15
Jack
Slade and I fell into bed after we finished eating. At one point, I worried I was going to have to spoon-feed him, or he was going to fall asleep and face plant into his plate. As soon as he finished the last bite, I propped him against the front of the couch long enough to wash our dishes. When I returned, his head was lolling to the side, and he could barely keep his eyes open. With little resistance, he allowed me to guide him into the bedroom.
When I stirred a few hours later, my boy was still sound asleep next to me. When I shifted to sit up so I could get some work done on my phone while he slept, he let out a frustrated grumble and burrowed deeper into my side. It was easy to imagine every morning spent exactly like this. But those fantasies were dangerous. Slade and I had yet to have a completely sober and well-rested conversation about what we were doing and what I expected of him. I was hoping that could come later today.
As I watched him sleep, I offered up a silent prayer that this wouldn’t blow up in my face. I had let my guard down, and I was falling for him hard and fast. The kicker of it was, for the first time in my life, I wasn’t sure I wanted to slow down or take a step back. With Slade, I wanted to race ahead at full speed, knowing damn well that the inevitable crash would kill me.
It was well after noon when Slade finally stirred. He scrubbed a hand over his face, blinking a few times. A smile like I had never seen from him, nearly split his face in half. God, he was gorgeous. I reached out and traced a finger down the center of his face. When Slade caught the tip between his teeth, sucking my finger deep into his mouth, I let out a low growl.
“Feeling feisty, sweetheart?” I gently lifted him up so I could roll onto my side.
“Have I been a good boy, Daddy?” Slade batted his long eyelashes dramatically, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth as he awaited my answer.
“You did take a nap without too much fuss,” I pointed out. “Although, that may be more due to the fact that you were about ready to fall asleep while you were eating breakfast, than you were trying to behave.” Slade scowled, shaking his head furiously.
“No, Daddy,” he responded. I had to purse my lips to keep from laughing at the very serious look on his face. “I’m trying very hard to be a good boy. Do I get my reward now?”
I slid a hand along his side, loving the way he shivered at my touch, then dipped a hand under the waistband of his bright purple briefs. “What sort of reward were you hoping for?”
“Fuck me?” The uncertainty in his request had me hardening. My situation didn’t go unnoticed, and Slade slid a hand over my dick. “I want to feel this inside of me again. You don’t even have to get me ready. I like it rough.”
“And what if I want to take my time with you?” I slid a finger between his ass cheeks, pressing against his hole. “If you’re going to be my new toy, shouldn’t I play with every inch of you to see which is my favorite part?”
“Later, Daddy,” Slade pleaded as he ground himself against my thigh, and I allowed just the tip of my finger past his entrance. I flipped Slade onto his stomach, yanking on his underwear. He lifted his hips, wiggling, as I stripped him naked.
“I want to take a good look,” I told him. As I spread his cheeks wide, I allowed two fingers to slip inside. He winced in obvious discomfort. I gathered a pool of spit in my mouth and bent down, using my own fluids to provide some lubrication. Slade’s body tensed when I pressed my fingers against his hole. He keened as I pushed inside without hesitation.
“Oh God, Daddy, please keep going. Give me more. Give me your dick.” His rambling was adorable, and I was tempted to cave. Even Colin had never been this needy for my dick. He’d talked the talk, but I’d never felt like he was handing himself over to me completely. It was a role for him, where for Slade, it was who he was only beginning to realize he was at the core.
I pulled out and Slade whimpered at the loss. The bottle of slick wasn’t where I’d found it last time, and I didn’t have the patience to go on a scavenger hunt for it. “Where’s your lube?”
“On the floor.” He made a vague gesture toward the other side of the bed.
“Hold yourself open for me,” I demanded. “I want to look at you.”
“Do you have to?” he groaned, and I swatted his hip. “Sorry, Daddy. Whatever you want.”
I bent down and bit his shoulder. “That’s a good boy.”
As quickly as possible, I grabbed the lube and coated my fingers as I climbed back onto the bed. “Do you have a condom?”
Slade let out a string of curses. Taking that as a no, I grabbed my jeans off the floor, hoping I’d remembered to put a new one in there after last time.
I let out a sigh of relief when I found what I needed. I sat back on the bed, studying the lithe body in front of me. He was gorgeous, and my body ached with the need to be inside him.
“Did you mean it when you said I didn’t need to prep you, boy?” I asked as I tore open the packet. I’d prefer to make sure he was ready, but if the burn was something he needed, I’d give it to him. I was quickly realizing there wasn’t much Iwouldn’tdo for Slade.
“Just fuck me already,” Slade begged.
To teach him a lesson, I delivered a series of fast, sharp blows to both sides of his ass. “How does a good boy ask, baby?”
“Please, Daddy,” he begged, arching his back to stick his ass higher in the air. “I’ll do whatever you want if you just get that dick inside of me.”
“Show me how much you want me, Slade,” I demanded. I knew he was uncomfortable with the request, but I was determined to help him through this. Slade reached around, clawing at the air as he tried to touch me. “Not like that, sweetheart. Show me that pretty little hole.”
A flush crept over Slade’s entire body. He buried his face in the pillow and groaned. He wasn’t comfortable being on display, but I didn’t care. It was time for him to realize every single inch of him was beautiful, including the parts that he was too embarrassed to show.
