“You’re not stupid,” I insisted. “It’s never a bad thing to say what’s on your mind.”
“I thought we were done with life lessons for the night.” I swatted Slade again, this time light enough that it did little more than frustrate him. “Please, Daddy. Fuck me.”
My hands shook as I took hold of my dick, lining it up at his entrance. This was more than I had prepared myself for. It was a point of no return. That thought gave me pause. Slade wasn’t the only one who needed to be certain of what he was giving up.
“What’s wrong?” Slade squeezed my hand that was still entwined with his. “If you’re not into this—”
“That’s not it at all,” I scoffed. I kissed Slade’s cheek. “I just needed a second to get my bearings. As you pointed out, it’s been a while since I’ve done this.”
“Just like riding a bicycle,” Slade reassured me. He wiggled his hips. “Or in this case, just like riding a boy, hopefully fast and hard. But don’t worry, Daddy, I won’t let you crash and burn at the end.”
God, how I wanted that to be true. There was nothing to be done, no reassurances that could give either of us confidence that we wouldn’t have a catastrophic ending. The only thing I could do was center myself in the here and now.
I closed my eyes tightly as I entered Slade’s body. He made such dirty, delicious sounds as I continued pressing inside until I was fully seated with my pelvis against his ass. Both of us stilled, allowing our bodies time to get used to the sensation of a new lover.
Slade moved first. In the future, I wouldn’t let him get away with topping from the bottom, but tonight I think I needed him to prove to me that he knew and accepted what he was getting into. I curled my fingers into his hips, bracing myself as I withdrew.
“You ready, boy?”
“I’m not going to answer your stupid questions. If you can’t feel how much I need you, we have bigger problems.” I growled before biting down on the back of his neck. “I’m just saying.”
“Well, we will see what you have to say about this,” I replied, then started fucking him at a brutal pace. The entire bed slammed against the wall. Slade had to brace himself to keep his head from crashing into the headboard at an awkward angle. And, still, I didn’t slow down.
Every one of the strangled cries that escaped Slade’s lips fueled my need for him. I wanted to break him. I wanted him to be a crumbled mess I could put back together by the time I was done.
I felt my orgasm racing down my spine quicker than I would’ve liked. I clumsily reached for the lube, coating my palm before reaching around to stroke Slade’s cock. I wanted him to come first. Wanted to feel his hole strangling me, milking every drop of cum from my body.
“Eventually, I’m going to do this without the condom,” I told him, and he shivered in response. “You want that, boy? You want to feel Daddy’s cum leaking out of your hole?”
“Please, Daddy, give it to me,” he pleaded. “Mark me. Make me yours.”
“Oh, sweetheart, you already are,” I promised him. “And if I have anything to say about it, I’m never letting you go.”
I wrapped my arms tightly around Slade’s stomach as he came. I pulled both of us upright, his chest pressed against my back, as I drilled him even harder.
“You are such a beautiful boy,” I praised him. “You have no clue how much of a gift you are.” Slade shook his head, and I kissed the side of his neck. “Don’t argue with me, boy. Life will be a whole lot easier once you realize Daddy knows best.”
Slade reached back, holding my ass as I continued drilling him. “Give it to me, Daddy. Fill me.”
I closed my eyes tightly, imagining what it would feel like to fill him—another thing to put on our list for someday. I collapsed on top of Slade as I shot my load into the condom. Every muscle in my body seized and spasmed. I had nothing left. I didn’t even want to get up long enough to dispose of the condom and get us cleaned up for bed.
Luckily, my boy didn’t seem to have the same problem. He swatted at my hip. “You have to get up, Daddy. You’re crushing me.”
“Are you saying I’m fat,” I scoffed as I rolled to the side. Slade whimpered as I withdrew my dick from his hole. I felt the same way.
Slade flipped onto his side, draping an arm over my chest. He ran his fingers through my damp chest hair. “I like the fact that you aren’t ripped. Nobody likes cuddling with a boulder.”
“So, are you telling me that cuddling isn’t something you reserve for when you’re too drunk to hold back?” I teased.
In answer, Slade burrowed himself closer to my side. He buried his face in my armpit, inhaling deeply, then he hummed the same way he had last night as he drifted off to sleep. “I’m not usually this clingy,” he told me. “Then again, I am not typically a lot of things I am when it comes to you.”
“Same, boy. I think it’s time for both of us to rewrite what we thought we knew about relationships and ourselves.”
“That sounds like a good plan to me.” When I tried lifting Slade’s arm so I could get up and relieve myself, Slade tightened his grip on me.
“Relax, boy. I’m not going anywhere. I’ll be right back.”
“You’d better be,” Slade warned me. “I don’t feel like getting arrested for indecent exposure if I have to chase you down the street while I’m naked.”
“We definitely wouldn’t want that to happen, would we?” As I disappeared across the hall, I considered everything that had changed in twenty-four short hours. Slade wasn’t the only one stepping outside of his comfort zone. I could only hope I had half the courage he did.
