“You’re such a tease,” he groaned, squirming under me.
It was addictive, this feeling of control over him. That he would willingly hand his body over to me, to control his pleasure, to extend or to delay depending on my whim. I was willing to explore the dynamic if he was, though not without a safe word. Releasing his wrists, I moved down his body, licking, kissing, biting to gauge his sensitivity. My light beard left his skin rosy where it scratched him, which gave me an idea. Smirking, I paused to suck up a mark on his pec, first making sure it could be covered by a shirt; it would be a bad look for a family doctor to be covered in hickeys, but I could only go so far at controlling my barbarian urges to claim. I followed the trail of hair south until I came to the waistband of his pants, my progress blocked by fabric.
He whined a little, arching uselessly behind the barricade. “We should’ve removed our clothes first.”
“No time like the present,” I drawled, glancing up the length of his body to meet his eyes. We wore matching grins, and in obvious agreement, we both leapt into action. We fumbled frantically at each other’s clothes, clumsy in our desperation to bare every inch of flesh, before we finally decided it would be faster to focus on ourselves.
We muffled our laughs as I hopped around on one foot trying to kick off my jeans, and Lazlo’s shirt got caught over his head.At last, though, we were both naked and fell back onto the bed with relief. “Let’s try that again,” I said, hooking an arm around his waist and pulling him in.
Our bodies notched together, cocks gliding against each other with just enough friction to drive me wild. The urges this man awakened in me, I felt nearly feral. “Now, where was I?” I asked, shuffling down the bed and using my broad shoulders to make space between his spread legs. “I think I was about… here.” I picked up where I’d left off at the edge of his treasure trail, only this time, there was nothing standing between me and his hard-on, the crown weeping with pre-cum.
I collected it on my tongue with a barely-there flick, and the musky flavor exploded across my senses. “Delicious,” I purred, before sinking down on him, taking his long, lean cock all the way to the back of my throat.
He barely managed to muffle his shout, lips clamped together. He was trying so hard to be quiet, but that just meant I had to work harder for each moan, every whimper a hard-won gift. I added suction, swallowing around him, and his hips bucked off the mattress. He wasn’t going to last long, and as I ground my own erection into the mattress, I likely wouldn’t either. It had been too long for me, and this simply felt too good.
I guess we would just have to go more than once then…
Dragging my mouth off his cock with a wet pop, I leaned over to pull open the bedside drawer and grabbed a bottle of lube and a box of condoms, glancing quickly at the expiration date to make sure they were still good.
Before I could suit up, though, a faint whimper through the baby monitor on the bedside table made us both pause. Mia had begun to fuss, and I held my breath, waiting to see if she would go back to sleep. She gave another mewl, a little louder this time, a hungry cry. I already knew the telltale signs that she wasgetting ready to take things up a notch. Sexy times would have to wait.
“I’ll get her,” I said, pressing Lazlo down to keep him here. “I’ll be right b—”
“Shhh, sweet angel. Don’t cry. Daddy’s got you.” It was August, his voice a whisper through the baby monitor.
My whole body stilled as I listened to his voice, high and tight, and I could just imagine the face he made when he was unsure of himself, a crease between his eyebrows, lips in a flat line. But then I heard him say, “Jerry said I was a great daddy… Do you think I can do this? I can try. You and me, Mia, we can do this. Right?”
Lazlo had gone still too, focused on August’s words. He was wearing a soft smile as we listened to him repeating my praise. He’d heard me, but more importantly, he’dlistened, and that meant everything to me. The circumstances of his background were still a mystery, but it was obvious he’d had a rough start of it. He was still young himself, unprepared, unknowing.
But at least he had us to take care of him and give him and Mia the best chance. He wasn’t alone anymore.
“Should we go help him?” Lazlo whispered, but I shook my head.
“No, he needs this, to know he can do it on his own.”
Though our cocks were both still hard, our lust was momentarily forgotten. I rolled off of Lazlo to lie down beside him, and he set his head on my chest. Together, we listened as August fumbled his way through making a bottle for his daughter from everything we’d set by his bedside. He narrated the whole process to her, which seemed to calm her impatience a little. She knew his voice better than anyone’s, responded to it, and soon enough, we could hear her thirsty swallows.
“There! That wasn’t so hard, was it?” August said with an exhausted laugh. “They make it look so easy, don’t they, but it’snot. I did it, though. Just like a good daddy would, right?” I could feel the pride he felt at having accomplished this task on his own, and I was proud of him too.
He started singing a gentle lullaby about lily-of-the-valley and a garden full of singing fairies, and Lazlo sighed, his breath coasting over my chest.
I set my hand over his where it was splayed on my stomach. “He’s a part of this,” I said roughly, the weight of what I was saying pressing down on us both. “And not just because he’s Mia’s dad.”
Lazlo nodded, tilting his head to look up at me. “I know.” He seemed to understand exactly what I meant. I’d hoped he felt the same way, and to see it shining in his eyes was a relief. “But what if he doesn’t feel it too? What if he leaves?”
“Then we’ll respect his decision, but until that time comes, I guess we’ll just have to show him how good things can be if he stays.” That was a plan to figure out tomorrow. For now, there was nothing to do but wait.
I smoothed Lazlo’s hair down and kissed his forehead, and then we rolled so he could nestle back into my chest as my little spoon. He guided my arm across his waist, and I pulled him close. Then we let August’s lullaby put us to sleep as well.
15
August
Mia’sthinwailforcedits way through the fog of deep sleep. Again? Was this the third time or the fourth? It was still dark outside. What time was it? I couldn’t even get my brain to do the basic math required to figure out what day of the week it was.
I pushed up from the bed, my body protesting even that small movement. My groan was drowned out by Mia’s cries as I nudged off the blanket and set my feet on the floor. For a second the room blurred, and I gripped the edge of the bed, fighting to stay upright.
I was determined to do this myself, but also… I was in a ton of pain. How did single parents do this? Hell, how didcouplesdo this? Although, in this case, I was more than happy to do it all without Mia’s sperm donor. He didn’t like noise of any kind, and I took special joy in my daughter’s healthy lungs as she belted out her hunger.
