“Your ass is always going to get me excited,” he said, making my cock start to swell. So maybe this was actually a booty call after all, and not just him calling to call it off? Fuck, I hoped so. “But I’ve seen your videos,” he went on. “And they’re a lot more than just that. You obviously put a lot of work into the channel.”
“I mean, I have to if it’s going to pay the rent,” I said, really wanting to bet back to the part about him liking my ass.
Did he want me to come over, or what?
I kicked the edge of my futon, on the verge of asking when he beat me to it.
“So when you’re done, do you have plans tonight?”
I grinned, a whole damnwaveof relief washing through me. “Yeah,” I joked. “Got a hot date lined up.”
Crickets.
“Dude, I’m kidding.”
“Ah, okay,” he said, making me want to kick myself for being stupid, since he obviously hadn’t thought that was funny.
Fuck. Why the fuck had I even said it?
Andy cleared his throat. “We haven’t really talked about it, Jordan, but are you… is that something you’re still doing? With other people, I mean?”
Why, was he? And could we just, like, hook up without discussing this shit, please? I didn’t want to think about Andy with other guys, and I for damn sure didn’t want totalkabout it.
“Jordan, answer me.”
Fuck. I sank down onto my futon and squeezed my eyes closed, leaning back against the wall. “No, dude, you know I don’t date. It was just a joke. I haven’t even…” I had to clear my throat. “Haven’t hooked up with anyone else since you.”
Didn’t even want to, because I really was a fucking idiot.
Obviously, I was way more into this Daddy bullshit than I’d ever thought I’d be, but the thing was, the idea of doing it with anyone but him was just… no. But the fastest way to lose a good thing? Try and hold onto it. I knew that, didn’t need it rubbed in my face, thank you very much, and fuck him if he was going to make me admit it out loud just so he had an excuse to call me clingy and end this shit before it got all serious and whatnot.
“Look, dude, I gotta go,” I said, bouncing to my feet as my stomach turned into a sickening knot. “Maybe we can catch up later or something, but I’ve got a fuck-ton of editing to do today, and—”
“Jordan,” he said quietly, making my mouth snap shut and my brain try to turn off before I had a chance to think.
Oh shit, I was definitely fucked. Frozen in place with my heart trying to pound right out of my chest as I waited to see what he’d follow my name up with... and already way,waytoo addicted to the way he always said it, like his voice turned it into some kind of trigger that just made me want to promise to be good for him.
“Are you trying to earn another spanking, sweetheart?” Andy finally asked, sounding like he might be smiling.
“A total fuck up like me doesn’t have to try toearnshit like that,” I said, sinking back down onto the futon as my heart started pounding even harder. “It’s just a natural talent.”
And fuckingshitballs. I was being way too honest because I really gone for this guy, and Nic wasn’t even around for me to call and freak the fuck out about it.
I cleared my throat. “But good news for you, right? It means you can spank me every damn day if that’s what gets you off.”
I squeezed my eyes closed in denial.Every.... Day. Yeahhhhhhhh, I was the moron who’d just said that. Seriously, what the fuck waswrongwith me? I might as well just tattooI’m a needy bitchacross my forehead at this rate.
“Language,” Andy said, because of course he did. “And petal,” he added, his voice suddenly going hard in a way that made me want to be on my knees for him again. Not mean, just… firm. “If you need a spanking every day, I can do that for you, but don’t let me hear you say that you’re a fuck up again. You’re not.”
I laughed, and it sounded stupidly shaky. “Dude—”.
“Daddy.”
“Okay,Daddy,” I said, scrubbing a hand over my face. “Just… don’t fool yourself. I pretty much am. You don’t really know me yet, and—”
“I do know you, though, Jordan,” he interrupted. “I want to know more, but baby, I pay attention, and a fuck up is the last thing you are.”
He was wrong. I opened my mouth, but then closed it again since he’d told me not to say it, and before I could figure whatelseto say, he kept right on talking.
