His Accidental Daddy

by Luna, David

Relieved and annoyed he’d jumped to the conclusion she’d bring alcohol into their home, he grinned. “Let me get the glasses. Can Gigi have some?”

  Madi laughed. “She loves this stuff. We only have it on special occasions, but she saw the bottle tonight and was excited.”

  He opened the bottle, poured some into one of Asher’s straw cups, and took it out to Gigi, who was engrossed in her coloring and her movie. When he came back, they each had some sparkling cider and were raising their glasses in a toast to celebrate.

  After a few sips, they all began to chat about their ideas, talking over each other in their excitement. He’d been excited for Asher and Madi to take on this new adventure, but the excitement he felt at being directly involved in the venture thrilled him. He couldn’t wait to help them navigate their way in their new business.

  Later that evening, he approached the playroom, juice box, coffee, and iPad in hand. He’d known Asher had needed some downtime after all the excitement of the evening, so he’d sent his boy to put on his favorite pajamas and then play in the playroom for a bit while he cleaned up after their dinner. Asher had chosen the baby Yoda pajamas for his little self.

  Stepping into the room, he had to chuckle at the dog bed still in the center of Asher’s monstrous train track and village scape he’d left up since Saturday. Asher jumped at the noise, hand to his heart as he turned, eyes wide. “Daddy! Oh my gosh, you scared me.”

  “Sorry, baby.” He walked towards the side table by his large, leather chair and ottoman and set his coffee and tablet down. He grinned and approached his boy, squatting down for a kiss. “Here, I brought you some juice.”

  Asher took it with a grin, ripped the straw off the back, and stuck out his tongue in concentration as he put it through the hole in the top of the box. Sticking the straw in his mouth, Asher turned his gaze back up to him, causing Thornton’s cock to harden in his pants. How was it an innocent, slightly demure upturn of those beautiful eyes nearly made him come? Couple that with those plump, juicy lips sipping from the straw, and he was a goner.

  His boy sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed until the tiny juice box was empty. Thornton raised a brow as Asher set the juice box down on the floor without losing eye contact. “Thirsty, sweetheart?”

  With a little bob of his head, Asher murmured, “Mmm hmm.”

  He booped his boy on the nose. “Don’t look at Daddy that way.”

  False innocence bled into Asher’s features, a pout topping it all off. “What do you mean?”

  Narrowing his eyes, he gripped Asher’s chin. “You know exactly what I mean. Don’t pretend you don’t.”

  Asher crawled closer, invading his space. With Thornton’s knees spread wide in his crouch, Asher slotted his small body right between his legs. Asher lifted his butt off his heels, leaning in close to Thornton’s ear. “Am I being a naughty little boy, Daddy?”

  A rumble filled Thornton’s chest, and he let his knees meet the carpet, nudging their bodies together. “You are. And I think you like being my naughty boy, don’t you?”

  Asher bit his lip, a move he knew drove Thornton wild. Asher nodded and licked his lips. “I do.” As Asher gazed down at his own cock and then back up to Thornton, his boy’s whisper was seductive. “Daddy, my penis is hard.”

  Oh yeah, his boy was being such a wicked little minx. “It is? Does my baby boy want special touches?”

  Asher’s eyes were wide as saucers, pupils blown. His pink, plump lips were wet, and Thornton wanted to shove his dick between them. Asher’s voice was still a breathy whisper. “Yes, please.”

  Thornton sat back on his heels, gripped Asher’s ass in his hands, and lifted him so Asher was straddling his lap. Asher immediately started to grind his hard cock against Thornton’s, the mewling noises almost more than Thornton could take. Thornton knew, grinding or no grinding, if his boy was making breathy, sweet little whimpers, whines, and moans, it wouldn’t take long before Thornton came.

  He gripped Asher’s hips in his hands, stilling his movements. “Daddy didn’t say you could rub yourself on me. What did Daddy tell you about that?”

  The soft little catch in Asher’s throat, followed by a needy little whine, had Thornton’s cock leaking in his pants. “You said only bad little boys try to make their penises feel good without Daddy’s permission.”

  Goddamn, that sweet little voice. He cleared his throat, trying to gain back a little of his own control. “That’s right. And you were rubbing that sweet cock of yours all over Daddy. What do bad boys deserve when they’re naughty?”

