Rolling us over so that he was on top of me, Michael worshipped every inch of my body with kisses and nibbles until finally his hips shifted up to meet mine.
He pulled down his briefs enough to expose his cock and took both of us in hand. His hard length was like velvet steel against mine, and I savored the sensation of his desire. With every stroke, a surge of pleasure coursed through my veins and drove me into a frenzy.
His moans grew louder as he bucked against my hand, and soon he was coming undone in my grip. I was right behind him, spurting over his fist, my seed mixing with his on my stomach. Our breaths mingled and our bodies intertwined in an explosion of pleasure that neither one of us could have expected or anticipated—but for that moment all we did was bask in each other's company.
“Fuck, you didn't need to do that.” My protest held no weight, carried on ragged breaths and my inability to think clearly. I rolled to the side as soon as he moved from on top of me, needing to get both of us cleaned up. “I'm going to grab a rag. Get out of those underwear and I'll grab you a fresh pair.”
With a lazy nod, Michael let me out of his embrace. I chastised myself on the way to the bathroom. I should have stopped him. I'd promised him we'd take things slowly, but how could I resist when he offered himself like that?
I was beginning to understand things would never be cut and dried between us. He wasn't strictly submissive. He was a switch, and that meant there was likely part of him that would always wrestle for control.
Maybe part of why he trusted me to help him explore this side of his personality was that I wouldn't try to lock him into one box. He could cede control to me, but I would allow him to take the lead when he needed it.
And I had a feeling that he needed the control tonight because he'd spent most of the evening out of sorts.
Michael was sound asleep by the time I returned. I carefully settled into bed next to him, gently wiping the cum from his skin. The challenge tonight would be keeping my hands to myself, because there was no way I'd be able to dress him without waking him, and it was obvious he was exhausted.
“Goodnight, Michael,” I whispered. I smoothed a finger over the worry lines in his forehead. Even in sleep, he couldn't find peace. I pressed my lips to the same spot. “I'm not giving up on you, so you might as well quit trying to find a reason to run.”
After flicking off the light, I lay there with the man I’d loved for a good portion of my life in my arms. I felt like maybe, just maybe, everything was going to be okay.
The moon shone through the window, casting a gentle light on Michael’s face. I closed my eyes and let the rhythm of his breath lull me to sleep, knowing that tomorrow was another day, and whatever it brought, we would face it together.
10
MICHAEL
The room was bathedin the gentle light of dawn, and as my gaze settled on the figure in the doorway, my heart skipped a beat. Billy stood there in worn-out jeans that had seen better days and nothing else. His hair was a tousled mess, and his lips were curved into a smile as he caught me staring. It still shocked the hell out of me that I’d been gifted with this image every morning for the past three weeks.
“Morning,” he whispered, holding a finger to his lips, “We don’t have much time. I heard Henry stirring when I walked past.”
My body was a tangle of yearning and nervousness. Our secret was delicate, like the morning mist outside the window. Every night after I put Henry down, Billy pulled me onto the couch to watch TV and unwind before we climbed into bed together.
I couldn’t even complain that I’d die of blue balls before I ever felt him inside of me because he was an expert at giving me release every night before bed and as often as possible in the morning before Henry woke up. It seemed today would be a day that didn’t happen.
I quietly slipped out of bed, the cold floor against my feet sending a jolt up my spine. I tiptoed to meet him in the kitchen. The sound of coffee being poured into a mug was oddly soothing. I watched as the steam rose, the rich, earthy scent enveloping me. I took the mug Billy handed me and our fingers brushed, a brief but electric connection.
“You all set for the meeting today?” Billy’s voice was low, his eyes searching mine.
I nodded. My throat felt dry despite the aroma of coffee that still lingered. My insides were in knots, the weight of what I had to face later making it difficult to stand still. Mayor Thompson was convinced the community development plan was on the verge of collapse, and even if he hadn’t said as much, he placed the blame squarely at my feet.
Billy leaned in, his breath warm against my cheek. “You’ve got this,” he murmured, retreating quickly when the clatter of tiny feet interrupted the moment. Henry rounded the corner, his hair sticking out in every direction and sleep still in his eyes.
“Daddy, is that coffee?” he queried, eyeing the mugs.
“Yeah buddy, but I got some chocolate milk for you.” Billy answered before I could formulate a response. He winked at me and my heart felt like it might burst. “Remember, I told you last week that growing boys can’t drink coffee or they’ll stay little forever.”
“I asked Ms. Lara, and she said she wasn’t sure if that was how it worked.” My little man pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes. I had to fight the urge to laugh. It was a recent development for him to question every little thing we said. “I don’t think coffee can stop the growing process in humans, Uncle Billy.”
“But are you willing to risk it?” Billy challenged. “What happens if I’m right and you stay that size forever?”
Henry seemed to consider this for a moment before shaking his head and grabbing his chocolate milk.
“That’s what I thought.” Billy chuckled as he scrubbed a hand over Henry’s hair. “Now, how about you and me make breakfast while your daddy showers and gets ready for work?”
He looked over Henry’s head as he spoke, and his steely gaze sent a jolt through my entire body. It may have been a suggestion for my son, but there was no doubting the command in his tone. I knew what he was doing; I’d done it to subs in my past. And maybe it wasbecauseI knew he was trying to subtly remind me I wasn’t on my own that I nearly crumpled into a heap. He didn’t have to put me on my knees, bind me, or blindfold me to assert his dominance; it was something that came naturally to him. And it felt just as normal for me to acquiesce.
“Thank you.” I brushed a hand across Billy’s ass before crouching down to give Henry a proper good morning hug. “You guys spoil me.”
