He wiped around my mouth, clenching the paper into a fist. “How about I feed you the next slice?”
“Yes, please.”
He engaged with the play, flying the airplane of food at me, and making the noises of a motor. “And here it comes, flight number, P-1-Z-Z-4.”
As I chewed on the food, I realized what he was spellingand laughed a little, almost spitting the food out—accidentally. He had the napkin in his hand ready for any mess I did make. But it turned out to be a false alarm, although the tomato sauce from the spaghetti stained my lips and around my mouth. It didn’t stain Daddy’s, though—or get in any of his facial hair. It was a miracle really.
After dinner, we sat on the bed together. He didn’t have a sofa for us to lounge on, so it was the next best place. Plus, that’s where my night light was. I had a selection of books ready for us to get through, and a couple of small teddies to scatter around us. They were the equivalent of rose petals for me, without the smell.
“We didn’t really get through any of these,” he said. “These areadult, right?”
I nodded, getting comfy beside him again. “Yep, I know they look like kids ones, but they’re never sold to them. They actually have plastic slips on them with one of those big red circles and the eighteen crossed through it. It’s like the teddies I was telling you about. The ones that you can—you know.” I demonstrated with a finger through a tight circle made by my curled index finger.
“And you don’t have the teddy?”
I shook my head. “They’re like a hundred bucks. I’m saving for one.”
“Don’t you get paid a lot from the bakery?”
I continued to shake my head. “Profits split three ways,”I said. “And then we’ve got to pitch in for the gas and stuff.” I waved a hand. I didn’t want to get into those technicalities while I was trying to be a cute little. “But eventually I’ll get one. And I do have money saved, but that’s my rainy day money.”
He nodded back.
“Plus, the like three-hundred-dollar model is base, and I’d totally want upgrades on mine, like the vibrations, and the squeezing voice thing.”
“It speaks to you?” he asked.
“Well, only if you squeeze, and it’s stuff you can record, so like—a Daddy could be likegood boyor something.”
He cuddled me close again. “Sounds like it would be a lot of fun.”
“These books are fun too,” I said. “This one is about an alien who comes to Earth. He’s a little, and he’s looking for a Daddy to teach him how to be human.” It was part of my favorite series of picture books, but they made many different types, all of them spicy.
Daddy read the book to me, almost in shock at some of the pictures—they were explicit. He was definitely getting all hot about it, physically. I think he was sweating, all pushed up on me. Once he closed the book, he yanked my side and rolled me onto his torso.
“You want me to fuck you like that?”
I nodded. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Stay right there.” He rolled me off onto the smallcollection of teddies.
I wiggled into a space in the center of the bed.
Daddy came back minutes later. He was in his boxers and that tight navy fireman T-shirt. He held the large can of whipped cream in hand, shaking it up. “I want to taste this on you,” he said. “I want to lick and kiss every part of your body.”
My knees knocked together as I let out a gentle moan. “Every part?”
“Yes, baby.”
The moan came right from the pits of my desire. “I’m yours. All yours.”
10. RICK
The whipped cream melted fast on impact, a small swirl of it against Caspian’s nipple. He giggled, and then moaned as I embraced the sweetness of the cream with the tender touch of my tongue around his hard nipple. I did it to the second one and thought he might’ve tried bucking me off—but he didn’t have the force to overpower me.
I traced the whipped cream all the way down to his navel where he was writhing and giggling. I knew he wouldn’t be able to do the same to me, I had too much body hair. It would’ve been a mess in his mouth—unlike my mouth against his soft, shaved skin. I was able to get clean licks and I was able to tease his body in new ways.
Having him here in my bed was strange. It was the first time I’d ever had another guy in my bed—in fact, anyone. We were christening it, and I was going to make sure we didn’t make too much of a mess, but by the way Caspianate, I couldn’t be too sure he wouldn’t.
