After the Weekend

by Silvia Violet

  He smacked my ass again. “Your cries, your agony, they are mine. Do not hold them back.”

  “Yours. It’s all yours.” He twisted my nipple again and then pushed all four fingers into me. “Oh, fuck!”

  “Talk to me, boy.”

  “It hurts. But… I want more. It’s like too much and not enough at the same time.”

  He pulled all the way out and coated his hand with extra-thick lube. Then as he pushed back in, he pinched the tip of my cock and I cried out. “Daddy!”

  He eased deeper as I tried to remember how to breathe. “How are you doing now?”

  I shook my head. “Too much, too full. Like you’re going to split me open.”

  “Do you want me to stop?”

  “No. Please don’t. I want this. I want to hurt, because I… God, I don’t know.”

  “Shhh,” he soothed, caressing my ass. “I’m here to give you what you need. It doesn’t matter why you need it. I love doing this. I love seeing your ass stretched around my fingers. I love that you trust me, that you want to give yourself to me like this.”

  “More?” he asked after rubbing my back for a few moments.

  I still couldn’t breathe right. “N-not yet.”

  “That’s okay, we’re going to take our time.” I watched through my spread legs as he dipped his free hand into the tub of thick lube and then rubbed it around the stretched edge of my hole. He eased his hand out and coated his fingers. “I’m going to push back in. I want you to exhale and push out, okay?”

  “Yes, Daddy.” He pushed in a little harder this time. “Fuck, that hurts.”

  “I know it does, but my thumb is in there now, boy.”

  Wow. Oh wow. “It is?”

  “Yes, baby, we’re so close.”

  “I… Fuck. I had no idea it would be like this. Like I really don’t think this is possible, but I trust you.”

  He pulled his hand from me. “Turn over and look at me, boy.”

  I eased myself onto my side and then rolled to my back. My face felt hot, and I had to force myself to meet his gaze.

  “You remember that you don’t have to do this, right?” he asked.

  I had to swallow and lick my lips before I could answer. “I want this. It’s amazing to give myself like this, to let you do this, even though I don’t think I can take it.”

  He laid a hand on my chest. “Your heart is beating so fast, boy.”

  I nodded. “I know.”

  “How do you feel?”

  “My ass is on fire, and I don’t even know if it hurts or feels good. But the one thing I do know is that I want more.”

  “Then that’s what I’ll give you.” He pushed back in, and I got fuller and fuller and then I couldn’t breathe. “No. Oh God. It’s too much.”

  He froze. “Boy?”

  I tried to find the right words. “I… I don’t really mean… That’s not my safeword.”

  He smiled. “I know, baby. I’m just checking, because you’re so tense, and that’s going to make it hurt more.”

  “I’m sorry. I… I’ll try to relax. Just don’t give up on me.” Tears welled in my eyes, and I turned away from him.

  “I will never give up on you, boy, but I also won’t damage you. I’ll go as slow as I have to, even if we don’t get all the way today.”

  “We don’t need to stop. Really. I just need…”

  He drizzled some of our regular lube on my dick and wrapped his fingers around me. “Let’s see if this helps you relax.”

  He used slow, firm strokes and soon, I forgot to be scared, I forgot how much all those fingers in my ass hurt. All I could think about was how much I wanted to come.

  “I’m going to give you a little more, boy, okay?”

  “Please!”

  He pushed deeper. “Holy fuck!”

  “Easy, boy.” He squeezed my cock, distracting me.

  “It feels like you’re putting a barrel in me, not your hand.”

  Graham laughed. “I promise I’m not.”

  “O-okay.”

  “Just breathe. You’re so close to taking it all.”

  He pulled out some and added even more lube. As he pushed back in, he twisted his wrist and flexed his fingers.

  “Fuck! Oh, fuck!” I kept repeating my words and muttering other nonsense. By that point I was nearly out of my mind with need and want, pain and pleasure.

  “Take some deep breaths, boy.”

  I tried to. He let go of my cock and toyed with my nipples some more. When I was able to take in enough air, I said, “I’m ready, Daddy.”

  He gave me just a little more, and I tried to keep breathing.

  “It’s so tight in there, boy. It feels like you’re squeezing my hand in two.”

  “Yeah?”

  He nodded. “And it’s going to get tighter.”

  I swallowed hard. “I know.”

  “It’s time to get past the widest part. I’ll go slow, but I’ll keep moving until I’m all the way in.”

  “Yes, Daddy. Please do it.”

