"Do you want to touch me, baby?" His eyes shift onto mine and I can see he's close to breaking. I'm close already, but he's doing so well and I know I'll give him something he wants for following my orders. "Is watching Daddy get off making you hard, too? But you're not allowed to touch yourself, are you?"
"No, Daddy. I'm being good." His voice is strained.
"You are being good," I repeat. I stroke myself again and again, twisting my wrist and swiping my thumb over my slit. I'm leaking and so close. "Daddy's going to come now, baby. Do you want that?"
"Yes, please." He goes back to watching me stroke myself. It's a few more pumps of my hand before my orgasm rocks my bodyand a white stripe of cum lands on my stomach. More follows and I pump myself a few more times just to keep him waiting.
With my free hand, I run my fingers through Tyler's hair. He turns his face toward me and smiles. I bring his face closer to mine and seal our lips together. Our tongues slide together, kissing slowly but deeply. When he pulls back, I let my head drop back to the pillow. I'm definitely ready for sleep now, but Tyler seems way too awake. His voice is quiet when he speaks again, almost like he's hesitant to ask.
"Can I clean you up?"
He licks his lips and I register what he means. He wants to clean me with his tongue. I've come to understand he's into that from the first time we were intimate and he licked his own cum off my fingers.
"You can clean me up, but you're still not allowed to touch yourself okay?"
I lay back and let him do what he wants. His tongue is warm against my skin and I swear he's more thorough than I would have been with a towel. When he gets to my cock, he sucks on it slowly. I'm nowhere close to getting hard again, but it feels good. He settles between my legs, wrapping his arms under either side of my waist. His cheek rests against my upper thigh, his nose just an inch from my tip. "What are you doing, baby?"
"I want to stay right here," he says. "Please?"
I card my fingers through his hair and smile. "No more touching Daddy, okay?"
He nods again and settles back down. I'm not exactly sure where my pajama pants went, but they're not around my ankles where I left them. The weight and warmth of his body against my bare legs is comforting and we're both asleep within minutes this time.
Chapter Fifteen
Packingupmyroombrings two different emotions. Happiness, of course, because I'm getting to live with my boyfriend, my Daddy. Packing up my things in boxes, I'm picturing where they are going to go in the new place. I already have three boxes taped up and ready to go. One with my bed stuff, another with clothes from my closet, and the third with a few knick-knacks from my shelves and dresser. I still have to pack up the clothes in my dresser, take down the pictures on the walls, and move the furniture. The second, nerves. This is the second time I've moved out and the silent treatment I'm getting from my mom has me on edge.
I receive a text from Austin around nine that they're on the way to help. I was planning on renting a moving trailer, but between Remington and Garrett's trucks, we should be able toget it all in one trip. It's only a single dresser and my bedframe for the big pieces. I have my bedside table that isn't heavy and then the boxes. When Amir and I moved out of the apartment, we sold most of the furniture. Which wasn't an issue, because it was already second hand for us to begin with.
I use the tape gun to close up the current box and reach over for the next one. I look up from the task when my door creaks open. My mom is standing there and I see her eyes scan the room before landing on me. It's a bit chaotic, but not messy really. All of it is going in boxes anyway.
"I feel like we were just here doing this," she says. I can't pinpoint what tone of voice she was going for, but it annoys me almost immediately.
"Hopefully it's the last time," I say with a half-joking tone.
"Are you sure about this?" Mom asks. She moves into the room and closes the door. Well, that's not a good sign. "I mean, you just moved back in a year ago and now you're moving in with another guy?"
"I'm sure," I say with confidence. I've never been more sure about something, I think to myself but don't say it out loud. "Trust me, I don't plan on moving back here."
"Ouch," my mom says. She puts a hand over her heart and I roll my eyes.
"You know what I mean. I'm not saying it will, but if something did happen, I'm in a spot where I can figure it out. Living here, I've been able to save money, and I'll still be saving a bit every month. I'll be okay."
She moves to sit at the foot of my bed. Her hand wraps around the knob on my footboard. I can tell she wants to say something else, but I also need to keep packing. I pick up the next box and move to my dresser to clean it out. I'm taking the time to go through my clothes and decide if I actually want to keep them or not. I don't have a lot of clothes, but I also tend to wear the samethings over and over. My mom finally speaks when I fold the first shirt into the box.
"Do you think it's a smart idea to move in with someone you barely know?"
My anger goes from a simmer at her tone to a boil at the insinuation. We've had this conversation. Twice. I told her about Brandt, that we were dating. I've kept my personal life away from my family for a reason, but it slipped out when I told her I was moving in with someone. She didn't take the news well then either.
"I know him, Mom. It's fine. He's the one that asked me to move in, so it's not like this is a stranger."
"You knew Amir, too. Yet, you still ended up moving back home." Her tone is clear now, obvious that she doesn't believe this is going to last. I put another shirt in the box carefully.
"Amir left for school. We were both planning on moving to campus, but I got sick and couldn't go. Brandt is helping me with all of that, too. I already have my classes picked out and I start soon. And he’s helped me get my hospital bills taken care of."
I hadn't told my mom that much. She seems surprised. "I didn't know you took care of those. I told you your dad and I could help you out."
"It's fine; I actually got them covered a hundred percent. He works with the hospital and helped me apply. They're covering all my follow ups through the year as well."
