“Yes, of course. You being Jeff’s son makes that kind of relationship out of the question. Absolutely out of the question. And so does the age difference between us. Obviously.”
Poor boy, no wonder he looks scared. He probably thinks I’m some pervy old asshole who’s angling to bend him over, spank him, and force my dick up his ass. What a thought.
To set him completely at ease, I go one step further. “Even if both those things weren’t factors, you’d still have nothing to worry about. I went through a bad breakup a while ago, and I’m working through that. I can assure you I’m not in the right place to be sexual with anyone right now.”
“I see.” He must be very relieved because his shoulders relax and he cracks a wobbly smile.
I’m mindful that he needs to get going to work. I need to head out too, but I’m reluctant to go until I’m sure he’s coping with the various bombs I just dropped on him.
“Is this something you’re interested in exploring? If it isn’t, it doesn’t change anything. You’re welcome to live here for as long as you need to. We’ll find another way to make it work.”
His hand flies up to his face again, faltering and then traveling to cover his eyes. He sits there, looking smaller and smaller, hiding his face behind his hand.
Huh?
Oh shit. Have I broken him?
“Elliot, are you okay?”
He makes a strange, dry sound and steadies himself. “I…” His voice is less than a soft breath.
“You can take all the time you’d like to think about it. There’s no rush. We can pick this up after work if you’d like to.”
“No! I want to say this…I do. B-but I’m so fucking embarrassed. I don’t think I can say it if I’m looking at you.”
I wouldn’t have thought I’d find something like this adorable, given how important honest, open communication is to me, but to my surprise, I find the sight of him hiding his face behind his hand breath-hitching, heart-stopping, and utterly adorable. “Okay. I’m listening.”
“I am interested.” He makes the dry sound again. Longer and louder this time. “No. That’s not…I’m not just interested, Stuart. Ineedthis. I do. I need a Daddy rela…uh, a Daddy, whatever you’d call this.”
He drops his hand slightly and an enormous pair of brown eyes peer out from behind it. I meet his gaze and hold it.
“How ‘bout we call it a Daddy arrangement.”
7
Elliot
Ihavethatheart-palpating-jitteryfeeling I usually get when looking forward to something. I’ve had it all day. It started the second Stuart walked down the stairs this morning, and it hasn’t left yet. When I concentrate on something else, it quiets down, but it’s still lurking around, homing in on me, alerting me to the fact that something is headed my way.
Something big. Something good.
Or something bad.
Because, let’s face it, I’m well out of my depth here. Feeling out of my depth is kind of my wheelhouse, but this situation is a little out there, even for me. I have no idea what I’m getting myself into. I could hardly believe it when I heard myself telling Stuart I wanted what he was offering. I’ve spent my whole life going to great lengths to hide the fact I want things like this. I was fully under the impression I didn’t have the balls to admit it.
He looked so different this morning, and maybe that’s what threw me. He was completely focused on me. Like nothing existed but me. His eyes were on me the whole time. I could tell how closely he was watching my every move. I was nervous as fuck, but weirdly, I also felt kind of—I don’t know, contained or something.
And fuck, what he said nearly blew my mind.
Stuart Wiseman is a Daddy, and I don’t mean a run-of-the-milloooh, please fuck me harder, Daddykind of Daddy. You could find a Daddy like that on an app in three seconds flat in a city like LA. Stuart’s the real McCoy. The real deal. I mean, the way he was talking about rules and shit, I could tell he was completely serious. Dead serious.
Being a Daddy isn’t something I do. It’s something I am.
Oooof.
That hit me hard.
My dick went so stiff that my thoughts ran in twenty different directions at once. At least half of them focused solely on how the hell I was going to get up from the table sporting a rock-hard dick without Stuart noticing.
