“Like that, Daddy. Only bend your fingers a little. Please, please do that?” He leaned his head back and opened his mouth under mine as I slid my tongue inside, mimicking what I was doing to his ass. I did exactly what he’d asked, and whip-fast his hands were on my shoulders, clutching tightly. I repeated the move again. He squeezed around my fingers, but I kept going, figuring this must be what the dildo was hitting inside him to make him come. I loved the sensation of directly causing the tension in his body. It was even better than jerking him off. My cock throbbed as I explored the tight heat and swept my fingers around the bump in his ass that must be his prostate. He twitched every time I played with it.
I wanted inside him.
But as much as I wanted to be in his heat, I also wasn’t sure I was ready. I was still worried I’d hurt him. Logically I knew that wasn’t likely—I’d seen him ride the toy that was almost as big as me. He quivered so beautifully when I stroked against the spot in his ass, rounded and tender enough that circling my fingers on it had his lips shaking under mine. As much as I wanted to feel good with him, I didn’t want to ruin his pleasure.
“Daddy, I’m ready. Fill me up, please? Please, Daddy? Please, Fern?” he whispered. He wrapped his arms around me and his fingernails bit into my back, but I didn’t think he realized he was doing that. I loved hearing him say my name. He was probably the only person in the world I wanted to call me by my first name, though only at times like these.
Carefully I removed my fingers from his ass, and he moaned when I did. I decided to add more lube while I was at it because if I was going to fuck him, I’d be damned if I hurt him. He shook his head and smiled as I worked more of the slippery liquid into him, but he didn’t say anything because I played with his prostate each time. His thighs quivered and his hips jerked. I hoped that it was love shining in his eyes and not him silently making fun of me.
“You’re big, but I don’t know if you’re half a bottle of Astroglide big,” he finally said, lips curving into a wide smile when I went back for a fourth squirt.
Huffing, I settled between his legs, and he laughed and hugged me while I wrapped my arms around him and squeezed tight. He hooked his thighs around my hips, then slid his legs higher, a clear invitation. He teasingly arched his body and pressed his cock against mine in a way that had me growling. I held him closer, my mind reeling.
“You’re shaking. What’s wrong?” he asked, pulling back to frown at me. “Fern?”
“Give me a second,” I whispered, and he nodded, offering his mouth. I happily kissed him, and my cock throbbed. I sat back on my knees enough that I could see what I was doing and grabbed the base of my dick. He stifled another round of laughter as I grabbed more lube and slid it over myself.
We hadn’t really talked about it, but there had been no mention of condoms. I wondered if I should say anything, but I trusted Z to bring it up if he thought there was any type of issue to worry about on his end. I wasn’t concerned on mine. He stopped laughing and moaned when I leaned in and rubbed my cockhead against his tight hole. I pushed gently, and that soft pressure was enough to have a thrill zipping through me, but I didn’t make it inside. I sat back and shivered. I wanted to fuck him, I really did, but….
“What’s wrong?” he asked, tilting his head.
“Don’t be mad at me, but would you be upset if we jerked off together?”
He shook his head, because of course he did—this was Z. The disappointment was as clear as a hundred-foot billboard ringed in spotlights. He wanted me to fuck him, and I was letting him down.
“Never mind,” I said, leaning forward, heart sinking.
“Shh, I’m sorry. I just….” He laughed and it turned into a groan. “I just want all of you. I’m sorry if I’m pushing.”
“I know what you want. I do, too, I just—”
Z sat up and kissed me.
“There’s a lot I don’t want to fuck up here,” I murmured. “I love you. I want to be your Daddy. I want you to be my boy. I love the idea of you thinking about me. Waiting in my bed for me to come find you and fuck you and fill you up.”
He whimpered and spread his legs wide again, but he had his nose wrinkled, and I knew he was being cute now, not trying to force the issue. I massaged his thighs.
“I wanna be your baby Daddy.”
“Fern, you have to stop if you’re not going to fuck me,” he said with a laugh, and I got the feeling he was only half joking.
“I want you as my boyfriend. It’s a lot to think about. I only want to make you feel good.” I kissed the corner of his mouth.
“I loved your fingers, Daddy. And your tongue,” he said, eyes excited and bright. “I like everything we’ve done so far.”
Grabbing the bottle of lube, I emptied the rest of it over his groin, and he laughed. “What are you doing!”
Shrugging, I spread the lube over his cock and down over his balls, which had him grunting as I lightly rolled them. I massaged the slickness down along his inner thighs as I licked my lips and glanced up at him.
“So, I saw this once in a porn—”
“Daddy! We’ve had this discussion! How much porn do you watch?” he asked with a laugh, but his hiccups of amusement stopped when I turned to lie down on the bed, then manhandled him over on top of me. His gaze was instantly serious.
“What do you need me to do, Daddy?” His slick, hard cock nudged against my stomach, and I loved it. Apparently he liked the sensation too because he sighed and rocked his hips against me. With all the lube between us, it was an easy glide. I grabbed his hips and moved him higher on my body.
“Cross your legs,” I said into his ear, and he shivered. I kissed along his neck, and he rested all his weight against me, the tension leaking out of him.
“You’ve officially got me. I’ve never done whatever this is, Daddy.”
