“Be good and drink for me now, petal,” I said, my cock throbbing so hard when he shifted in my arms and rubbed against it that I had to bite back a moan. “Jordan,” I whispered when his eyes lazily drifted open, easily ignoring my own need as I got a little lost in the way he was looking at me. “You need… uh, you need to hydrate now.”
“Yeah,” he said, his voice still kind of slurred and slow from the afterglow.
He made no effort to actually move, though, and I grinned, kind of loving that.
No, definitely loving that.
Wow, I totally had a kink, and it was being Jordan Wendt’s everything.
I brought the bottle to his mouth.
“Drink for me,” I repeated, totally okay with the idea of Jordan needing me for this. Hell, hopefully needing me foreverything, at some point. Because the reality of having Jordan in my lap? In my bed? In my life? Sure, there was still a lot I didn’t know about him as a person, and I definitely wanted to spend some quality time with him when we weren’t both naked—well, when neither of us was naked, I meant—but I already knew for sure that all the fantasies I’d ever had about him were… Jesus.
They weren’t as good as the real thing. Not even close.
But also? That connection I’d always fantasized about having with him, it felt real now. It felt like I actuallyhadbeen able to tell what he needed... and damn, I’d given it to him, too. IknewI had. He’d let me in, let me take over, and it had been incredible.
“You were so good for me, baby,” I said, offering him sips as he drank. “You took that spanking so well.”
“’Sgood,” he said. “Was… hot.”
It had been more than hot. It had been perfect.
He finally finished the water and started to look a little more alert. But not much, and since it was already late…
“Do you want to stay, baby? Sleep here tonight? Let me keep taking care of you?”
He blinked, then suddenly gotwaymore alert. “What? Uh, no,” he said, pushing away from me and scrubbing a hand over his face. “Shit, sorry. I, uh, I was out of it. I should… blow you? Before I go?”
I’d been so hard for so long that that should have been an easy yes, but instead, a feeling of sick disappointment spread through me. Which was ridiculous. Just because I’d spent years dreaming of some kind of epic romance with him and then had finally gotten the chance to get him off, didn’t mean he was suddenly ready tostay. Not in my bed, and not—if I messed this up—in my life, either. Not if the slightly panicky look on his face now was anything to go by.
He’d called this a hookup from the get-to, and I was fine with that… as a starting point. But no way was I going to let him think I was only interested in sex when what I really wanted was so much more. So, yes, I wanted his mouth on me, kind of desperately, but...
“I don’t need you to—” I started to say, then sucked in a sharp breath and saw stars when he suddenly palmed me through my pants, a sexy, well-practiced-looking smirk appearing on his face and chasing away all the soft, dazed bliss I’d put there.
“Sure you don’t, dude,” he said. “But isn’t that why I came? And don’t even try to tell me you don’twantme to.”
He squeezed my throbbing cock, thumb rubbing against the head, and my hips bucked up without my permission. “Shit.”
His smirk grew into a full-blown grin. “Language, Daddy,” he said with a wink.
Oh God.Yes, dammit. I definitely wanted him to. Blow me. Touch me. Anything. But… but there was something I wanted more. Something that might not have to stay the impossible dream I’d always thought it was, not anymore.
I already knew what happened when I got “too intense” on a guy, though, and confessing that I’d spent years thinking Jordan was The One probably qualified. So… yeah. Definitely not the time to admit that while getting each other off might have been whyhe’dcome over, it wasn’t the reason I’d wanted him to.
At least, not the only reason.
Before, I’d thought I wanted to be his Daddy, but now IknewI did. But not just in the bedroom, and not just for one night.
I wanted it permanently.
God, I really was too intense… formostguys. For Jordan, though? I might be fooling myself, but I thought he could handle it. No, I thought he mightneedit. Thrive on it. Really, truly let himself go if and only if he realized that I was all in, too.
We were perfect for each other… now I just had to ease him into the idea.
I covered his hand with mine, bucking into his grip again, just for a second, becauseJesus, so good… but then I got control of myself and pulled his hand off me, because I needed it, but what I needed even more was for him to know that being his Daddy meant more to me than just how hot it was between us.
“You don’t need to worry about me tonight, baby,” I said, making his eyes go wide. “This is about you.”
