in a quick, deep rhythm, holding tight to Henley’s hips.
Henley received plenty of friction to his cock, and he was on the verge of coming, trying to pull back because his Daddy hadn’t permitted him to come.
“Daddy! Please!”
Isaac reached under Henley’s chest and pulled him upright, the change in position a relief on his cock but an explosion on his prostate. Henley reached his hands back, touching whatever skin he could reach of Isaac as he continued to pound into him, tweaking his nipples at the same time.
“Oh, fuck! Daddy! I’m going to come! Please!”
Isaac growled as he swore, and his cock emptied into Henley, his rhythm stuttering. “Come, Henley.”
As soon as the words were spoken, Henley obeyed. No hands required. He rested his head back on Isaac’s shoulder as the spasms flowed through him, and his cock released. Isaac caught him when his knees finally gave out, swinging him up into his arms and carrying him out of the room.
Henley wrapped his arms around Isaac’s neck and rested his head on his shoulder again, content to be carried anywhere Isaac deemed necessary. Which happened to be the shower.
Isaac slid Henley down, keeping tight hold until he was certain Henley’s legs would keep him upright, then reached to switch the shower on. Isaac kept his arms around Henley, smoothing his hands over his sweat-soaked skin, until the shower was ready, and helped Henley in, following straight after.
“I’m going to be asleep after this,” Henley groused.
“Fine by me.” Isaac yawned.
Henley snorted and burrowed further into Isaac’s chest.
“We can sort everything out tomorrow.” Isaac paused. “Although I will need to clean up the sofa. Either that or get it replaced.”
Henley sniggered. “Sorry, Daddy.”
“Don’t need to be sorry, sweetheart. However, we can’t go buying a new sofa every time that happens. It might be worthwhile getting a leather one or something.”
Henley dropped his head back, staring up at his Daddy. “You’re amazing,” he sighed. Never had he felt more relaxed and content as he did at that moment.
Once they were in bed, the stain mopped up as best as they could, Henley snuggled into his favourite position.
“I love your family. They seemed to fit perfectly with mine, too. I never expected that.”
“Why not?” Isaac slid his fingertips up and down his arm.
“Because we’re so different. But maybe there’s something to this nature versus nurture debate everyone talks about.”
“As far as I’m concerned, our families got on. That’s a win. End of.” Isaac laughed.
“Yeah, I suppose there are plenty of people out there who hate their partner’s family.” Henley thought about everyone who turned up to help. He had been surprised to see the people from work—both departments. Henley hadn’t expected them to work together. What with everything Isaac said about them not mixing well. “I think we should reconsider that dual night out, you know. Both departments worked well together today.”
“Hmm.” Isaac’s tone was non-committal.
