“Daddy,” he whimpers.
I can tell he’s close. His body has tensed beneath me, and his breathing is harsh and ragged. His fingers grip my hair with tangible desperation. I will him to let go. I take him so deep his coarse, curly pubic hair is tickling my nose, and I gently squeeze his balls. He lets out an unearthly groan as cum hits the back of my throat, briefly stinging before I swallow the sweet, thick substance down. I keep sucking until there’s nothing left and his cock is starting to go limp in my mouth. I release his cock, not licking or wiping my lips before I stand and kiss him. I want him to taste himself on my lips and tongue. He wraps his arms around my back, and I hold him just as tight.
“How was that, sweet boy?” I ask once our fevered kiss has ended.
“So good, Daddy.” He stares into my eyes. “Can I repay you?”
I nod, smiling as he sinks to his knees and undoes my trousers. He hasn’t even bothered to redress himself, so his soft, wet cock is still hanging out, and what a glorious sight it is. He looks up at me as he sucks me off, and I make sure to keep eye contact. I grasp his hair tighter than he held mine and slowly thrust my hips into his mouth. I watch for any signs that he’s not happy with the pace and depth of my thrusts, but he grins around my cock and uses his tongue masterfully. Before long, I’m grinding into him hard and fast. He keeps grinning. Keeps teasing and tickling my length.
“That feels so good, sweet boy,” I tell him, needing him to know how pleased I am. “I’m close.” How could I not be? Reducing him to nothing brought me close to the brink. “Do you want to swallow?”
He gives me a thumbs up, and I thrust hard into his mouth one last time before I shudder and shoot my load into his throat. He sucks my cock greedily while I pant through the aftershock of my orgasm. When I’m completely spent, I pull him to his feet and slam my mouth against his. Ineedto taste the mixture of him and me.
“Fuck, you’re amazing,” I tell him.
“So are you.”
He lays his head against my shoulder, and we hold each other, both partially undressed and spent.
“Let’s go lie down,” I say.
We manage to make our way to my bedroom without pulling our trousers up. We fall onto the bed and find our way into each other’s arms.
“I’m really glad I went to that party,” Corey says sleepily. “I’m really glad I met you, Daddy.”
“Me too, sweet boy, me too.”
18
Corey
All I can hear from the living room as I get home is Lexi counting down from ten as I take my shoes and coat off. I open the door just as she squeals ‘blast off!’ She and Blake start to make what I assume are rocket noises, seeing as they’re sitting in two large cardboard boxes and have homemade astronaut helmets on their heads.
“Daddy!” Lexi says, tossing her helmet aside and climbing out of the box so she can come and give me a hug. “I missed you!”
I hug her back. “I’ve just been at work like every day. What are you playing?”
She ducks away from me. “Silly, Daddy! We’re going to space!”
“To the moon,” Blake says. “Or that was the plan anyway.”
“Do you want to come to the moon with us?” Lexi asks.
“Actually—” I begin.
“Please?”
“We’ve only got two helmets,” Blake says, obviously trying to help me out. “You can’t go to the moon without a space helmet.”
“Oh.” Lexi pouts and stares at the floor. “We could make another.”
“I don’t have time. I’ve got marking to do, and then I’m going out,” I explain.
“Again?”
She makes it sound like I’ve gone out every day, which is far from true. After our trip to Greenwich last Wednesday, I’ve only seen Spence three times. I went and cooked for him after his shift on Thursday but didn’t even leave the house until Lexi had gone to bed. On Monday evening, his day off, he took me on the London Eye and then out for a meal. Once again, I didn’t leave the house until Lexi was in bed. On Wednesday, I left after Lexi had eaten her tea, and Spence and I had enjoyed a twilight picnic in the park. It’s Thursday, Spence’s last day off before he goes onto night shifts for four days, and thanks to Blake offering to babysit again, we’ve planned to go and see a film together. Except now, guilt is welling up within me as my daughter glares at me accusingly.
“I’m going to visit a friend,” I say, but the conviction has faded from my voice by the time I reach the end of the sentence. I guess I’mnotgoing out tonight after all.
