“I’ve got the next three days off, and then I’m on nights,” I say before I can think better of it.
“Oh?”
“Which means I’m free every afternoon this coming week.”
“Oh?” Corey’s voice takes on a husky, dirty rasp.
“Which means you could stop by on your way home from work for a little more stress relief?”
He giggles. “Stress relief?”
“Yes. Self-care isveryimportant.”
“I’m not sure this counts as self-care.” He squeezes my fingers with his. “Technically, you’re the one taking care of me.”
I kiss his shoulder. “And I’m happy to do it again.” I press another kiss to his damp skin. “And again.”
“What doyouget out of it, Daddy?”
“That’s a trick question, right, sweet boy?”
“Yeah, I guess so.”
Corey sighs. “I wouldn’t be able to stay.”
“I know.”
“It really would be a case of fuck and run.”
Is that what I want? I know I want to see him again, but I’m not sure to what end. Just for sex? To be his Daddy? Now isn’t the time to worry about it. For now, fuck and run sex sounds like fun.
“I’m good with that,” I say.
“Really?”
I swipe my tongue over the back of his neck. “Really.”
He’s quiet for a while. I stop kissing and licking him, instead laying my cheek against his back. I close my eyes, letting myself drift as I give him time to think. Our breaths become less laboured and eventually calm to gentle puffs. The crazy rhythm of our hearts settles to a lazy, resting beat. He feels amazing beneath me, soft and pliant. His arse occasionally tightens around my cock, but I’m too spent to get turned on so soon.
When the condom starts to irritate my delicate skin, I roll off him and take it off. I tie the end of the condom and toss it into the nearby bin. Then I lie still, stroking his back as I stare up at the ceiling.
“I’d like to come by on Monday,” he says just as my eyes are getting heavy enough that I could embrace sleep. “For sex.”
I turn my face to look at him. He’s still blindfolded, even though he could have removed it a dozen times over by now. I roll onto my side and untie the knot, pulling the blindfold away from his eyes. He blinks and stares at me, his mouth curled into a contented smile. Yet worry clings to his brow.
“What’s the matter, sweet boy?”
“You’re really okay with hooking up for sex?”
“Again with the trick questions. I like sex.”
His eyebrow quirks up. “Like?”
I laugh. “All right, Ilovesex. My shift patterns don’t make it easy to have any kind of relationship, so some no strings fucking sounds perfect.”
Corey’s brow smooths, and his smile broadens. “It does sound perfect.”
“Self-care for us both.”
