“We’ll go to brunch in the morning, then?”
“I’d like that.” He snuggled closer, reaching between us for the buttons on my shirt. “Can I take this off?”
“You can take off anything you like. Everything if you want.” I traced his lips with the tip of my tongue, and they parted, the kiss deepening, growing heady, his scent of clean, fresh cotton and a trace of spice, maybe from his aftershave filling my nose.We undressed one another slowly, with care, but by the time we were naked, we were both hard as steel and ready for whatever came next.
We fell onto his bed, hands everywhere, exploring, passion growing until I groaned and bent to take his cock in my mouth. The intoxicating scents were nothing compared to the taste, salty and warm and leading me to want more. Pre-cum, a tiny sample of what was to come. He threw his head back and moaned, fingers fisting in the comforter as I sucked him deep. His sounds, his shudders, his whimpers of encouragement drove me on. The power I’d heard other dominants describe couldn’t be as strong as what I felt while bringing this man closer and closer to orgasm. Soft cries when he pumped his cum down my throat had me hesitate for a second. A flicker of gratitude that no giant paws were scratching at the door. And then he rolled to the side and opened the drawer in his nightstand.
Guessing what landed on the bed next to me, I kneeled up and reached for the condom and lube. Ernie scooted up closer to the headboard and linked his arms under his knees, bringing them up to his chest, opening himself to me. A gift, and one I gratefully accepted. Kneeling, I rolled the condom over my cock and slicked it with lube before turning my attention to preparing him for me. One slippery finger was easy, but the second was a tight fit. But I was invited to stay all night, so there was no hurry. Watching his face, his rapid breaths lifting his chest, the tension in his arms holding his legs… I scissored the two fingers, gently but firmly, preparing him…
“Please, Da-Jovan. I can’t wait any longer.” Indeed, his cock jutted, hard again already, and I considered the idea of taking care of that, but I just didn’t have the self-control at this point. Also…Ernie seemed to want me to keep going, and who was I to deny him?
Nobody.
And from the moment the tip of my covered cock pressed into his still-tight but slick hole, my world closed in on the contact. On our two bodies on the bed with only a little light filtering through his curtains from the streetlights outside and the first time I was making love to the man who’d captured so much more than my desire from the second we reconnected.
He rocked his hips, taking me deeper, and I thrust willingly, desperate to make us one. Never before had I regretted the need for a condom, planned for the day when we’d talked it over and could skip it. Resenting anything that came between us.
Not that it wasn’t pleasurable because I’d never felt anything like this man’s body that was made for me. We were made for each other. Faster, deeper, sheathed by him, the intensity driving me toward climax at breakneck speed.
But I held back, tried to keep from ending this too soon. Then a soft gasp, and cum from the man under me splattered my stomach. Daddies are not superhuman, at least this one, and with a growl, I followed him over the edge into ecstasy.
Chapter Eleven
Ernie
Last night felt like a dream. Not only had I gone on a date with someone who had stolen all of my attention, but it was the kind of date I thought only happened in movies. We ate food I loved, I opened up and communicated with him in a way I’d failed to in past relationships, and I got to hang out with a really cool dog.
Then there was the way he made me feel sexy and cared for in bed, instead of self-conscious about my scars and the way my hips couldn’t move quite right anymore. And falling asleep in his arms…gods, to be able to recapture that feeling of complete contentment. Nothing could top last night, not even the brunch we were going to this morning.
Only, when I woke up, I was cold, so very cold. I rolled over, reaching for him, wanting to snuggle close and warm up, only to find the bed was empty. At first, I didn’t think too much of it. Zoe was here, and she would need to go outside to take care of business. It would make sense that he was circling the block with her. But five minutes became ten, became fifteen, and he wasn’t back yet.
I called his phone, but it went straight to voice mail, and I immediately regretted it. He’d left. He wasn’t walking the dog. He was gone. Calling again would only make a bad situation worse.
All my insecurities came rushing back. I’d been ghosted before after making dumb decisions, but nothing about this had felt dumb. If anything, it seemed too good to be true. Which, now that I thought about it, was the warning flag I should’ve been heeding.
I did what any reasonable person would do in my shoes. I grabbed Pup-Pup, climbed back into bed, and cried, falling back asleep amongst the tears.
When I woke up a couple of hours later, I was determined to not let this get to me. Sure, I’d read the man completely wrong, but that didn’t take away from the wonderful night we’d had. It simply meant he didn’t want more. It wasn’t what I wanted, but that was how these things went.
With brunch off the table, I decided to throw a pot of coffee on. I brought Pup-Pup with me and set him on the counter. Next to him was a note from Jovan.
Way to jump to conclusions, Ernie.
I felt like such a jerk. I went straight to the worst-possible scenario, assuming he left me, and letting all my past baggage pile onto my present. Instead, I was greeted with a little stick-figure drawing of Jovan, Zoe, and me and a handwritten letter:
I’m so sorry we have to leave so early. There’s an emergency at work that only I can handle. That’s why I’m taking Zoe home now. I thought about waking you up, but you looked so peaceful, and it’s far too early to be texting and having that wake you up. I’ll call you soon, and I’ll make it up to you. Two brunches. No, make it ten.
He signed it,Jovan and Zoe, with Zoe’s name made out of tiny paw prints.
Why did he have to be so stinkin’ sweet? I 100 percent didn’t deserve it in this case.
If it was anyone else, I’d wonder why he hadn’t texted me yet. But medical emergencies didn’t allow for a lot of free time. He wasn’t in a cubicle where he could sneak out his phone or in an IT crisis where he could shoot me a text while something was rebooting. He was with patients who needed a doctor more than I needed Jovan.
Was this what it would be like having a doctor for a daddy? He’d be there one second and then flying off the next? Probably. Could I handle that? As his boyfriend, I could be understanding. I could be fine with interrupted dinners and missed sleep, but when it was little time… It was hard enough for me being little without a strong daddy. It had been a minute since I fully fell into little space. Knowing he could be leaving at any moment might prevent me from falling away completely. He had to leave his phone locked up in Chained, just like everyone else did. It was safe to say we’d be uninterrupted there, but was public play enough?
I wouldn’t ask him to lock his phone away at home. How could I ever try to put myself ahead of someone who needed life-saving treatment? But also, was I fine with playing but never being fully little?
“Ugh, Pup-Pup, why do I overthink everything? He’s not my boyfriend yet, or my daddy. Or maybe he’s both? I don’t even know.”
