Page 98 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 2

Marco

We’d begun to spend more and more time together, my boy and me, playing games, coloring, eating fun foods. And cuddling. Having my boy on my lap was the best part of the evening. I cherished those times, as I hoped Riggs did. But sometimes, when we were having dinner at the diner or watching a movie in the theater in the next town or just sitting, talking after work, I wanted more.

Riggs was sexy, and I could not deny that, even if I wanted to. Which I did not. And he had never picked up on the signals I sent, which made me a little worried that he might not be that interested in me for naked fun. Sure, he liked hanging with me, and he also seemed to enjoy my company, but I wasn’t sure he wanted me to open the door to the adult play department. Riggs seemed content to play board games with me or have me tuck him into bed. He loved chikkie nuggies and cocoa with lots of marshmallows.

He loved hearing stories.

I loved all of those things and didn’t want him to feel as if it was an all or nothing proposition. If he was satisfied with our relationship where it stood, I would have to be as well. He was an adorable boy. But the man who sat across from me tonight in a restaurant new to both of us had a charm that was fully mature.

I scooped up a forkful of lasagna, barely tasting what I suspected was excellent pasta. I needed to stay in the moment and enjoy what we had and allow time to expand that if it did. “How is your alfredo?”

He swallowed and dabbed his lips with a napkin. As a middle, when he was feeling good, he could be goofy and funny sometimes, but tonight he was anything but. He was pushing his fettucine around and staring at his plate with such intensity, I wondered what he saw in it. “It’s fine,” he pronounced at length. “Very good, in fact.” I was fairly sure he hadn’t so much as tasted it but wasn’t sure why he was pretending.

“All right.” I ate some more of my dinner. It was good, but watching Riggs across the table clearly struggling with something made it hard to enjoy. “I don’t mean to pry, but if you want to tell me what’s on your mind, I’m here to listen.”

“Because that’s what daddies do,” he said, gaze still fixed downward.

“Because that’s what I do,” I clarified. “But right now, I’m trying to figure out why you’re a million miles away. I wanted this to be a nice evening.” I actually had wanted it to be more than one, had made the reservations with a vague idea that tonight could be more than just another dinner. I’d hoped… “Riggs, I—”

“Do you think we can—that is, tonight, maybe we can…”

He trailed off, but I reached across the table and took his hand. “Riggs, would you like to stay at my place tonight?”

“For a sleepover?” he queried, and my heart sank. Not that I didn’t want that. Or love that. But the vibe I was getting said something else.

“If that’s what you want, sure.” I swallowed hard. I’d never had this hard a time letting someone know I wanted them naked under me in my bed. But then, I’d never wanted anyone so much. “But it can be any kind you like.”

His gaze lifted to meet mine. “So, if I want it to be the grown-up kind…”

“Then I think we should hurry and finish eating because I’d love that.” I squeezed his fingers. “So much.”

“Could we ask the man to package up our dinner and eat later?”

Five minutes later, we were in the car, and it was all I could do to keep enough focus to pilot the car safely toward home. Our pastas were in foam containers on the back seat, and my cock was straining at my fly.

We were really going to do this, and the handful of miles left in our journey might have been a hundred.

“This is taking too long,” he muttered, rubbing a hand down my arm.

“Tell me about it.” I’d never been more aware of him, never been more aware of anyone. With our very safety in jeopardy, I shivered under his touch and considered pulling over to take the edge off. But that would never be the way I wanted my first time with this man who’d come to mean so much to me.

By sheer power of will, I managed to get us home and parked behind the building. No sooner was the car in park than we were kissing and hugging until I pulled free gasping for breath. “Come on, Riggs. Let’s take this inside before we put on a public display for anyone taking out their trash.”

He burst into laughter. “When you put it that way, it sounds so sexy.”

“That’s me,” I preened, opening the car door. “Always know just what to say.” Except when a certain person had me tongue-tied.

We staggered into the building, hands all over each other and words beyond us. Or at least me. Just digging my keys out of my pocket was a matter for laughter, and Riggs had to help me turn them in the lock. We linked hands and ran to my bedroom, pausing to strip garments off one another so that when we arrived, we were all ready for naked fun. He fell to his knees and grasped my cock in his fist, lips poised above it and a mischievous grin twisting the corners. “Mmm. I have to taste you.” His mouth closed around me, and I braced myself against the dresser while he sucked and licked and nibbled until I groaned and reached down to pick him up and toss him on the bed.

He fell back, legs parted, and arms reaching out for me. I followed him down, bracing over him while I reached into the nightstand for a condom and lube… Fitting my sheathed cock to his hole, I plunged inside to the hilt, gasping at the tight embrace of my lover’s body. He threw his head back and moaned, “Yes, please, more, harder don’t stop.”

And I was only too happy to comply.

Chapter 9

Riggs

I woke all snuggly in Daddy’s bed. Best. Sleepover. Ever. We made love and then fell asleep in each other’s arms. It was everything I’d dreamed it would be and more.

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