I loved him already and it was way too early. I didn’t dare say it. Even thinking it seemed taboo.
He ran to the bed, his bottom towel dropping. The towel around his shoulders was short enough that his ass was completely revealed, bobbing up and down as he threw himselfonto the bed we’d just vacated an hour ago. The covers were still rumpled. The pillows askew.
He knee-walked into the middle of the bed, ass facing me, then went down on his elbows with his ass in the air moving side to side. “Daddy, come, please.”
I could take that request in two ways. Both were correct, I decided.
“Hold on. I’m right here,” I called out, crawling onto the bed on my knees until I was right up behind him.
Like the sweet boy he was, and obviously a trained lover, he spread his thighs and hunched until his knees were almost to his chest.
I reached into the nightstand and grabbed a condom and my extra hefty bottle of lube.
His skin was still damp as I took his second towel away. So was my own. Lube was going to be a necessary thing for us not just for fucking, but for any touching. Still damp skin was sticky, not smooth. Water was not a lubricant and having sex in a shower or bathtub didn’t actually work out the way people thought it would. I’d learned that lesson a long time ago. We were in my bed now. But we were still damp.
I put my hand on Sage’s back and leaned over him. “Daddy’s got silk lube. Is that okay?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“I’ll use a condom.”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
After deftly rolling on the condom, I poured a generous amount of lube into my palm and rubbed it down his crack and the edges of his ass cheeks. My slick fingers quickly found his hole, still soft and open from his long bath and my ministrations.
“Beautiful.” I kept repeating the word. Damn, I needed a thesaurus. He was more than beautiful but in the moment I couldn’t think.
I teased him with my fingers as he moaned, squeezing more lube directly onto his crack and pushing it inside him. I couldn’t wait any longer. I had to have him.
I pushed a pillow beneath his hips and spread his discarded towel under both of us. Then I reached between his legs with my slick hand and stroked his cock. He yelped, sticking his ass up even higher. His cock slid inside my closed fist as I moved my hand faster.
Sage’s breathing increased. I felt a single throb and took my hand away.
“Daddy, wait!”
“Patience, sweetheart.” I lined up my cock with his open hole. The muscles around it seemed to quiver, the lube making everything shiny and ready for me.
“Ready?”
“Daddy, oh yes.”
“I’ve got you, baby.”
I pushed the head of my cock against his rim. It stretched easily as I slid inside him one inch at a time. My free hand pressed against the side of one hip. When I was inserted halfway, I took my hand away from the base of my cock and held him in place by both his hips for the final thrust.
Before I took him fully, though, I gauged his body language for his demeanor. I had to be sure he was fine. This hadn’t ever happened to me before, not at this stage of sex. Usually, I was only thinking of myself. But this was important right now. Sage had to be into this or I would withdraw. Immediately.
Sage seemed to be holding his breath. Waiting. His body was tense but not scared-tense.
“Tell me what you feel, baby.”
“Daddy, it’s filling me up so good. Like I was always empty until now. Waiting for you.”
His words excited me even more. This was our first time, but he was so open. Most of the men I’d hooked up with were greedy or nervous or even bored until they got to come. This was entirely different.
Sage was mybaby.My little baby boy.
Everything had to be perfect. A tall order but one I was dedicated to see through. To perform perfectly. My cock was rock hard so performance was never going to be an issue. Not in this arena. Not with Sage.