  After adding more lube, he pushed in farther and farther. I was absolutely sure he was stretching me too far. I wasn’t going to be able to do this. I was literally going to come apart.

  “I’m in, Avery. I’m all the way in!”

  “Oh my God. Oh my fucking God. We did it.”

  “You did it. You’ve got my whole hand inside you.”

  He moved then, just a little, and his fingers pushed against my prostate. The sensation was such a mix of pain and pleasure, my body didn’t know whether to move into it or try to get away.

  “Daddy?”

  “Yes, boy.”

  “Do that again, please.” He did, and I whined, tossing my head back and forth.

  “Talk to me, boy.”

  “I… I want you to move, but I’m scared.”

  “Give yourself a little bit to adjust, and then I’ll move. I promise. I’ll work you until you come.”

  My cock had softened when he pushed in all the way, but now it was fully hard again and more than ready for Graham to do just that.

  “Lift up on your elbows. I want you to see.”

  I did, and he picked up a hand mirror. I hadn’t even realized he’d set one on the bed. He held it so I could see his hand buried in me to the wrist. “Holy fuck. Your hand. Your whole fucking hand.”

  “That’s right, boy. You’ve made your daddy very proud.”

  “Thank you, Daddy. Thank you for giving this to me.”

  “You’re welcome, boy. Now lie back, and I’m going to fuck you with my fist.”

  “Please.”

  He pulled out a little and poured even more lube on his hand. We were both a slippery mess, but that just added to the dirty, so-wrong-but-so-good feeling. “Hold out your hand.”

  I did, and he slathered it with the lube. “Jerk yourself off. I want to see you drain yourself dry while I slide my hand in and out of you.”

  “Oh, Daddy!”

  He pushed back in all the way. It stung like hell, but my cock didn’t care. I was so full, so fucking full. Graham pressed against my sweet spot, and I tightened my grip on my cock.

  “That’s it, boy, work that dick.”

  My hand moved faster and faster. Graham was sliding in and out, fucking me with his fist. “I can’t believe this is real.”

  “It’s real. I own you now. No one else has ever given you this, stretched your ass this much, filled you like you need to be filled.”

  “No, Daddy. No one else.”

  “And no one will.”

  “No one.” I worked my cock so fast. I was right there. Graham pushed in hard, and I cried out as my climax slammed into me. “I love you, Daddy.”

  My ass squeezed Graham’s hand as the most exquisite pleasure I’d ever felt racked my body. Cum shot over my chest, even hitting my chin.

  “Look at me,” Graham demanded when the tremors ceased and I floated in a world of pleasure. I had a fleeting thought that I should be embarrassed by
what I’d said, but right then I didn’t care. I loved him, and I wanted him to know it. I opened my eyes, though they felt so heavy.

  “You’re incredible, boy. I’m so proud of you.”

  “Daddy. I do love you.”

  “I know. I love you too, so much.”

  “I want you to come on me, Daddy.”

  He frowned. “It’s going to hurt when I pull out, and I need to make sure you’re okay.”

  “Daddy, please!” I was almost in tears and not sure why.

  “Okay, baby. Breathe and push while I take my hand out.”

  I cried out when my ass stretched over the widest part of his hand. When he was all the way out, I lay there panting, feeling out of time and space and needing something to ground me.

  “Are you sure you want this, boy?”

  “Please. I need you, Daddy. Need you to come on me.”

  He rose on his knees between my legs and jerked himself so fast I’d swear his hand was a blur. “So hot, seeing you like that, impaled on me, ass stretched over my knuckles and squeezing my wrist. You’re so good, so trusting. Need you, boy.” He cried out as a stream of cum landed on my stomach.

  “I’m yours, Daddy. I just want to be yours.”

  He leaned down so he could kiss me, a sweet gentle kiss that felt like he was saying “I love you” all over again.

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  Graham

  I washed Avery gently and made sure his ass was okay. I’d been slow and careful as I’d opened him up, but I needed to know I hadn’t hurt him. Now he was dressed in shorts and a t-shirt, lying on his side on the balcony sofa as I grilled our dinner. He’d clearly loved what we’d done, but something serious was on his mind, and I wanted it out in the open before we ate.

  “Avery?”

  He looked up and smiled. “Yeah?”

  “What’s bothering you? Did it hurt more than you expected?”

  He frowned. “Yeah. Maybe. I don’t know. It was so good, though. Totally worth it.”

  That made me smile. “I’m glad I could give you that. But you’re… I don’t know… off somehow.”

