by M. A. Innes
“Good, Daddy. I want to watch you come. I’ve never…”
Sebastian leaned down and kissed Mark before he could finish the statement. There were so many things his boy hadn’t done but he didn’t want him to focus on that right now. Right now, he wanted his boy to see what he could do.
“Touch me, baby. You make your daddy feel so good.”
Just as Sebastian hit the point where he was going to lose control, Mark moved his hand away. Sebastian jerked, trying to focus to see what was wrong but before he could do anything, Mark leaned up on his knees and pressed his diaper-covered cock against Sebastian’s hard body. Rocking his hips back and forth, he leaned in and whispered in Sebastian’s ear.
“Daddy, I’m going to come.”
Sebastian thrust his hips against Mark and lost all control. The caress of the soft cottony diaper covering Mark’s perfect little body was too much. With a growl, he slammed Mark’s body against his as he came shooting cum all over the diaper and covering Mark’s chest.
It was all too much for Mark who shuddered and gasped in pleasure as Sebastian’s cum covered his body. Gripping Sebastian’s body with his thighs, Mark ground his erection against Sebastian’s and came, arching and dancing in his daddy’s arms.
Cuddling back against Sebastian as his body relaxed, Mark tucked his head against Sebastian’s chest and sighed. Wrapping his arms around his baby boy, Sebastian knew he would do anything to keep him.
Giving Bryan a tight hug, I set the phone down and turned him enough that he wasn’t hiding anymore. “I love you, Baby.”
This time Bryan’s sigh was filled with love and emotion, not frustration. “I love you too. I love that part.” He cuddled into me, and for a minute, forgot his nerves. “Hearing how much his daddy loves him and that he wants to keep him. It’s one of my favorite chapters.”
“I can see why. His daddy loves him and wants to make his boy happy.” I gave Bryan a quick kiss. “Just like I love you and I want to make you happy.”
B peeked up at me through long lashes and I could see that he was conflicted about something. Before I could press, he gave me a quick kiss and a small questioning smile. “And you’re going to do anything to keep me?”
He said it almost teasingly. I knew it was because he wanted to be able to back away if he needed to, but he didn’t have anything to worry about. “Of course.” I hugged him tight. “You’re my special baby. I’d be crazy if I didn’t do everything I could to keep you forever.”
I gave him a long slow kiss, trying to put everything I was feeling into it. When he pulled away, I gave him a serious look and was as open as I could be. “You’re mine, Baby, and I’m not giving you up for anything.”
CHAPTER 6
Bryan
I woke up horny and with a full bladder. The diaper only made the situation worse. I loved being hard and feeling ready to come right before I used my diaper. My first thought was to reach down and take care of things myself but before my hand could even start to move, I remembered Maddox…then my punishment.
Even knowing Maddox was in bed wasn’t as much of a deterrent as it would have been just days ago. That shocked the hell out of me. Was I just so ready to orgasm because of my punishment that I didn’t care if he saw me use my diaper, or was I ready to share that with him?
It was getting easier and easier to picture every time I woke up next to him like this. The first time might have been a little awkward but now that we’d done it a couple of nights in a row it was starting to feel surprisingly…normal.
Okay, probably not the right word but normal for us.
The next part was the hardest. I honestly thought just using the damn thing might be easier at this point. The worrying over what would happen when we did do it was starting to make me crazy. But what was making me truly nuts was having to ask him to take it off so I could go to the bathroom.
“Daddy?” I was already curled up next to Maddox so I only had to whisper his name and he started to stir. “Daddy? I need you to take my diaper off, please. I need to go…” I felt ridiculous, or maybe just embarrassingly horny, but I managed to get it out. “I need to go potty, Daddy.”
More stupid, sexy, baby talk.
Maddox finally stirred, yawning and stretching. He was so distracting with his sleep pants twisted, low on his hips almost down far enough to show his clearly hard cock. “Mmm, okay, B.”
