We’d talked in the car about what we both did and didn’t want to do here, but that hadn’t come up. Now that I saw him and wanted to say, “Yes, Daddy,” it was best to ask.
“You can call me Daddy any night.” He took my hand, and we walked straight to the playroom, not stopping to see who might be there, like I normally would’ve. Tonight was about us, not our friends.
The playroom was pretty empty, given the size of the crowd at the club. Chained was holding some kind of ropes demonstration, and I had a feeling that was where most of the people were. I loved watching ropes demonstrations; there was such beauty to them. But tonight was about playing with Daddy, not learning about the art of knots.
We went from area to area. Ms. Lily had outdone herself. The place had all new stations, since I was there last. She had clay set up tonight, which was fun. Making snakes was my favorite clay activity of them all.
Ms. Lily also set up a bubble station where I ended up being more frustrated than having fun, the bubbles popping far too soon. At first, I thought it was the bubble solution, but as others played with it, I saw it for what it was…user failure.
From there, we went to the large cardboard blocks, building towers taller than I was, and watching them fall. That was my favorite. There was something so satisfying about building a structure larger than I was, and even more so, knocking it down.
The entire night was so much fun.
I never slipped into little space, but that had never been the point. It had been about seeing if we enjoyed the same things at the club, and by every barometer I had, we did. But all too soon, it was time to go home, and I wasn’t ready for the night to be over.
When he pulled into the driveway, I grabbed his hand as he was unbuckling his seat belt.
“Do you not want me to walk you to the door?” he asked, not accusatory or angry. He just wanted to know.
“Oh, sorry, that’s not what I meant. I just wanted to ask if you wanted to come inside.”
“Yeah, that’d be nice.” He clicked the buckle free.
“What I mean is, do you want to come inside and sleep over?”
“Absolutely.” He reached over and petted my head. I loved it when he did that. “I like how you just tell me what you want.”
“Well, if you liked that, you’ll like this even more.” I leaned close to his ear. “By sleep, I mean, I want to feel you inside me.”
“That can be arranged, my sweet boy. That can be arranged.”
Chapter Twelve
Will
I hadn’t expected tonight to bethenight I’d stay over and make love to my sweet boy, but I had been hopeful enough to be prepared. When I took my pants off, I reached in the pocket and pulled out the short strip of condoms and small tube of lube I’d tucked in and temporarily forgotten about during all our adventures.
Sammy, who had just stepped out of his boxer briefs, stared. “Did you have that the whole night?”
“Um, yes, but not with any real expectations…”
“It’s not that.” His laughter muffled behind a hand clapped over his mouth.
“Then?”Please don’t let me mess this up.Not from lust but from the desire for a deeper connection with this man.
“We went on all those rides. They were so…”
“Bumpy. Oh my god.” An image flooded my brain. “It could have burst.”
“What a mess.” He stopped trying to hide his laugher. “Trying to imagine explaining that to anyone.”
I joined his mirth, and soon we were both laughing so hard, we had to cling together to remain upright, tears rolling down our cheeks. Cocks hardening and brushing together. Every cell of my body wanting just what he’d asked me for when he invited me to stay over. To be inside him. Our hilarity ebbed away, replaced by something else.
Sammy lifted his face to me, and I kissed him, his arms coming around my neck, my nipples stiffening against his chest. Licking the seam of his lips, I sought entry, and when he opened to me, I slipped my tongue inside to dance with his.
Our embrace grew more frantic, his hands dropping to glide over the skin of my back, mine gripping his hips and closing over his firm cheeks. His skin was like silk, only the scattering of hairs on his arms and chest, legs, and the trimmed nest around his cock providing another, palm-tantalizing texture.
Somehow we were on the bed then, kissing growing more intense and hands continuing to explore. I wanted to know every bit of his body. What it felt like and smelled like and tasted like. My lips trailed down his throat, where I sucked on his collarbone before finding his nipples to nibble on. He whimpered, and I bit down gently. His fingers tangled in my hair, and I sucked harder, nibbled and went back and forth from one to the other, feeling his chest heave under me. Reaching between us, I closed my fist around his cock and gave a tug.
