Page 24 of Spoil Me, Daddy
“It’s okay. Just be careful, sweetheart.” Aaron stood and held out his hand. “Let’s find you something to wear.”
After entering Zaire’s bedroom, Aaron dropped Zaire’s hand and strode to the drawers. When he’d chosen boxers, joggers and socks, he grabbed a t-shirt from the wardrobe and went to stand in front of Zaire. He dropped the clothes on the bed and instructed Zaire to lift his arms. As he slid the material over his head, Aaron gritted his teeth against the need to kiss the expanse of skin revealed. Laying the vest on the bed, he picked up the t-shirt and helped Zaire to put it on.
He kneeled. His hands went to the pull cord of the pyjama bottoms and pulled it free, allowing the material to puddle around Zaire’s ankles. Aaron glanced up at him, watching as twin red spots bloomed on Zaire’s cheeks. Only the knowledge of where they were going enabled Aaron to strip off Zaire’s lacy underwear and replace them with boxers, which would be more comfortable when running. It had been warm when he’d arrived at Zaire’s that morning, and although it had been several hours, it should be nice enough to run without an outer layer.
“Come on.” Aaron stopped by the kitchen to grab two bottles of water and, passing one to Zaire, indicated the door. “Shall we take a jog along the river?”
Zaire’s eyes lit up again, and Aaron decided there and then he would do everything in his power to make sure Zaire had that expression as often as possible.
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Jogging along the River Cam had been enlightening. Aaron had been there many times before but seeing it through Zaire’s eyes as he exclaimed at the canoes, rowing boats, ducks, swans and everything else he saw was…educational. It showed Zaire’s love of water, which Aaron neatly tucked away for future reference.
After they’d returned, they showered together again, this time quicker and less handsy, but no less clean. Aaron had dressed himself in the clothes he’d had in his car and helped Zaire back into what Aaron had dressed him in after their first shower.
They ordered an Indian takeaway for dinner and argued the merits of several aspects of the school system. It reminded Aaron he’d done none of the work he’d brought home from school over the weekend. Luckily, it wasn’t essential. Aaron had only taken it because he’d expected to be alone. He was more than happy with his surprise alternate plans.
A full stomach seemed to sap all of Zaire’s energy, or maybe it was the busy day he’d had, but Aaron tugged him up the stairs once more. Zaire groaned as they climbed, grabbing hold of Aaron’s hand with both of his and leaning most of his weight on him, so Aaron was literally dragging him up. When they reached the top, Aaron wrapped his arm around Zaire, laughing.
“Did you enjoy that?” he asked, kissing the side of Zaire’s head.
“You made me walk up the stairs after eating, so it’s your fault,” he pouted, lips pursed.
Aaron caught them in a kiss as they stumbled through the bedroom door. Keeping his eyes open, Aaron directed Zaire to the bed, his hands busy roaming across Zaire’s satin clad body until they cupped his ass gently.
Breaking away to breathe, Aaron slid his hands upwards, underneath the satin vest top and along Zaire’s spine. “You’ve been such a good boy for me today, Zaire. I think you deserve a treat.”
“But I wasn’t a good boy this morning. I yelled at you.” Zaire’s voice was low and tinged with sadness.
“But you took your punishment, and all was forgiven, wasn’t it?” Aaron reminded him.
“Yes, but—”
“You don’t need to worry about what you think you deserve, my sweet boy. It’s my job now. And I say you deserve a treat.”
Aaron cupped Zaire’s face in his hands and reverently kissed his lips. He licked along the seam of Zaire’s mouth, and Zaire dropped his head back on a moan, opening to Aaron’s exploration. He felt Zaire sway until Zaire gripped the sides of Aaron’s t-shirt, holding himself steady. Leaving his face, Aaron’s hands slid down, undoing the cords for Zaire’s trousers and allowing them to fall, leaving Zaire clad in a satin vest and lacy thong.
Lack of air had them pulling apart. “On the bed, sweetheart.” He watched as Zaire glanced behind him, sat on the edge of the bed and slid himself over the covers until his head rested on a pillow.
Naughty boy that he was, Zaire proceeded to widen his legs and run his hands over his body in a teasing display. Stripping off his t-shirt and jeans, Aaron allowed the touches until he crawled onto the bed.
“Now, who said you could touch what is mine?” he growled as he caged Zaire between his arms.
Zaire froze, mouth gaping before snapping shut. “Sorry, Daddy. I…I need…I…” He panted, seemingly unable to get his thoughts in order.
Aaron inhaled deeply. If this was how Zaire acted when he’d hardly been touched, how much would he come apart when Aaron was balls deep inside him? Swallowing hard, Aaron leaned down and took Zaire’s mouth in a hard kiss, demanding entry and insisting on a reaction. When his arms began to shake with the intensity of the kiss, Aaron lowered to his forearms, sinking his lower body onto Zaire’s and groaning into each other’s mouths as their dicks came into contact.
But this wasn’t for Aaron. This was Zaire’s treat. So, Aaron detoured from Zaire’s mouth, kissing, nibbling and licking his way down the column of his neck, along his collarbones, down his sternum, shifting the vest up under Zaire’s armpits as he diverted briefly to Zaire’s sweet little nubs and continued down his abs, finding the barest hint of a trail heading into the lacy thong.
As he licked across the waistband of the lilac fabric, Aaron glanced up at Zaire’s face, knowing he would do everything in his power to keep this man.
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Chapter 9
Zaire
He had died and gone to heaven. He must have because pleasure streamed through his whole body, tingling his extremities and leaving goosebumps along his skin. No one had ever made him feel the way Aaron did. Everything he did was to enhance Zaire’s pleasure. Zaire could feel it.