He sat up and rolled me over a little so I was lying on my back. I wasn’t allowed to help; this was Daddy’s job. I tried not to blush and I did a pretty good job this time. But I knew he could tell because he gave me a little grin and patted the front of the diaper.
“One of these days, B, I’m going to change your diaper in the morning and it won’t be this dry.” I couldn’t figure out if he thought we were almost there or if it was still a long way off. I wasn’t sure myself. Part of me wanted him to take the choice away from me.
Not like make me do something I wasn’t ready for but take charge and not leave it up to me to take that final step. It seemed like such a big one. Maddox thought that wearing the diaper for him should have been the hardest part, and he might be right, but the next step felt huge.
Stripping the diaper off, he leaned down and gave me a kiss on my forehead. “All right, B, go to the bathroom but then come right back. I’m still in the mood to cuddle with my baby.”
There was no hiding how erect I was as my special place swung back and forth as I went to the bathroom. His baby talk made me nuts, but it was crazy hot. It took a few minutes for my body to be able to do what it needed, but soon I was walking back to the bed. I was getting more comfortable being naked around Maddox so I managed to climb back into bed without blushing this time.
One point for me being somewhat functional.
I got a quick kiss as he climbed off the bed. “Be right back.” Then he gathered up the diaper in his hand and started heading for the bathroom. “Remember, no touching your special places. You’re still being punished.”
And my blush was back.
He laughed as I flopped back onto the bed trying to fight the urge to bury my head in the pillows. Dork. He’d done that on purpose. He was still laughing and hard when he came out of the bathroom a few minutes later.
With my T-shirt on and the sheet over my lower body, I hadn’t really felt naked until Mad climbed back in and pulled me close. His flannel-covered erection nudged my…bottom and I pressed back against him. Maybe if I—
Pop.
The smack was cushioned by the sheet but it still stung beautifully. Unfortunately, he hadn’t meant it as a reward. “Naughty boy.”
Then he started rubbing my bottom in slow circles. I wanted him to spank me again but he wasn’t going to if I asked. And he definitely wouldn’t fall for me being bad again so soon. “I’m sorry. It just…and I wanted you to…but Daddy, please.”
It came out needier than I wanted but I was still so damned horny and with my punishment I knew I wasn’t going to get it.
“No, Baby. You wouldn’t be able to have Daddy make love to you without coming and I don’t want to make it harder—pun definitely intended—on you.” He moved his hips and his cock slid against my bottom, sending shivers up my spine. “But don’t think I don’t want you, B. I’d like nothing better than to play with my boy’s special places and make you feel good.”
Telling me no wasn’t supposed to sound so damned hot.
“I understand.” I really did. My punishment wasn’t over, and even though I couldn’t say it out loud, I didn’t hate it as much as he might have thought I did. Still, even if he couldn’t make love to me it didn’t mean…could I?
Before I could even think it through, his voice dropped lower. Heat and need dripping from it, he said the craziest thing. “Maybe if we had something that would keep you from coming, B. Would you like that? How would you feel about making love with Daddy even if you couldn’t come?”
Could he say anything sexier?
I wasn’t going to s
ay the idea didn’t occur to me. I’d read enough books to have read that kind of scene before. Picturing us doing it had me wiggling back against his cock and making little whimpery noises before I could stop myself.
Damn it.
“Hmm, my baby likes that idea. Aren’t you a naughty boy?” The way he growled naughty didn’t feel bad at all; in fact, it sounded incredible.
My face was so hot I could feel my blood pressure rising, but I couldn’t help it. Even the little shake of my head wasn’t very convincing. Mad laughed this wicked sound and pushed his cock against me again. “I might have a surprise for you later, Baby.”
Good God, what had I started?
He’d gotten me so wound up with the baby talk and dirty ideas that I couldn’t stand it anymore. I might not be allowed to come, but I was ready for something. Before I could lose my nerve, I turned around in his arms and kissed his chest. One little peck, but it made him still. I could almost hear the wheels turning in his head.
