“Please, Daddy,” he whispered into the darkness, and the shock of hearing those words and knowing he was talking to me went right to my cock. It made me feel powerful and needed and even a little dirty. I thrust against his ass until my balls pulled up and I could tell I was close to coming.
“Z, I don’t want to leave you behind.” I reached around and felt his trapped cock, not brave enough to pull it out even though I knew I wanted to do that eventually. I loved the way he pushed against my palm, the hard ridge of flesh under my hand throbbing. He cried out, soft, sweet little sounds that were so perfect I wanted to do anything he ever asked me, if they would be the result. I rubbed him harder and found where his cockhead was stretched off to the left, caressing it lightly with my fingertips.
He thrust back against my cock, pumping his hips like we were having sex—going for my hand in front, then teasing my trapped bulge. The sharp coil of lust snapped free in my stomach, and I moaned as white light flashed behind my closed eyelids. Pleasure so sharp it didn’t seem real tore from my cock out to cramp my gut and shock my muscles. My balls unloaded, and I breathed heavily and held him close while I rubbed my palm over his cockhead. I was dazed and still massaging him when he tossed his head back against my shoulder and growled out a happy sound, thrusting firmly against my palm. He used both hands to push me harder against his cock and thrust frantically for a few seconds. Then it was over, the calm after a storm.
He trembled in my arms. Our breathing was like thunder in the dark. I held him close, rocking him. “I love you, too, Z. I don’t know if I can do everything you need, but I want to try. Fuck, I want to try.”
8
Zayden
If I closed my eyes,I could still hear his words echoing in my head. At first, I’d thought it was a dream because soon after we’d both fallen asleep, but when I woke up with him clutching me like a safety blanket, I realized it’d been real. Every single minute of it. He’d not only humped against me, but he’d told me he loved me, too.
I took a shaky breath as I extracted myself from him and removed my belly for a quick shower, or at least, it’d been my intention to get through bathing quickly. I ended up jerking off as quietly as I could as I remembered him shoving his cock against me, his arm wrapped around my belly. It was perfect. My God, it was amazing.
Our dirty pants from last night were strewn across the bathroom floor where we’d rid ourselves of them—separately, unfortunately. He’d dressed in a fresh pair of pants and come back to cuddle with me, and we’d slept that way all night. It’d been perfect.
Once I had my belly strapped on again, I slid on my clothes and left the bedroom, heading downstairs to the kitchen. It was usually Dare who made breakfast, but I thought I would surprise him. If I could. It was hard to get anything past him and his nose. He loved food, and the instant he smelled it, he would be down the stairs to see what was happening.
I also had little knowledge about cooking. Before Dare and I moved in with each other I’d lived off takeout and the meals Mom would bring around to me. Then everything changed the moment he asked me to live with him. How could I say no to that? Even if my heart had known it was a bad idea.
But we were here now. Together. We’drubbedagainst each other until we came last night.
My cheeks turned hot and I scrubbed at my face as I made it to the kitchen. “Calm down, you fool,” I whispered angrily to myself. “This isn’t the first time you’ve gotten off with a guy.”
It was the first time with Dare. Astraightman, who apparently wasn’t as heterosexual as he thought. I couldn’t help it—I bounced on my toes over to the fridge, where I opened the door and searched inside, only to come back with nothing. There wasn’t one piece of food I could cook into a successful breakfast, except maybe eggs, but I hated them. The most I knew was how to crack the shells on the edge of the pan.
I groaned and kicked the fridge door closed. Rubbing my face, I took a deep breath. I had this. It would have to be an easy breakfast, that’s all. Some toast and… something on top of it. We had peanut butter and Dare liked that.
Mind made up, I grabbed the bag of bread and untwisted it, pulling a few slices out before popping them into the toaster. By the time I had the peanut butter out and placed on the counter, the sound of footsteps on the stairs had me wincing. So much for surprising him. I’d wanted to at least make it to the bed with his breakfast before he woke up, but I shouldn’t be shocked. Dare could smell food from a mile away.
“Are you cooking?” His fatigue-rough voice made me smile as I turned toward the bottom of the stairs where he stood.
Cupping my belly, I leaned my ass against the counter and shrugged. “I tried, but I realized I don’t knowhowto cook anything for breakfast but toast.”
He grinned, an amused expression passing over his sleep-worn face as he pointed behind me. “Are you sure you can dothat?”
A burning odor reached my nose. With a grimace I spun around too quickly, nearly toppling over with the extra weight of my belly. I raced to the toaster, but it was too late. The bread had popped and was past the point of saving. I yanked it out of the slots and dropped it on the counter, sighing.
“I can’t even cook you toast.”
His rich laughter filled the kitchen, and long arms wound around me. His chest pressed flush and comfortable against my back. He mouthed my neck and a series of shivers fled down my spine. I trembled under his touch, especially when his palms laid flat against the swell of my fake belly.
“You tried,” he sighed out into my ear, kissing the top of the shell. “And seeing you like this… it does something to me, Z.”
“It does?” My voice was barely audible over the thumping of my heart, but I didn’t think he could hear it rattle against my ribs like I could.
His breath was a whisper over my lips as he turned me in his arms, and I shut my eyes, hoping he’d close the distance between us. When his mouth slammed over mine, I gasped, giving him an opportunity to explore my tongue with his. He wasn’t gentle, and I didn’t want him to be. The way he dominated my mouth had my cock stirring.
For years I’d dreamed of having these kinds of experiences with him, and my fantasies didn’t begin to touch on the reality. This kiss was perfect. He was perfect.
I caressed my hand to his chest and slid it down his stomach. He sucked in a deep breath as I reached the waistband of his pajama bottoms and traced it with my finger. “Can I touch you?” I asked, feeling desperate.
He sucked in his abs and breathed out again, nodding. “Yeah. Touch me.”
Excitement weaved its way through me, and it took all my effort not to bounce on my toes. I’d imagined this moment in every possible way, and now it was finally happening. I was about to touch Dare’s cock. No,morethan touch it. I wanted more than that.
I slipped my hand into the waistband of his pants and curled my fingers around his half-hard erection, the heat of his skin burning my palm in all the right ways. His flesh was soft and firm at the same time, silky under my touch, and I needed to see it—see him.
