Don’t Ollie me.
My lips are sealed.
I promise.
He distracted me enough I didn’t realize he never answered the question about what was hella wrong until much later.
Lying in bed at the club next to Alex, several hours later, both of us still covered in sweat and cum, I mentioned the messages. Worry I’d somehow screwed us left me a shaky mess.
“Daddy…”
“Hmm, fuck I love hearing you call me that,” he said, pressing his lips to my forehead.
And I loved saying it, but I needed to ignore how much his kissing my forehead made me sink into a different mindset. “I think I screwed up,” I whispered.
He moved us around until we faced each other, his nose brushing mine. My teeth chewed at my lip until he pulled it free.
“This mouth is distracting enough without you making your lips puff up as if you’ve been sucking my cock.”
Another sexy growl. That sound never failed to send zings of pleasure zipping around my body, lighting it up like a pinball machine. Deciding to push the talk off, I smirked at him, wiggling down his body. His gaze hardened and turned dark.
“Where are you going, boy?”
“I must be doing this wrong if you’re confused.”
“Not confused, just waiting to see if you need your ass spanked for forgetting…”
I always forgot when he growled and made me feel needy. Daddy was in charge in bed. I was fine with that. I liked when he tossed me around. That shocked the crap outta me. Hockey packed the muscle on my frame, and I’d started out tall, but Daddy was taller, a bit broader, and since we met, he’d packed on some muscle, too. He’d been sexy to begin with, but since he started skating and working out with the team, sexy turned sinful. Like from a campfire to a forest fire.
“You gonna ask for what you want or is this the way you’re asking for me to paddle your ass?”
Tapping my finger against my chin, I tossed around how to answer that question, but his cock jumped. So, I stuck to my original idea. “I wanna suck your dick, Daddy. Can I?” I asked, licking him from root to tip.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his hands burrowing into my hair. “Open wide.”
He buried his cock in my throat in one thrust, moving in and out of my mouth while I tried to exert a smidge of control. Alex angled my neck so the tip of his cock rubbed the roof of my mouth, using me the way he wanted.
Alex moaned and grunted, using me to get off. It should’ve been demoralizing, when it was anything but. I loved when he got rough and took what he wanted and needed, reminding me he was in charge. I loved pushing him further into his dominance. He always took back control, deepening my submission. The only job that fell on my shoulders was to follow his lead and just let go.
His thrusts lost rhythm, cum spurting across my tongue.
“Don’t you dare swallow.”
I looked at him, nodding, holding everything he gave me in my mouth. When his cock slipped free, Daddy pulled me up his body, licking his cum from my mouth while wrapping his hand around my straining cock. He jerked me a couple of times, then urged me into position.
“Feed me your cock. I want to taste you.”
I tried to hold off the orgasm. I really did, but I never could. The moment his lips wrapped around my dick, Alex’s tongue and lips pushed and pulled and sucked me right to the edge until cum burst frommy cock into his mouth.
I collapsed on the bed next to Alex and he cuddled me close, feeding me the cum he held in his mouth. Daddy was filthy, and I loved it.
“Now, tell me what’s the matter?” he asked when our breathing settled.
I blurted out everything about the conversation I had with Ollie and how he seemed to know about Alex and me.
“Daddy, I didn’t say anything to anyone. Not even Shane knows we’re together. Although he knows we hooked up in the beginning before we knew who each other was.”
“Baby boy, calm down. There’s nothing to worry about.”