“Baby?”
I couldn’t answer with words; that would have been too hard. So I kissed him again and started working my way down his body. With little licks and kisses, I tried to let him know what I wanted. His brain finally connected the dots once I ran my tongue around his belly button, sending shivers through his body.
“Oh, does my boy want to give Daddy special kisses?”
Damn baby talk.
I managed a tiny nod before going lower to run my tongue down the little trail of hair that led under his pants. I didn’t really hesitate when I got to his pants, but I wanted to make sure this was okay with him. So I looked up and cocked an eyebrow, questioning.
“Yes, B.”
He lifted his hips enough for me to slide his pants off and then spread out on the bed like some kind of Greek god waiting to be worshiped. He must have found something funny because I caught a glimpse of a cheeky grin as I lay down between his legs. I ignored it. I had a feeling that no matter what it was, it would either make me horny or nuts. Probably both.
Now that I was here, I wasn’t sure exactly how to start. Yeah, I got the mechanics of it but I didn’t want to—no. I wasn’t going to obsess. I managed to do a good job pleasing him in the shower. This wasn’t that much different. Besides, I’d read about so many blowjobs that it had to automatically give me extra BJ points or something.
Like, you read so many dirty books and you instinctively got better.
Maybe it wasn’t that funny, but I found enough humor in it that suddenly I wasn’t so nervous anymore. His cock was long and hard, angled up toward his abs. Leaning forward, I tucked my head close to the base and breathed in his scent.
I loved the way he smelled.
It was comforting and sexy all at the same time. Just being close to him settled my nerves and reminded me how much I wanted to taste him. His balls drew my attention first. Using the tip of my tongue, I traced lines up them, rolling them gently. They drew up closer to his body and a moan echoed through the room, boosting my courage.
I could do this.
He spread his legs even more and I licked down to the soft skin just under his balls. “God, Baby. Oh yes, don’t stop.”
He pushed his ass toward my face and it was all I could do not to rub myself against the bed. This was addicting. I wanted to work my way close to his tight hole but I wasn’t sure if I could do it. Deciding I’d do it next time, I started licking back up his body to his neglected shaft.
Using the flat of my tongue to taste his cock, I traced the veins up to the tip, which was leaking precum. Lapping at it while he watched like some kind of predator, I felt wicked and incredible. The little growls he made and the way he had to fight to keep from thrusting up into my mouth were perfect.
The underside of my dick was sensitive, so I made sure to give his plenty of attention while I was licking the dripping juice that was still flooding down his cock. Finally, I couldn’t wait anymore and I took him in my mouth.
Turned out I didn’t have much of a gag reflex. I could take him pretty deep before it felt weird and I wanted to…well, you know. So I wrapped one hand around the base and left the other teasing his balls and perineum while I sucked on him.
His hands gripped the sheets so tight, I was afraid he was going to tear them as I bobbed up and down, trying to take him deeper each time. I tried to picture how I’d imagined my favorite scenes would look as I teased and pleasured him. From the sounds he made, I didn’t do that bad.
Eventually, he lost his patience and he brought his hands up to rest on my head. Not pushing or holding me down but just letting me know he was there. “Baby, no more teasing.”
I fought the urge to grin and went back to focusing on pleasing him. Tightening my hand a little, I tried to push him even closer to the edge. Finally, he growled. “Pull off, B.”
Fat chance.
I wasn’t going to wuss out. One last flick of my tongue over that sensitive bundle of nerves under his head and he came. Cum shooting out in long ropes filled my mouth. Sucking and swallowing at the same time wasn’t as easy as I’d pictured. However, I managed not to choke or do something stupid like bite him, so I thought I’d done pretty good.
Mad must have thought I’d done okay too because he reached down as I was licking the last drops off his cock and pulled me up to lay across his chest. “Baby, that was perfect.”