  Asher’s sweet whimper did a number on his libido. “Daddy…”

  Thornton’s voice was a deep rumble, his hands gripping Asher’s hips hard to keep himself under control. “What do they deserve?” He nudged his nose under Asher’s chin so his sweet boy would lean his head back, and Thornton bit along the column of his throat, reveling in the small frame shuddering in his arms. “Hmm? Tell Daddy.”

  “I deserve spanks for being bad, Daddy.” Asher gripped Thornton’s head, digging his nails into the back of his neck, holding Thornton’s mouth to his throat. Thornton obliged, sucking and nipping at Asher’s sensitive skin. Asher’s hips tried to move again, and Thornton gave his boy exactly what he’d just admitted he deserved.

  He growled and spanked Asher’s pert little ass again. “That’s right. You deserve spanks.”

  He gripped Asher’s ass cheeks and stood with him in his arms, and then a wicked idea popped in his head. He unhooked Asher’s legs from his waist and let him down, Asher’s pout drawing a smirk to Thornton’s lips. He looked around at the floor of the playroom. “Looks like there’s quite a mess for Daddy’s naughty little boy to clean up.”

  Asher gasped. “Daddy!”

  Thornton raised a brow, a warning gleam in his eyes. “Do as I say, boy, or you won’t enjoy those spanks you were just begging for.”

  Asher got to his knees, resignation in his eyes, a sad little pout on his lips, as he went about cleaning up the spare track that littered the floor. When everything was cleaned up, Asher grabbed the empty juice box and tossed it in the bin by the door. Instead of walking towards him when he was done, Asher crawled, allowing his hips to sway seductively.

  Thornton smirked, nudged the ottoman aside so his boy could kneel between his legs, and leaned forward, elbows on his knees. Clasping Asher’s face, he tilted it up so their gazes met. “Good boy.”

  Asher shuddered at that. “Thank you, Daddy.”

  “Does my little boy deserve a spanking?”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  He leaned forward, nuzzling Asher’s neck, nibbling up to his ear and biting on his lobe. “Yeah. I think so too. I think my naughty boy needs to be taught a lesson.”

  He leaned down, gripped the edge of Asher’s shirt, and pulled it off. “Stand up, baby.”

  Asher stood, his cock making a tent of his pajama pants. Thornton finished undressing his boy until he was completely naked, standing before him. Thornton sat on the ottoman, the arms of the chair too high for his boy’s comfort. He tugged Asher down and draped him over his lap.

  The fact his boy had taken to his first spanking and had asked for more made Thornton so happy. He’d always loved spanking his boys, and not all of them had liked it. He looked forward to exploring some more impact play, which he had a feeling he and Asher were going to love.

  He rubbed Asher’s ass, squeezed his cheeks, and spread them, loving the way Asher’s hole contracted when exposed. He rubbed a finger down his crease and over his boy’s sweet pucker several times, his boy’s moans music to his ears. “Your pink little hole is so pretty, Asher. Daddy can’t wait to sink his cock into it.”

  “Mmm, please, Daddy.”

  “You want that, sweet boy? You want Daddy’s cock in your little hole, spreading it wide?”

  “Yes, yes, yes.”

  “Your hole is so greedy for Daddy’s cock.”

  Asher bucked his hips back onto Thornton’s fingers at his word
s, doing his best to get some friction to his hard cock and against his tight pucker. Thornton drew his hand up and brought it down in a reverberating slap on his boy’s ass. The groan had him doing it a second time, and Asher’s nails biting into his shin as he gripped Thornton’s leg tight had him doing it a third.

  “Naughty, naughty boy.”

  He continued with his spanking, making sure to cover every inch of Asher’s sweet ass and upper thighs, his boy enjoying it so much he was humping Thornton’s leg. When Asher’s ass was nice and red, and the boy was moaning and begging him to be allowed to come, Thornton stopped all movement, leaning his weight on his forearm, which was across Asher’s lower back to slow his movements.

  “You don’t seem to be learning your lesson. What should Daddy do about that, hmm?”

  “Daddy, please. I need to come.”

