"I wouldn't dream of it, Daddy." I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him in for a kiss. Our height difference has his cock teasing my ass while my erection is pressed firmly against his stomach.
Gabe pulls back once more, settling on his knees. In a move that fucks with my brain and makes a bead of precum pool at the head of my cock, Gabe reaches up and ties his hair back in one, smooth movement. The corner of Gabe's lips quirk up when he notices my cock. "Was that sexy for you? I could do it in slow motion, if you want."
"Shut up," I laugh. He reaches down and pinches one of my nipples. Recoiling, I swat his hand away. That only starts asquabble between us and, within seconds, I'm happily trapped on my stomach between my Daddy's body and the mattress.
It’s exactly where I want to be.
I lift my ass and spread my legs, waiting.
There are no words spoken, but I hear the rustling of the foil packet and then feel Gabe fix himself behind me.
"Push out, baby. I'm going to go slow and let you get used to it." I brace myself for the pressure I know is coming. He's true to his word when he says he'll go slow. I grip the cover on the pillow below me and breathe through it. It doesn't take long for the initial pain to fade, replaced by growing pleasure. "You're doing so good, Justin. Halfway there."
"Halfway?!" I turn my head, trying to glare at him over my shoulder. I'm barely successful, but the sudden movement has me pushing back against him and I wince when more of him slips in. "Fuck. Ouch."
"Sorry, sweetheart," Gabe soothes. His hands grip around my hips and hold me still. I couldn't move if I wanted to. "Are you okay?"
"I'm good. Just wasn't expecting that. That was on me, though."
"Do you need a second?" His voice is full of concern. I shake my head.
"I'm good now." I adjust myself just slightly and rest on my forearms. I can feel sweat forming on my forehead and chest already.
Gabe adjusts himself as well and pushes forward until his hips are flush against my ass. I drop my head to the pillow and close my eyes, relishing in the feeling. Everything is perfect. Gabe is perfect.
I took a huge chance moving across the country and starting a new career. I never imagined I would meet someone who would fill a piece of me that's been missing for a long time.
And filling me he is, in more ways than one.
Each thrust sends a new wave of emotion, lust, and pleasure through my body. The sound of skin on skin and Gabe's grunts with each flex of his hips is music to my ears. I move one hand to wrap around my own dick.
"Are you going to come for Daddy? Let me see how much of a mess my Boy can make."
I try to respond, but Gabe pushes into me again and my words come out as a moan. I can feel my orgasm building and I quicken my strokes, timing the movements with pushing my hips back to meet Gabe for each thrust. "Oh, oh, Justin. Fuck. You feel so good, baby."
"I'm—" My words cut off with a choked gasp and I almost lose my balance. I squeeze my ass around Gabe's cock over and over and he adds some hidden strength to his thrusts. "Fuck, yes. Like that. Please, harder, Daddy. Fuck me until I come."
I swear I hear Gabe growl before I'm being pushed into the mattress with Gabe's hands on my back, holding himself up as he rails my ass.
"Oh, fuck yes!" I scream into the pillow, but it's muffled. My cock rubs against the blanket below me, leaving a puddle of precum as Gabe gives me his all. My body is totally pliant with whatever he wants right now.
When my orgasm hits, it's quick and powerful. I lift my head and let out a mangled sound of pleasure. Not quite a moan, kind of a scream. My cock pulses, fighting to release every drop as Gabe quickens his thrusts until he stills and I know he's come.
We are sweaty and my stomach is smeared with cum, but I don't care.
Gabe is pulling out when I fully come back to reality. He helps me roll onto my back, avoiding the wet spot, and I smile up at him.
"Like I said" —I take a deep breath and reach out for his hand— "perfect."
***
As much as I wish I could wake up next to Gabe and lounge around in the morning enjoying each other’s company, Gabe has to leave for the away game and Owen will be home by nine. I lay in the bed, curled up and content, and watch Gabe dress. He gives me a soft morning kiss before making sure my alarm is set for eight and my phone is on the charger.
Once we cleaned up last night and changed the blanket, I called Owen to say goodnight. It was late, but I know he has fun with his cousins on the weekends, so I didn’t push it. He told me briefly about his day and then asked if Gabe was still at the house.
Owen was a bit more animated talking to Gabe. I tried not to feel hurt about that.
He bends down and brushes his lips over my cheek. “I’ll call you after the game, okay?”
