Kissing Andy, though? Guess the joke was on me, because kissing wasn't anything new—I’d legit lost count of how many other guys I’d kissed—but since none of them had ever been him, it didn’t feel like familiar ground at all.
It took him about zero point nothing seconds to get over the surprise and put his arms around me, too—one around my waist, pulling me in tight, and the other cradling the back of my head—and… just...fuck. I was hard as hell and the whole point had been to move things along, but once he took over and started kissing me back, I forgot all about wanting to rush to the main event.
No, it was like he somehow turned kissingintothe main event.
“Fuck,” I whispered when he finally let me come up for air, resting my forehead on his shoulder as I tried to catch my breath.
“Language,” he said right away, rubbing slow circles over my back that made me want to melt right into him.
Him and that “language” fetish, though. I grinned, glad it was hidden against his shirt, but then got my shit together, let go of him, and backed off a little, smirking at him instead. “Or else what…Daddy?”
His eyes suddenly turned molten, and… shit. Had I thought he wasn’t hot before?
“You know what, baby,” he said, advancing on me like some kind of predator.
My cock started throbbing. Hell yeah, I knew. And I wanted it. Well, him. Anything.
Fuck, I couldn’t think.
“Good,” I croaked, reaching down to adjust myself. “So… uh, so no more stalling. I don’t needrefreshments. You know what I came here for.”
He hesitated, the hot-as-fuck predator look replaced by something else—disappointment? But nah, that didn’t make sense. I’d just told him I was DTF—but then he got over it, whatever “it” was, and kept on coming. Got all up inmypersonal space this time… and still kept coming. Backed me right into the wall behind me and then pinned me there, his body feeling a fuck-ton better than just “average” now that it was pressed so tightly to the front of mine, flush against me from chest to thighs so that every single part of us lined up like some kind of perfectly cut jigsaw puzzle.
He brushed my hair off my forehead, running his fingers through it all the way to the back, and then gripped the back of my head again, staring into my eyes like he was trying to see right inside me or something. Then, “Okay.”
But I guess that hadn’t meant “okay, no more stalling, I’ll go grab some lube so we can get busy” like I’d thought, because Andy just dipped down and took my mouth again like he owned it. Kissed me again like it was what he’d been waiting to do all his life. Or... shit. Maybe like he was showing me whatI’dbeen waiting for.
The noise that incessantly lived in my head faded away to, then went quiet, and for a tiny little slice of eternity nothing else existed except the feel of him holding me where he wanted me and kissing me like he owned me. Grinding against me until my cock was fully locked and loaded again. Trapping me against the wall until I was moaning like a shameless little cockslut on the verge of begging him for... fuck. For anything he wanted to give me.
He finally nipped at my bottom lip, then pulled back, running his thumb over it. “I love your mouth.”
“Fuck,” I panted, pretty fucking sure that my mouth loved him, too.
He grabbed my wrists and yanked them over my head, holding them against the wall.
“Language, Jordan,” he said, making my cock throb. Then he smiled, slow and dirty. “I do know what you’re here for, you don’t have to goad me into it, sweetheart. I’ll give you what you need. But…”
His voice trailed off.
He was trying to kill me, looking at me like that.
“But what?” I finally blurted, really fucking into the whole pin-me-to-the-wall-and-keep-me-there action he had going on but getting way too jumpy inside when he just… just stared at me. I mean, sure, I knew I was pretty, but it didn’t feel like he was looking at my face. He was, like, looking atme.
“But be good,” he finally said, his lips quirking up at the corner. “You’ll get what you asked for, but you need to remember that Daddy’s in charge now.”
“Oh, fuck, dude, yes,” I babbled, so fucking turned on now that I couldn’t stand it. “I’m all yours.”
He kept my wrists locked in one of his hands and used them to pull me away from the wall so he could give my ass a swift, hard swat that made my cock swell even more. “It’s Daddy, not ‘dude.’” he said firmly. “Didn’t I just tell you to be good?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I said, becausefuckyes. Then I smirked, figuring I knew where he was going with this. “And if I forget, you get to spank me for it, right?”
“That’s what you said you wanted,” he said, doing that stare-down thing again that made my stomach start jumping, slowly walking me back against the wall again and then pressing my wrists against it and holding me there. “That’s what youaskedfor.”
“Fuck yeah, I did,” I said, letting my dick do the talking because sure, I’d had my doubts about the spanking thing earlier, but right now? All crowded and restrained and, uh, dominated and whatnot? My cock and I both agreed. Whatever “Daddy” wanted was most definitely what I wanted, too.
Except… oops.
Yep, he’d caught the F-bomb… and he swatted the side of my ass for it.Hard.