Hands reached up to cup my face and he leaned forward to kiss me. I must have made some kind of face, ’cause well eww, but he laughed and didn’t let me escape. “I want a kiss, B. Don’t be naughty. Nothing you could do would gross me out.” Then he got this wicked look. “Besides, haven’t you ever tasted your own cum?”
I guess the look on my face was answer enough because he shook his head. “Oh, B. The things I want to do to you.”
If it didn’t seem so damned hot I might have been worried. I probably should have been a little more cautious. I was a horny moron, though. “What kinds of things?”
He chuckled and the look on his face made me shiver. “I’m going to tell you later.”
Damn.
****
“Is it later yet?” Yeah, I sounded like a five-year-old on a car trip, but he was driving me crazy.
“Nope and if you keep asking, you’re not going to like the consequences.” His voice was low and deep and I fought the urge to look around the parking lot to see if anyone heard him. We were still in the car so it wasn’t likely, and even if they did I probably should work on the whole panic thing.
“But—”
“One.” He lifted one finger and gave me this look. That probably shouldn’t have been so hot but it was. Shivers raced down my spine and he shook his head. “You won’t like what happens if I get to three.”
Maybe or maybe not. I couldn’t decide, but it probably wasn’t a good idea to push him too far. “Yes, Daddy.”
I’d try again when we were in the store. He knew me well enough not to get too mad at me in there.
“And don’t push your luck in the grocery store.” His voice was deep, no-nonsense, and sexy.
Damn.
“If you’re good, once we’re home and get everything put away, I’ll tell you what we’re going to do next.” That teasing voice was back like he had a secret. It was going to be a naughty one—I just knew it.
“But it’s a good surprise?” The look on his face had me part-worried, part-curious…and lots turned on. I didn’t seem to have any self-preservation instincts at all.
“I think so. All right, groceries. Do you have the list?” He was probably trying to distract me, but we did need to get this done.
“Yup.” It was a bit of an odd list. A mix of stuff we wanted and some things that Mom said we needed, but it wasn’t that long.
“Let’s go then.”
The grocery store was weird.
Maybe that wasn’t the best way to describe it but something about doing it together felt like we were really together. Sure, we were dating and we’d been friends for what fe
lt like forever. But I couldn’t remember ever doing something like this with him.
We’d gone to grab snacks before but this wasn’t a quick trip, this was family kind of shopping. It was Do we need more coffee, B? and Hey, Mad do you think steaks sounds better for dinner or the chicken we talked about? It shouldn’t have been that different but it was.
Intimate probably wasn’t the right word but that’s kind of how it felt. I just wasn’t sure why. It was grocery shopping, not sex, but this felt like it really made us a couple. Even in my head, it sounded crazy, but I couldn’t describe it any other way.
“You okay?”
“Yeah.” I was going to leave it there but I decided, what the hell. It’s not like it was going to make me look any stranger. “It feels odd. You know, the whole shopping and running household errands thing. That sounds st—”
“No, don’t even say it. I get what you mean, but I like it. Living together this summer is kind of like playing house and this just makes it feel more real.” He smiled and reached over to squeeze my hand. “I like doing stuff like this with you.”
I tilted my head and gave him this look. “Like getting milk and cereal kind of stuff?”
“Yeah, because this is what real long-term couples do. They grocery shop and pay bills together…grown-up shit.”
That had me cracking up. “I like doing grown-up shit with you too.”
“You’re such a dork.”
“You said it first.” I had to dodge his hand. I wasn’t sure what he was going to do but the look on his face said it wasn’t good. “Behave. We’re in the grocery store.”
“Oh, B. You’re going to regret being mouthy later.” He looked positively giddy. What the hell did he have planned?
I opened my mouth but he shook his head. “Not a good idea.”
Damn daddy voice in public places. He was going to give me a hard-on if he wasn’t careful. I shifted a little, trying to subtly adjust my tightening pants but he lifted one eyebrow and shook his head.
“I’m not doing that!” He looked a little like he didn’t believe me. I leaned close and tried to whisper. “Damn pants are getting too tight and it’s all your fault.”
