Page 34 of Not the Punk

I nodded and held my hands up.

“Good boy.” Oh shit. I loved it when he said things like that. I smiled from ear to ear, eating it up.

“Let me grab supplies. Hang on.” He pulled open a drawer under the bed that I hadn’t noticed before and rummaged around until he found a bottle of lube and a condom. “I only have one, so we’ll have to go to the store tomorrow.”

“We can do other things.”

“Shh…I know what we can do. Now, the question is, do you still want spankings, because you were really good.”

“I feel like it’s a reward now, instead of a punishment.”

“It is if you like it, but I knew you would behave.”

“Can we save it for later? I’m tired, but I want you before I go to sleep.” I wanted to feel him inside me more than anything.

“That sounds perfect. Let’s get you prepped.” He made short work of it, then pressed inside. Once he was all the way in, he stopped and looked down, gazing into my eyes. “You’re so amazing, do you know that?”

“I don’t think so. Not always. At least not off stage.”

“Well, you are. To me you’re everything.” He kissed me softly, but it quickly became passionate. I wrapped my arms and legs around him as best I could, rubbing his back and lifting my ass. He completely filled my hole, and I loved it. “I’m falling for you so hard, Joe.”

“I know exactly how you feel.” I wiggled my eyebrows and squeezed my ass so he’d know I meant the double entendre. “Now move before I go nuts.”

“Oh, you’re going nuts.” When he fucked me, he did it as if he knew every inch of my body and when to ping my P-spot. Everything about it was perfect, even better than the first time.

He came first. “I couldn’t hold back. You’re so hot and tight.” Then he pulled out before kissing my neck and chest. He flicked one of my nipples and the sensation went straight to my dick, making me moan loudly.

“Ah-ha!” He squeezed the little nub again, as he sank lower on the bed until he took my cock in his mouth. He sucked and pinched and made me lose my fucking mind as I came hard.

I was barely aware of Colten wiping me down with a warm cloth, then getting in bed beside me. I felt his warm body next to me and snuggled in. He wrapped around me completely, and I’d never felt more secure and content in my life.

In the middle of the night, Colten’s phone rang. He picked up and listened, only saying, “Yes…yes…ah…be there as fast as I can.”

“What’s going on?” I turned around to face him as he stood. "You're getting called in to work already?"

“There’s been a fire. It's an all hands. I have to go. You go back to sleep. I’ll be home by the time breakfast gets here, with any luck.” He kissed me softly. “It’s already paid for, so just enjoy it if I’m not back yet.”

“Yes, Daddy.” I closed my eyes and listened to the sounds he made as he moved around the apartment, getting ready.

Finally, he came back into the room. “I’m leaving now. There’s a key on the bar in case you want to go out.” He finished with another kiss, and this one included his tongue sliding against mine.

“I love you…” I murmured without thinking.

“Love you too, baby.” Then he left. I heard the front door shut and lock.

I was alone, and I did not like it. At all. I wanted Colten around all the time. At least his bed smelled yummy, like Colten. I stole his pillow and shoved my face into it, trying to get more of his warm scent, all vanilla with a very slight citrus note. I wasn’t sure if it was his cologne or simply him, but I liked it.

Chapter sixteen

Colten At Breakfast

I made it home just as breakfast was being delivered, which was great since Joe wasn’t awake yet. That was something to note about my Boy. He might play hard, but he needed plenty of time to recuperate. To be fair, he’d been under a lot of stress, so maybe he needed more than normal. We’d have to see how it went.

I put the food in the kitchen and made coffee. When that still didn’t rouse him, I poured a cup and went to wake him. I kissed him, then held the coffee where he could smell it.

“Mm…” One of his eyes opened, but it was barely a crack. “You home?”

“Yes, and breakfast is here. Get up.” I purposefully showed him the coffee mug again. “There’s coffee…”