  “Daddy’s dirty little minx. You’d come all over my leg if I even caressed your pucker, wouldn’t you? Yeah, you would. Maybe I need to fuck some good manners into you. See if that works. What do you think?”

  Asher gasped and gripped his leg tighter. “Please, please fuck me, Daddy.”

  Thornton slapped his ass once more, hard, eliciting a cry of surprise followed by a breathy moan. “Up you get.”

  He helped Asher up on wobbly legs, crowded in behind him, and leaned down to nip at his neck as he reached around and clasped Asher’s cock in a loose grip. When Asher’s hips pumped forward, greedy for more, Thornton let go. Whimpers followed, and Asher’s hips stilled as he whispered, “Daddy, please, more.”

  “You want more of Daddy’s special touches?”

  “Oh, god, please, Daddy. I’ll be good, I promise.”

  “Yeah? Gonna be my good little boy?”

  “Yes, yes. I swear.”

  “Mmhmm. Why don’t you climb up on Daddy’s chair? Knees on the edge, forearms on the back of the chair.”

  He watched as Asher climbed up and assumed the position, but his legs were together. “No, no, no. That simply won’t do. Spread your legs as wide as you can. That’s it. Look how pretty.”

  Asher’s sweet, reddened ass was there for the taking, his pink pucker clenching and releasing, just begging to be filled. He pulled a lube packet out of his pocket, unzipped his jeans, and pulled his hard, aching cock out of the confines of his boxer briefs, nearly moaning in relief at finally being able to free it. He quietly ripped the corner off the lube packet, but when Asher turned to see what he was doing, he gave the boy a hard swat directly onto his hole.

  “Daddy! Oh, god. I’m so close. Please, I need you inside of me.”

  “Liked that, did you? Such a little slut for Daddy’s cock, aren’t you?”

  “Yes.”

  “Say it.”

  “I’m a greedy little slut for your big, fat cock, Daddy.”

  Jesus, his boy had a filthy mouth. The more comfortable Asher got with his sexuality and their Daddy/boy dynamic, the better he felt about being himself and letting his preferences come out. They often surprised Thornton in their naughtiness, but it only prompted Thornton to come up with new ways to pleasure his boy and new things for him to introduce Asher to.

  He gripped Asher’s hair at the crown of his head and drew his head back for a kiss. Pulling back, he slicked his fingers up and began to prep his sweet little boy’s hole and then his own cock. “Beg me for it.”

  He enjoyed seeing Asher’s body shudder at his words, enjoyed even more the words pouring forth from his boy’s lips. “Please. Please, Daddy. I need your cock so bad. Fill me up. Make me yours. I need to feel you inside of me.”

  “Such sweet begging, baby.”

  He lined himself up and slid in to the hilt. They both moaned, Asher at the intrusion, Thornton at the tight heat enveloping his shaft. He reached behind himself and gripped his shirt, pulling it off. He needed to feel his skin against Asher’s. Leaning down, he blanketed his boy’s back with his body and wrapped one arm around him, hand holding Asher’s throat in a gentle grip, his other snaking down between Asher’s spread legs to clasp his cock in another barely there grip.

  He began to pump slowly in and out of his boy until Asher was nearly crying as he begged, “Harder. Please, Daddy.”

  “Shh, shh. You’ll take what Daddy wants to give you.”

  “Oh, god. Daddy. It hurts.”

  “Mmm, hurts so good, though, doesn’t it?”

  “Fuck, yes. So good.”

  He sped up a bit, but his loose grip around Asher’s cock didn’t tighten, and if Asher’s hips pistoned too hard into his fist, he let go, reveling in the power he felt as Asher whined at the loss of his touch. “How does my naughty little boy feel?”

  “So good, so good, Daddy.”

  “You like being punished, and I love punishing you. I have a new soft spot for naughty little boys.”

  “Fuck. Daddy, god. Please. Please. Please.”

  “What does my dirty little slut need?”

  Asher’s hips slammed back into him at those words, mewling in desperation. “I need more. Please, more.”

  “More of what, baby?”

  “Everything. God, everything.”

  He let go of Asher’s cock and throat, slowing his fucking to a snail’s pace. “Be specific, baby, or Daddy won’t know what you need.”

  Asher turned his head to face him, and Thornton nearly shot his load at the need in Asher’s eyes. “Hold me tighter, fuck me harder. Please. Please, I’ll be good, I promise.”

