Was I ever going to get tired of hearing him say my name like that?
Spoiler: no.
Andy pulled off his shirt and used it to clean up my face, then dropped it, pulled me against him, and kissed the ever-loving shit out of me until I couldn't breathe all over again.
Holyfuck, how had I gone three days without him kissing me?
“My cum tastes good on you, petal,” he finally whispered against my lips, working one hand between us. Slipping it into my pants. Giving me that slow, sexy version of his smile again as he wrapped it around my cock. “Thank you for saving this for me.”
He ran his thumb over my slit and I bucked into his hand, my own hands still locked behind me because he’d never told me to stop.
“Fu-udge,” I gasped, remembering the language thing at the last possible second. “Fudgingplease, get me off.”
“I love it when you remember to be good for me,” he said, tightening his fist around my cock and dragging it up in a maddeningly slow stroke that had me whining, my head dropping onto his shoulder as I panted for breath and thrust into his hand. “But you know what I love even more?”
I shook my head, not lifting it, just rocking it side to side against his shoulder.
“I love giving you what you need,” he said, finally starting to stroke me for real. Not slow and teasing, not playing anymore, just jerking my cock tight and fast andperfect, like somehow he already knew what it took to get me there. “I love how beautifully you let me do that for you. Take care of you. Figure you out. Give you this. And I love how gorgeous you are as you come apart, how you let yourself go for me, trust me to get you there, become all mine whenever I put my hands on you…”
He kept one arm wrapped tight around my waist, angling his body to the side so there was room between us for his hand to fly over my dick and whispering more of that dirty sweetness in my ear as he scraped his teeth down the side of my neck and twisted his palm over the head of my cock and fuck fuck fuckfuck—
“That’s it,” he whispered, right in my ear. “So perfect. You’re right there for me, aren't you, sweetheart?"
Yes. Yesyesyesandyes.Allthe motherfucking yeses. But I still needed—
"Nowcome, baby.”
That.
I spilled over his hand like my dick was hardwired to his voice, shooting so hard, so fast, that I saw stars and then floated away among them, my whole body breaking apart as I came just like he'd told me told me to… and fuck if I ever wanted to get put back together again.
I mean, not unless Andy wanted to take care of that, too.
9
Andy
I wipedthe sweat off my forehead, then leaned over and braced my hands on my knees to try to catch my breath as soon as I reached my porch.
“Taking up jogging now, Andrew?” Mrs. Benson from next door asked, sweeping the light dusting of snow from the night before off her steps.
“Just getting back to it, Mrs. B,” I answered, trying for a smile as I straightened up, but pretty sure it looked more like a grimace. I had a stitch in my side.
I used to run every morning—not because I loved it, but because staying healthy was just smart—but without really noticing when it had happened, I’d gotten too focused on schoolwork and fixing up the house and had let myself get out of the habit. Now, though, finals were over for the semester and I had no excuse… although if I was honest, it was Jordan’s insane fitness level that had actually inspired me to start it up again.
I grinned, a hot thrill shooting through me as I unlocked my front door, because Jordan inspired me inmanyways… now I just had to get him to stop running away from me every time we hooked up so I could show him that.
“Whoa,” I said when Ellen darted between my legs as I walked in, meowing her displeasure at having to wait on my return for her breakfast. “I haven’t forgotten about you,” I assured her. “Just give me a minute.”
She gave me a cranky look, her ear twitching as I slipped my shoes off and set them on the shoe rack. Doing that gave me a slight twinge, remembering Jordan refusing to take his off when he’d come over the other night and how quickly he’d bolted after I’d made him come... but only averyslight one, because I understood him now.
I’d written off the connection I felt with him back in high school as wishful thinking or just a fantasy, but now that I’d spent some time with him—close, personal,intimatetime—I was past the point of second-guessing myself about whether I could really read him as well as I’d always thought I could. The way he responded to me was all the proof I needed that the answer to that was yes: Jordan needed a Daddy, I wanted to be his Daddy, and it was up to me to make that happen.
Jordan couldn’t bring himself to actually ask for what he needed—in fact, I doubted he’d even admitted it to himself—but since he also got flustered and panicky-looking whenever I gave him the chance to decide things on his own, that meant it was time for me to step in and take charge.
And not just in the bedroom.
I grinned at that as I followed Ellen into the kitchen and filled her bowl. Not that I’d only taken charge in thebedroomso far. I was pretty sure it was going to be impossible to ever walk through my front door from now on without getting at least a little bit hard from the memory of Jordan’s blissed-out expression when he’d dropped to his knees there and proceeded to blow my… mind. But while that part seemed to be easiest for him, I definitely wanted more than just sex.
