I needed to know that he would always ask Daddy to fulfill his needs, especially if we were going to survive the next few months apart. Because I had every intention of proving we didn’t even need to be in the same state for me to play his body like a perfectly tuned instrument.
“Fuck, Daddy,” he whimpered when I started stroking him even harder. “I need to come so bad.”
“So, what do you need to say?” I teased him.
“Please, Daddy,” he cried out, bucking his hips hard, chasing his orgasm. Whether I gave him permission or now, he wasn’t going to last much longer. The fake leather of the bench creaked with every thrust. Anyone who was within earshot would know what was going on back here, but my boy was too close the edge for me to care.
“You've been a very good boy today,” I praised him. “You’ve earned this.”
I pushed aside the lace and curled my fingers around his shaft. It was impossible for him to remain silent when I pressed a fingernail into his slit.
“So damn needy for me,” I praised him. “You like hurting for Daddy, don't you?”
“Love doing anything for you, Daddy.” His head lolled to the side, his cloudy, lust filled gaze meeting mine. “Please, Daddy can't wait any longer.”
I pressed my lips against his ear, muttering encouragement as he fucked my fist. “That's it, sweetheart. Take what you need. Let Daddy make you feel good. Give me everything you’ve been holding in all day.”
That was exactly what Tanner needed to shoot off like a fountain over the top of my fist. I cupped my other hand over the head of his dick, capturing his release. His body sagged against mine as he gasped for breath.
Without giving him a chance to regain his composure, I lifted my hand to his face. “Look at this mess you've made. You'd better clean me up before somebody comes back here,” I warned him. “Otherwise, everyone's going to know what a dirty little slut you are.
Tanner’s gaze never left mine as he offered me the flat of his tongue. He hummed as I fed him his own release.
“You like that?” He nodded. “I figured you might. You try hard to act prim for me, but underneath, you can’t wait to see what I’m going to do to you next.”
I lifted my other hand to my own mouth, letting out an exaggerated moan as I licked his cum from my fingers. “Damn, sweetheart I'm going to miss how good you taste when were apart. I might need to forbid you from coming just so you can save it up for me.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the server approaching with our meals. “You'd better get yourself put back together. Unless you want to give that poor server a show.”
Knowing Tanner, anything was possible.
I chuckled as he struggled to close his jeans over his already growing erection. He really was insatiable. Once I had him somewhere we wouldn't be interrupted for a good long while, I was going to see how many times I had to get him off before he was finally exhausted.
* * *
Neither of uswanted to talk about what would happen after I went back to Annandale, but we couldn't put the discussion off any longer. Tanner craved structure in his life. Having spent the past few days with him, it was easy for me to see that most of his acting out had been a cry for attention.
“Wake up, sleepyhead,” I whispered. He burrowed his face even deeper into my armpit. For whatever reason, that seemed to be his favorite position. “Come on, sweetheart, we have to get ready to check out.”
“Can't we stay here forever?” he whined.
“As much as I wish, no, baby. We talked about this.” Last night had been rough on both of us. He’d grown increasingly irritable, to the point I wound up having to step out onto the balcony, ignoring the fact it was snowing and I was barefoot. He’d worked himself into a tizzy, certain that the moment we left the resort, the spell would be broken, and I’d realize it was too much work to be with him.
“Real life sucks,” he grumbled as he kicked the blankets off his legs. “Don't want to go home. Want to stay with you.”
I bit my tongue to keep from pointing out that there was a way he could do that. I didn't want to push him, but it was ridiculous that he was so insistent on staying here until our relationship was secure.
Realistically, I knew he had a point, but it was going to be even harder to prove to him how serious I was with all those miles between us. If Tanner would have agreed to it, I would have suggested a detour to Vegas on the way back home just so I could make him one-hundred percent mine.
I had no doubt that was where we would eventually wind up, but I also understood that saying as much to him too soon would scare him off.
“Do you really have to go home?” he asked as he pulled out a pair of skinny jeans and my sweatshirt that I'd already resigned myself would be going home with Tanner.
That was fine by me. He could keep whatever of mine he wanted so he'd always have a piece of me with him.
“If there was any way I could stay, I would,” I told him for the thousandth time. “But I can't miss this meeting tomorrow. The sooner we have the contracts signed, the sooner renovations can begin.”
“Will you tell me more about the club on the way home?” I’d tried explaining the structure of the club to him, but it was unique enough that he wasn’t fully grasping what we were trying to achieve.