  “You are good. So damn good for Daddy.” He wrapped himself tighter around Asher and slammed into him. He gripped Asher’s cock again, harder this time, as he slid out and slammed back in again. His grip tightened on Asher’s throat as well, but not enough to cut off air, just enough to exert his dominance, which they’d found Asher couldn’t get enough of. “Is this better? Is this what you need from Daddy?”

  Asher sucked in a breath and sobbed out, “Yes. Oh, god, Daddy. More.”

  So Thornton gave him more, and more still, until their breaths were sawing in and out of their chests, and Asher was shaking so bad Thornton thought he’d fly apart. “Daddy, please… Can I?”

  “Come for me, baby boy.”

  Asher came on a scream, his ass clamping down on Thornton’s cock, prompting Thornton’s own release that seemed to last forever. Hot jets of cum pumped deep into his boy, marking him as Daddy’s. Always Daddy’s. “God, Ash, so good, baby.”

  “Daddy.”

  “Shh, shh. I’ve got you. You were so good for Daddy. Such a good boy.”

  He pulled Asher up from his kneeling position. Thornton sat on the ottoman and pulled Asher down to straddle his lap. “I love you, so much,” he heard his boy whisper.

  Asher snuggled into him, gripping him tighter, making Thornton’s heart melt. “I love you too, baby. More than I can ever express. I’m so damn lucky I found you.”

  Asher snickered. “Ran me over you mean?”

  Thornton chuckled. “Exactly.”

  Epilogue

  Asher

  Six Months Later

  Asher tugged on his shirt sleeves, fiddled with his collar, and smoothed down the fabric of his button-down shirt as he stared at himself in the mirror, giving himself a pep talk. He’d been equally excited and scared to death for this day since the moment he’d come up with the idea months ago.

  Thornton’s parents, Gwendolyn and Jasper, had been in town for one week of their two-week stay. Both he and Thornton had tried their best to get his parents to stay with them during their visit from their home in San Diego, but they’d refused, saying they wanted them to have their space and wanted to be pampered by hotel waitstaff. In the end, Daddy said he wouldn’t push them because he hadn’t wanted Asher to have more anxiety than he already had meeting them for the first time.

  But he needn’t have worried; Thornton and Trent came by their kindness and generosity naturally. Both Gwen and Jasper had hugged him when they’d first arrived, and Asher had immediately felt comfortable with them. Obvious
ly, it had helped that Asher and Thornton had talked on the phone and FaceTimed with them many times. A couple of months after Asher had agreed to move in with Thornton, he had finally had the confidence to say hello.

  His mom had even taken to texting him randomly after their first phone call to tell him funny stories about Thornton and to send snapshots of old photographs of Thornton as a child, much to Thornton’s chagrin. As a result of that, he’d only had a couple of mini panic attacks leading up to their arrival that first day, and none since.

  He’d been welcomed into their family with open arms and had finally discovered what being part of a family was supposed to feel like. He felt the love, connection, and care that he’d only seen and heard of, and what he’d always hoped to find with a family of his own but never thought would truly happen. He was sad their trip was half over. He’d taken several days off to spend time with them while they’d been there and had even braved one of the local coffee shops close to Thornton’s house with Gwen.

  Over the last several months, with the help of Thornton, Asher’s therapist, his medication, and his new sense of confidence, he’d begun to venture out in public more often. It had been slow going, and he’d had a lot of mental and emotional obstacles in his way, but after a few failed attempts, they’d gotten coffee at the shop closest to them. Then the next week they’d eaten lunch at a tiny little hole-in-the-wall sandwich joint close by.

  He hadn’t really been able to go anywhere with big crowds yet, but the fact he could go out with Thornton to several local places, and even take walks with Thornton and the pups at their local park that was never really busy, had felt monumental to him, and seeing the pride on Thornton’s face every time he tackled something new and scary was a reward in itself.

  But dinner that night was special. He’d planned everything meticulously, knowing it had to be perfect. He’d arranged everything with Gwen’s help and even some input from Jasper, Trent, and Madi. Regardless of his preparations, he was a nervous wreck. If things didn’t go as he hoped, he didn’t know what the hell he was going to do.