Of course. Henny knew it and stuck with me anyway.
Not to be melodramatic or anything.
Maybe it was time to find a new hobby. Something that didn’t involve murder that would give me the same high.
So far the only thing I could think of was getting fucked by Henny on the regular. Regular being four times a day at minimum. Not sure that was going to work given our actual jobs.
Maybe I could convince Rel to give us sex breaks like some people took smoke breaks.
CHAPTER 23
Henny
Life with Pip was interesting.My boy was a ball of energy most days. Without any action to take part in, he was even more rambunctious.
“Stand still,” I demanded for the third time as I tried to rinse all the soap from his hair.
He grunted. “It’s so boring in here, Daddy. Why would I be still when you’ve got so much skin on display? I’d much rather play.”
Pip had been in the shower for twenty minutes before I got in, which should have been enough time for whatever was burning through him to settle. It wasn't. I could tell by the way he moved, like his skin didn't fit right.
Man could disarm a bomb without a care to the danger. Give him too much down time and he was lost.
Hands trailed over my chest and abs. Even with his eyes closed, he managed to hit every erogenous spot on my upper body.
I looked at him for a moment. Then I said, "Turn around."
He went still.
“I don’t see you moving.”
My boy heard the urgency in my tone. He spun so quickly he almost fell over. I gripped his hips before he could.
“Daddy,” he whimpered.
“Be good for me now. Don’t move while I have my fun.”
Dropping to my knees, I ran my palms over the globes of his ass. There weren’t enough words to describe how much I loved this part of him. Really, I love every part of him.
But that ass…
Spreading him open, I took my time exploring his body. This was about learning to be patient. It was about getting that nervous energy to settle.
His hands went to the tile, as if he needed it to hold him steady. I could hear his breathing pick up with each swipe of my tongue. He tasted like the soap I’d already cleaned him up with. I’d save his hair for last thinking he’d be calm enough.
Joke was on us both.
I worked him open slowly, one hand braced at the small of his back when he tried to rush it. He made a sound that he would never admit to, and I filed it away to tease him about later when he tried to puff his chest.
"Daddy."
"Yes, baby?”
"Need more.”
“Hmmm. More what?” I pumped my fingers inside him harder at the question.
I already knew what my boy needed. He didn’t have to tell me. It was fun to make him work for it though.
