The word sent heat straight through me. I'd never been called that before, never thought I'd like it, but hearing it from Troy's mouth while he was on his knees in front of me did things to my brain I hadn't anticipated.
“Say that again.”
“What, Daddy?” He grinned up at me, all teeth and mischief, his hand still stroking my cock with lazy confidence. “You like it when I call you that? Like knowing you're the one who gets to fuck me? The one who owns this?”
“Fuck yes.” I pulled him back onto my cock, rougher this time, letting him feel the edge of control slipping. “Take it. Show me how much you want it.”
He moaned around my cock, the vibration traveling straight up my spine. His hands gripped my thighs for leverage as he started moving faster, taking me deep on every stroke, spit dripping down his chin and making everything slick and filthy.
I could feel my orgasm building already, heat pooling at the base of my spine, my balls drawing up tight. But I didn't want to come in his mouth. Didn't want to waste this when I could have him properly.
“Troy, stop.” I pulled him off my cock, breathing hard. “I need to fuck you.”
“Yeah?” He stood, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his own cock visibly hard in his jeans. “Right here? Anyone could walk in.”
“I don't give a fuck.” I grabbed his jacket and yanked him closer, kissing him hard enough to taste myself on his tongue. “Lock the door.”
He moved fast, crossing to the door and flipping the lock with a decisive click. When he turned back, his eyes were blown wide with want, his breathing just as ragged as mine.
“How do you want me?” His voice had dropped lower, rough with arousal.
“I want you to fuck me.” The admission came easier than I expected. “I want your cock inside me when I walk out to that ring. Want to feel you with every step. Want to remember this when I'm throwing punches.”
Troy's expression went dark with hunger. “You sure about that, Daddy? Because once I start, I'm not stopping until I fill you up.”
“That's the idea.” I turned and braced my hands against the locker, spreading my legs wider. “You got lube?”
“Always.” He pulled a small bottle from his jacket pocket, the same one we'd been using at home. “Been carrying it just in case.”
“Smart man.”
I heard the click of the cap, felt the cold slick of lube between my ass cheeks a second later. Troy's fingers worked me open with methodical efficiency, one finger first, then two, stretching me with the same focus he brought to everything else.
“Fuck, you're tight.” His free hand gripped my hip, holding me steady while he worked. “Even after this morning. Your body just wants to fight me.”
“Then make it stop fighting.” I pushed back against his fingers, taking them deeper. “Make me take it.”
He added a third finger, twisting and searching until he found my prostate and pressed hard. Pleasure shot through me, made my cock leak against the inside of my shorts, made my legs shake with the effort of staying upright.
“That's it, Daddy. Let me hear you.” His fingers moved faster, fucking into me with purpose, hitting that spot on every stroke. “Let me hear how much you want my cock.”
“Troy, please.” I didn't recognize my own voice, wrecked and desperate. “Stop teasing and fuck me already.”
“Since you asked so nicely.” He pulled his fingers out and I heard the sound of his zipper, the rustle of fabric as he freed his cock. Then the blunt head pressed against my hole, hot and thick and exactly what I needed.
He pushed in slowly, giving me time to adjust, stretching me open inch by inch until he was fully seated inside me and I could feel him everywhere.
“Fuck, you feel good.” His hands gripped my hips hard enough to bruise. “So fucking tight. Like your body was made for this.”
“Move.” I braced harder against the locker. “Troy, I need you to move.”
He did, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, setting a rhythm that was harder and faster than this morning, more desperate, like he needed this as much as I did.
Each thrust drove me forward against the locker, my cock trapped between my body and the cool metal, creating friction that made everything more intense. I could hear the slap of skin on skin, Troy's ragged breathing, my own sounds that I couldn't quite control.
“That's it, Daddy. Take my cock. Take everything I'm giving you.” His voice was rough in my ear, his chest pressed against my back. “You like this? Like getting fucked before your bigfight? Like knowing you're going to walk out there with my come inside you?”
“Yes, fuck yes.” I pushed back to meet his thrusts, taking him deeper. “Want to feel you when I'm in that ring. Want to remember this.”
