Fuck, because it felt like he’d already been doing that, even though none of what I’d thought I’d be getting tonight had happened so far.
“That’s right, I’m going to spank you for real now, petal,” Andy said in that confident, oh-so-fucking-calm, stroke-my-dick-with-his-voice way he had of just stating shit like it was already decided. Informing me of how it was going to be so I didn’t have to worry about it. Making me forget that he was four years younger than me and not actually “Daddy.” That taking care of me like he kept saying was just some kinky role play to get off to, not… not what it sounded like.
Notreal.
Andy shifted his legs, closing them tight around my aching cock again, and then ran his hand up my spine before bringing it back down to knead my ass a couple more times. “This isn’t punishment, baby. You’ve already taken your smacks for the bad sugar. This next part is just because you need it. You need someone to help you be good, and I want to be the one who gives that to you.”
He did. He was. Hadn’t I just been thinking that?
“You’re so hard, sweetheart. I want you to come when you need to, or tell me to stop if it’s too much.”
I whined, totally fucking shameless now with my head stuffed full of fuzzy cotton and my ass fuckingyearningfor him… but words? My brain-to-mouth connection was still too slow.
“God, you’re so beautiful, Jordan,” Andy whispered… and then he was spanking me. Holding me tight and heating up my ass and making me feel like I was his whole world. Raining down firm, steady smacks in a relentless, steady rhythm until I was making so many embarrassing sounds I forgot to care, couldn’t think at all, drifted into a blurry, buzzed state where there was nothing left to worry about because nothing else existed.
Until I bucked on his lap and my ass blazed with fire and my head emptied of everything and I finally shot all over the bed without even realizing I was about to come until it happened.
Until Ididdrown in it. In his voice. In his hands. In the fuzzy, floaty place I ended up once he stopped… a place I really would have loved to stay in, since coming out of it was only going to remind me that kinky role play wasn’t real life, and a hot as fuck, one-and-done hookup wasn’t going to miraculously turn someone who already had their shit together like Andy did into my own personal Scott.
Which was fine, since I didn’t even fuckingwanta Scott.
Because that would be stupid, right?
Fuck.
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I almost camewhen Jordan did. He was… Jesus. He waseverything. Wrecked by my hand, totally lost in it, completelymine.
At least, for the moment.
I eased him off my lap and laid him out on the bed, a fierce wave of satisfaction hitting me at the way he just…letme. At his slow, languid movements and the beautifully dazed look of pure contentment on his face.
I’dput that look there, and now, despite my cock crying for attention, all I wanted to do was focus on keeping it there. Keep on taking care of him. Actuallybethe Daddy it had felt like I was, once he’d given in to me and let me take over.
God, I really was too intense… but Jordan wasn’t complaining.
He was perfect.
“Stay here, sweetheart,” I said, even though he looked too beautifully sated and boneless to do anything else.
He hummed something that I took for agreement, eyes closed and cheeks still flushed. That pouty, delectable mouth of his faintly curved up in a smile that made my heart swell… it was all I could do to leave the bed, even though it would just be for a second. I finally made myself, though. Smoothed his hair back from his forehead and pressed a kiss there, then got up to quickly change into something that wasn’t soaked in cum and gather everything I needed for the aftercare I’d read about, before coming back to clean him up.
“Roll over, baby,” I said, one part of my mind quietly stuttering in shock about this actually happening, about getting to call Jordan my baby, having him naked on my bed, cleaningcumoff him… cum that he’d shot out because ofme.
But another part of my mind, the bigger part, just hummed with a kind of bone-deep satisfaction that felt better than if I’d already come myself, because this feltright. Like exactly what I’d always wanted but hadn’t known existed. Because sure, I’d knownJordanexisted, but I hadn’t known how it would feel to be his Daddy. How could I have, when I hadn’t even known being a Daddy was a thing?
Once he was clean, I rubbed some lotion over his incredible ass and thighs, the red already starting to fade. I almost lost my self control at the way it made him sigh and melt for me, then push up for more when I took my hands away. But settling against the headboard and pulling him up into my arms was better than giving in to my dick, because Jordan Wendt, naked in my arms?
Heaven.
I pulled a fuzzy blanket over him and uncapped the water bottle I’d grabbed.
Was I risking a crippling case of blue balls? Yes.
Was taking care of him, putting him first and getting all this gorgeous compliance and unselfconscious neediness in return, worth it? Also yes.
