“Not. Fair,” I managed between thrusts. He’d never been this dominant in bed before, and I had to admit I liked it. Feral, raw, demanding, owning.
“Mine. All mine. Who do you belong to, boy?”
“You, Daddy. Only you.”
The constant hits to that spot had me on edge and I swear, I could feel him growing inside me. Daddy pulled out, flipped me over, spread my legs and was back inside me before I had a chance to protest. Not that I would’ve.
“Daddy’s gonna come and fill you up then I’m gonna plug you with my fingers and take that beautiful cock of yours inside my mouth and make you come.” Daddy thrust a couple more times then growled as the warmth of his seed filled me up. Just like he said, he replaced his cock his fingers and slid his lips down my shaft.
As soon as the head hit the back of his throat, I came, whimpering and whining his name. “Daddy, daddy, daddy,” I chanted until I saw stars and nearly passed out.
Half asleep, I barely remembered him cleaning me up until he said the magic words that always lit my soul.
“I love you, now and forever, Beck.”
“Love you, Daddy.”
Daddy wrapped his arms around me and held me tight like a bunny burrito. Safe. Warm. Content. I had everything a boy could need and so much more.
Best birthday trip ever.
Chapter Fourteen
Crispin
“Come on, Mom, we’ll be late for our flight. You have ten whole days to fuss over him.”
“Hush, Crispin. If I want to fuss over my new son, I’ll fuss over him when I want to.”
She’d become so ridiculously protective of Beck, and it was now impacting our ability to make it to McCarren in time for the first leg of our flight. Then we only had an hour to catch our connecting flight from Houston to Aruba.
“Honey,” Dad grabbed their luggage. My parents came up to Vegas a couple days before we had to leave and she hadn’t left Beck’s side for long. He, of course, ate up all the attention. “It’s time to go. We are all in first class so Beck will be right there the entire time.”
Beck was all smiles, just as happy as ever. Who wouldn’t be with all these people waiting on you every second of the day. She even had a tea party with him in his playroom. Dad and I took that chance to sit outside with a beer in hand. Guess I was getting a few breaks this trip myself.
Not that I needed any.
But it did help with the nerves.
We got checked in, paid a small fortune for overweight and over limit baggage and made it to our gate just as they called the first-class passengers to board. Stanley and Jobe were waiting, and after quick introductions, we boarded. But as soon as we took our seats, I saw the nerves hit Beck.
“Daddy.”
“It’s okay, sweetheart. Daddy’s here.” I wondered if, for his first flight, an adult beverage might help take the edge off. “Did you want to switch seats with Daddy?” He’d chosen the window seat so he could look out, but in hindsight, that might not have been the wisest choice.
“No, I-I’m okay.”
Jobe and Stanley were seated in front of us and Jobe popped his head over the top. “I think it’s time to get our Becky-boy a wee bit tipsy.”
As if the stewardess knew, she came around with champagne. “Gentlemen, are we celebrating?”
“We-we,” Beck stuttered. “We’re getting married. It’s my first time flying. What if I throw up?”
“Congratulations,” she smiled. “The pouch in front of you has a bag if you feel the urge but I’ll let you know we have one of the best pilots in our fleet flying this plane today.”
“See,” Jobe peeked back over. “You have nothing to worry about.”
Jobe and I watched in…horror? Might be, as Beck first downed his glass, then took mine and did the same. Considering the boy never touched alcohol, I really wasn’t sure what we were in for.
