An expression that matches the disappointment I’m feeling flickers across his face, but he nods. “Okay, Daddy,” he acknowledges. “Can you read me a bedtime story?”
There goes my heart again.
“That sounds like a wonderful idea.”
Chapter Eleven
"Weneed"—Isuckin a quick breath, my chest pressing further against the wall. My fingers curl, seeking some sort of purchase but finding nothing— "to hurry."
Gabe's tongue licks across one cheek and then the other. He doesn't seem to be taking my panted words seriously because he sure as hell isn't rushing what he's doing. My pants are down around my knees, and I know he's wearing his base layer of clothes. He should be in the locker room with the rest of his team, getting ready, pumping each other up. Instead, he's in a supply closet, on his knees, and teasing me.
He's still pumpingsomethingup, I guess.
I let my head fall forward and rest against the wall, sticking my ass out to meet Gabe's tongue. I can feel his breath against my bare ass when he laughs. "I'm going to take as long as I want," he says.
My words catch in my throat and instead of saying something back, a long moan fills the small space when his tongue brushes against my hole.
"Daddy." The word slips out as naturally as his name now. Despite our busy schedules, we've found time over the last month to go on dates or hang out at the house. Owen has joined us a fewtimes, and it's in those moments that I see how easily Gabe fits in with not only me, but with my son as well.
When we've been alone, we've explored my Little side. I love getting to spend time with Gabe, but also how liberating it is to let all the worries and stress melt away and justbe. Daddy is hands-on too, playing with me and anticipating my every move and want. He keeps my sippy cup filled with apple juice or water, helps me dress in my underwear and clothes. My most favorite time is when we cuddle at night and he reads me a book until I fall asleep against his chest.
My thoughts stop montaging the last month of our lives when his hand slips around my hip and grabs my cock. I'm close already, and the added friction of his calloused hand around me is getting me there quicker. My body can't decide between moaning and biting my lip. I know I can't be too loud. Daddy's other hand reaches up and grips my hip. His face is buried in my ass, and Isowish I could see what we look like.
His tongue breaches my hole slightly just as his hand tightens around the head of my cock. My whole body shivers. I am fast approaching the point of no return. His tongue flicks over my hole again and again, adding pressure and then going back to licking.
“I'm so close, Daddy. So close."
In a dizzying moment, I'm spun around and my back is pressed against the wall. I watch with a slack jaw as Gabe takes my cock into his mouth. In one movement, his nose is pressed against my skin and I can feel the tightness of his mouth, the heat that's driving me wild. I buck my hips and Gabe pulls back.
"Don't move, baby." His eyes lock with mine as he takes the head of my cock in his mouth and sucks, swirling his tongue around in a magical pattern before pulling back again. "Come for me,sweetheart. I need you to come before Daddy goes out there and plays the first game of the season." His hand is pumping me, the other fondling my balls as he speaks. Daddy is the king of dirty talk.
It doesn't take but two more sucks before I'm coming down my Daddy's throat with a stifled shout. The wave of pleasure is overwhelming, and my knees nearly buckle, but Gabe is there to hold me up. He tucks me back into my pants and rights my clothes like nothing happened. The flush of my cheeks and heavy breathing says otherwise.
"I think we'll have to make this my pregame ritual," Daddy says softly, brushing his fingers across my cheek. "I'll see you out there, baby."
“Good luck," I say. My brain is still not fully back on track, but he just smiles and kisses me on the corner of my mouth before turning and opening the closet door.
I give myself a few seconds to regain some composure before heading into the main room, aiming for the sink in the corner to clean up. Gabe and I started in my office, actually going over different aspects of my job. But then one thing led to another, and then Gabe was asking about the products in the supply closet.
In hindsight, I should have seen the whole hook-up-in-the-closet move coming.
Rookie mistake.
It's the first game of the season tonight. There's been a buzz all week about it. I've worked with each of the guys on the team, along with Frankie, making sure they are all familiar with the stretches and what to look out for as far as strained muscles and injuries. I've seen pictures of roughed up hockey players, and I've even seen a small bruise or two on Gabe's body, and that's just during practice.It makes me a bit worried for him, but I know he's been playing for years and that he knows what he is doing.
When I make my way out to the rink, the noise level is insane. There's music playing and people shouting. The opposing team is already on the ice, warming up. Since we have home ice advantage, we'll have a few minutes before the game starts to take to the ice. I check my watch. Still thirty minutes until the first period.
I’d probably be more nervous if I hadn't just come.
I spot Karen and Harold in the reserved seats I was heading towards. One of the perks of working for the team is that you can get free tickets. I invited them along for selfish reasons, but seeing the way Owen is beaming from ear to ear with excitement makes it worth it. He's holding a plastic tray of nachos with cheese smothering them. Dinner of champions, but I'll allow it tonight.
"Dad!" Owen shouts when he spots me. Karen looks at me for just a second before going back to her conversation with her husband.
"Hey, buddy," I ruffle his hair and smile, "how are you liking it so far?"
If we were in a cartoon, he would have sparkles in his eyes. "This is so much fun! Are you going to go on the ice?"
"No, I don't go out there. I get to sit here with you unless someone gets hurt. Then I would go back into my office and help them."
