Page 50 of Spoil Me, Daddy
When Zaire finished the story, the children cheered, and he took a bow, his face beaming. Aaron strode up to the front and slid an arm around his shoulder, squeezing. “You’re amazing,” he whispered in Zaire’s ear before turning to the children. “Wasn’t that great?” The children responded with a loud affirmative. “Well, we can’t do any better than that, so we are going to finish there. Please wait until your class teacher is ready before you stand. Good afternoon, children.”
“Good afternoon, Mr Brown. Good afternoon, teachers.”
Aaron realised he still had his arm around Zaire, and he removed it, though he didn’t want to. “Are you okay?”
“Yep,” Zaire confirmed with a grin.
“Any plans for this afternoon?” Aaron asked. They had not seen each other because Zaire had been at his mum’s house over the weekend and had driven straight to school from her house that morning.
“Nope.”
“Would you like to come round? I have a surprise for you.” He didn’t need to offer the enticement, but he did anyway.
“I’ll be there. As always.”
“Good. Don’t take too long. You have a key. Use it if I’m not back before you.”
“Yes,” he looked around and whispered, “Daddy.”
“Good boy.”
With a wink, Aaron pivoted and left Zaire there. If he hadn’t, he wouldn’t have let him go back to the classroom and do his job. He would’ve taken him to his office and done things that would have gotten him fired. Two days and three nights without him was too long. Once in his office, he set to work, getting some paperwork finished. He needed something to take his mind off his boy.
Zaire’s car was present when he arrived home, and he called for him when he entered the house. Quick footsteps sounded, and soon he was engulfed in his boy’s arms as Zaire jumped up against him. Aaron laughed and wrapped an arm around his waist and under his hips as he walked further into the house.
“I missed you, sweet boy.” He kissed him as he had wanted to do all day, demanding entry to Zaire’s mouth and exploring the warm, wet area. Their tongues duelled as they fought to get closer to each other. Aaron turned and pressed Zaire against a wall, not wanting to hurt either of them by continuing to walk when he had his eyes closed from the pleasure of Zaire’s mouth. Their hips thrust, their hardening cocks sliding together. Zaire’s hands were in Aaron’s hair, holding tight as moans left him.
They finally pulled away, gasping for air, and Aaron nuzzled his nose along Zaire’s jaw and neck until he reached his favourite place. His teeth gained purchase on the area between his neck and shoulder, and he sucked—hard—marking Zaire where his skin was exposed with the off-the-shoulder jumper.
Zaire groaned, and his hips thrust harder against Aaron. “Daddy! Please. I need you.”
Knowing his boy as he did now, Aaron reached a hand down and undid his trousers, pushing the fabric out of the way and slipping his hand between the satin and skin, gripping his cock.
“Oh! Daddy! Please!”
“I know, sweet boy. I’ve got you.” Aaron pumped his hand, stroking up and down and twisting at the top, all the while kissing Zaire and muffling his moans and groans. Zaire’s hips increased in speed, and Aaron knew he would not last much longer. He tightened his grip and kissed up to Zaire’s ear. “Come for Daddy.”
“Ah! Oh, fuck! I’m…” Zaire’s cock released over Aaron’s hand and no doubt over both their clothes, but he didn’t care. All he cared about was the blissed-out look on Zaire’s face as he regained his breathing.
Aaron brought his hand up and licked off the come from his fingers, watching Zaire’s eyes dilate further at his actions. Once his hand was clean, he rested his hand under Zaire’s ass and lifted him away from the wall. He carried him up the stairs to the bedroom and dropped him on the bed to Zaire’s laughter.
Aaron stripped everything off and watched as Zaire got with the programme and did the same. When they were both naked, Aaron crawled over Zaire and took his mouth. His cock ached painfully and needed relief in the only place he could get it—with Zaire. Pulling away briefly to grab the lube, he slicked himself and settled between Zaire’s legs. They had done away with condoms a couple of months earlier and nothing felt better than being bare inside Zaire.
He pressed his cock against Zaire’s hole and surged forward, and as he seated himself fully inside his boy, he leaned down and kissed him reverently. Zaire began wriggling underneath him, indicating he was ready for more, and Aaron withdrew and thrust, groaning with the feel of Zaire’s inner warmth. After being so long without him—three dayswasa long time to him—he knew they wouldn’t last long, so he didn’t mess around. His hips pistoned as Zaire wrapped his legs around Aaron’s back, and Aaron slid his arms around Zaire’s back. They were as close as they could be, and the position must have been right because Zaire whimpered and gripped Aaron’s neck tightly.
“Fuck, my sweet, sweet boy. I’m there. Ah!” Aaron’s hips stuttered, and before he released, he felt Zaire tense and a flood of warmth between them as Zaire’s ass clenched on his cock. “Fuck!”
They stayed there for several breath-heaving moments before Aaron pulled back after a quick kiss. He stood and fetched a cloth from the bathroom, cleaning them both and settling next to Zaire to pull him into a hug.
“God, I missed you.”
“I missed you, too, Daddy.”
“How was it?”
Zaire was quiet for a moment, and Aaron allowed him time to collect his thoughts. “It was embarrassing as hell but also cathartic. At least we don’t need to hide from her now.”
Zaire had visited his mother so he could explain their relationship to her. As he said, he hadn’t wanted to be someone different when we were with her, so he’d wanted to tell her everything their relationship involved. Aaron had been surprised but overwhelmingly proud of how far Zaire had come since they’d met.
