“Daddy.” I whine the word. I know I do. But there’s a sudden burst of something and I need him now. I need him close to me, on me, in me. I shift my hips and reach my hands out to run down his chest.
He gives me another lingering kiss before pulling away and standing up and stretching his back. My eyes catch on the obvious bulge in his boxers. I move to stand on my knees, running my hands up his stomach and chest. The diaper sits heavy around me, but it isn’t uncomfortable. Not yet, at least. I don’t mind waiting a few minutes before getting changed.
“Aussie, what are you doing?” Daddy’s voice is playful and his hands rub up and down my arms.
“I’m trying to seduce you,” I say flatly. That gets a laugh out of Remi but he steps away from me. I go with my full on pout.
“You are too cute in the mornings,” Remi says. I’m not fully in my Little space, but I can still use it to my advantage if it gets me another orgasm like I had yesterday in the changing room. “Let’s get you cleaned up and eat breakfast first, okay? We have all weekend together.”
Remi motions for me to lay back on the bed. I let him maneuver me out of my clothes and then he folds up the diaper and wipes me clean. Memories from last night come back as I let Remi dress me in some of my adult clothes.
We started at the coloring station. Daddy helped me choose the colors and decide between the Batman coloring book or the Dragons. We moved on to the toys after that. There were a lot of toys, too. The other Littles introduced themselves and I showed off Koka. I didn't recognize any of them from past visits, but they were nice and let me join in on their game. They were playing a rescue game, where one of the girls was dressed up as a princess, another was a dragon, and the rest were the knights. We played for at least an hour before moving to the ball pit and the Mommies and Daddies passed out snacks and candy.
“What are you thinking so hard about?” Remi asks. He holds my hands and pulls me until I’m standing on my feet. “Are you okay?”
“Perfect,” I say without hesitation. “I was just thinking about last night and how much fun I had.”
“I would hope so, considering I had to practically carry you to the car after.”
“I don’t remember even getting home,” I say. We're at Remi's place, which is more modern than mine and has an en suite in his room. He steps away to relieve himself and I look around his bedroom.
It's somehow exactly what I imagined but also not. The bed is a King size and the darker headboard and frame contrasts nicely against the faint green color of the walls. His dresser is a tall one, with six drawers. It matches the cherry wood color of the bed. The ceiling fan has a light but there's also a lamp sitting on the bedside table on Remi's side. I hear the water running, and in a moment I hope will pay off later, I snag a condom from the bedside table where I definitely snooped. I smile when I have to break the tape to open the box.
I move to explore the rest of his house. I've been here before, but it's been years. Another wave of regret for all but cutting him out of my life washes over me. The house is how I remember, though. The bedroom opens on the top floor. There's a short hallway with a guest room and bathroom on one side and what I think I remembered as the playroom on the other.
Downstairs, the house is split in two. The stairs are against the wall, which leaves the living room wide open. He has the same sectional that I've taken a nap or two on before. It's in the center of the living room area, facing the mounted TV above the fireplace. There are pictures hanging on the walls, some generic but a handful are of friends and family. The kitchen is set in the back half of the house, around the stairs. The house isn't huge, but it's bigger than mine. Remi did a lot of remodeling and designed everything himself.
Remi steps up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist. His body presses in close to mine and his lips touch against the back of my neck. I close my eyes. Remi presses his hips into my backside and food is definitely the last thing on my mind this morning.
“What’s the plan for today?” Remi asks.
I turn in Remi’s arms and wrap my own around his neck. “I can think of a few things.”
Butterflies flit around in my stomach with the way Remington smiles back at me. I raise up on my tip toes and kiss him deeply, parting my lips immediately for him to take over. He must have brushed his teeth because all I taste is mint.
Remington slips his hands lower, hauling my feet off the floor. I wrap my legs around him and he moves us and sets me down on the back of the couch. It is such a smooth move and my body sings at the new angle. The couch is just tall enough for us to press our hips together. My legs are still wrapped around him.
Instead of continuing the kiss or doing more, Remi lets go of me and I topple backward onto the cushion. I know that the noise I let out and the flailing of limbs is far from graceful. Remington's laugh fills the house. I try to glare at him, but I'm stuck staring at the ceiling with my feet dangling over the back of the couch. I hear Remi walking away.
"I told you, we have all weekend. And I'm hungry."
"That was a cruel move," I say as I regain my dignity and stand up. I follow several steps behind him into the kitchen. He's partially bent over, looking in the fridge, when I walk up. I admire the view of his backside for a second. He has more defined muscles on his back, especially around his shoulders. The briefs sit snug and don't leave much to the imagination, giving me a glorious moment to admire those milky thighs on display. My brain supplies visuals of those thighs encasing my body, thrusting into me. Fuck, I haven't been this horny in a long time. Years.
Remington— god— he was the definition of a dad bod. His stomach is solid, but I can feel the softness on his edges. Andhe has more hair than Paul, something I didn't think I would be so into. Cuddling up next to Remi at night is like cuddling a teddy bear. I fall asleep brushing my fingers through the fur like a security blanket.
After the first year of Paul's death, I thought about getting back out there and finding someone but it scared me. I didn't know a lot of people in the scene and the few first dates I attempted, there wasn't a spark. Paul and I had happened by chance. I was stepping off the bus, heading toward the library to work on some class projects. I brushed shoulders with a stranger, much larger than me, and nearly tripped. Paul was right there, thankfully, and kept me from falling to the sidewalk.
Remi stands back up and smiles at me. I return it, genuinely. Being here, in his house again, is bringing up old memories. Not in a comparable way, but just memories that make me realize how lucky I am that Remington came to the coffee shop that night.
"How do you feel about pancakes and bacon?" Remington asks, not privy to the thoughts and feelings swirling inside my mind.
"Sounds amazing." I push away from the doorframe and idle up next to him. "Need help with anything?"
Chapter Twelve
IlovethatAustinflows in and out of Little space during the day. As much as I wanted to give in to his request first thing this morning, I really was hungry enough for my stomach to be rumbling. I didn't eat before going to the club and then Austin fell asleep on the way home. I opted for cuddling with him instead of making a late night snack. Who could blame me when he was dressed in the adorable outfit and smiling in his sleep?
After breakfast, we go back upstairs to look through the playroom. It's been unused for months and I'm sure most of the toys could use a good cleaning. I've met a handful of Littles at the club over the years, even before my best friend's death, but only one or two have lasted long enough to be invited here.