  “I’m just thinking.” He fiddled with the edge of his shirt. “And I’m tired and…”

  “Boy, tell me what’s wrong.”

  He glanced up at me. “Are you going to make me?”

  I took the zucchini off the grill, but I didn’t put the steaks on. Instead, I walked over and knelt in front of him. “I’m not going to make you, Avery. I’m never going to make you do anything. I ask or tell you what I want, and you decide to give it to me.”

  He licked his lips and swallowed. Then he laid his hand on top of mine. “I know that, Daddy. I’m sorry.”

  “It’s okay, boy.” I kissed his temple. “Please talk to me.”

  “When you said… um… that you loved me, was that real or part of the… you know… role play?”

  “Avery, I would never say something like that as part of a game. I love you. I think I’ve loved you since our first night together. But I know for sure I do now.”

  “So it’s real?”

  I nodded. “It’s very, very real.”

  His face lit up then. “It’s real for me too. I just wanted to be sure.”

  “The only things I say as a game are about tormenting you or punishing you. Everything I’ve said about loving and caring for you is real.”

  He reached for me, and I wrapped my arms around him, holding him tight. “I love you so much. I should’ve told you sooner.”

  “No, it’s okay. I knew. I just… I wasn’t ready to talk about it.”

  “And now?”

  He sniffled and wiped his eyes. “Now, I’m ready.”

  “And you’re ready for me to move here.”

  He nodded. “So ready. There’s even… well, there’s a house I want to show you that I’ve loved forever. It’s for sale now, and…”

  I cupped the side of his face. “Does that mean you’d consider living there with me?”

  “I… yeah.”

  Oh wow. I hadn’t expected him to agree to move in with me so quickly. It was everything I wanted, no matter how crazy it seemed. “Let’s go see it after dinner.”

  He frowned. “I’m not sure I can sit in the car.”

  “I’ll find a way to make you comfortable, baby. Because if this house means that much to you, I want to see it before anyone else snaps it up.”

  I insisted on feeding Avery while he lay on his side. Watching him take bites of steak as I offered them on my fork, seeing how easily he accepted me taking care of him, made my chest ache. I loved this man so much. I would do anything for him. It was going to be an adjustment for us to be together, but I believed we could handle a relationship that was more grounded in reality.

  When we pulled up in front of a blue American foursquare-style home with a wrap-around porch, I knew it was the one.

  “What do you think?” Avery asked, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip as he waited for my answer.

  “I think I want to put up a porch swing and spend every summer evening cuddling my boy in it.”

  “Oh my God, really? You like it?”

  “I do.” I pulled out my phone and dialed the number of the real estate agent on the sign in the front yard. Despite the late hour, a woman with a cheerful voice and strong North Carolina accent answered.

  “I’m interested in your listing at 158 Channing Street. I’m only in town for a few days, and I’d really like to tour it tonight.”

  “Oh. Yes, sir. How soon can you be there?” she asked.

  “I’m actually sitting in front of it now.”

  “Well, then. If you can give me about fifteen minutes, I’ll be right there to show it to you.”

  “That sounds perfect. Thank you.”

  Avery was staring at me. “We’re going to go inside? Tonight.”

  “We are, and unless there are major structural problems, we’re going to put in an offer.”

  “But you haven’t seen any other houses.”

  “You want this one.”

  “But that—”

  I laid a finger over his lips. “I love this house, Avery. I know it’s right the same way I knew we were right for each other.”

  “You do?”

  “Yes.” I cupped his face. “What does your instinct tell you?”

  “That I want to be on that porch swing with you.”

  “Then just like you did when you found me in the garden the night of Carter’s wedding, forget about rules and what you should or shouldn’t do, and follow your heart.”

  He smiled and I could see the love in his expression. “My heart told me you were the one I needed.”

  “Was it right?”

  “So very right.”

  I kissed him then, a slow, soft reminder of the love between us. “I want to live in this house with you, Avery. I want to take care of you. I want to be the daddy you need and the man you want to share your life with.”

  “You’re already all of that.”

  Those words warmed me all the way to my toes. “Then let’s see about buying a house.”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  Thank You

  Dear Reader,

  Thank you for purchasing After the Weekend. I hope you enjoyed it. If you haven’t read, Father of the Groom (Love and Care Book 1), it tells the beginning of Graham and Avery’s story. If you like age gap romance you may also enjoy the Thorne and Dash series which starts with Professional Distance as well as A Chance at Love which is a stand-alone title. I offer a free book to anyone who joins my mailing list. To learn more, click here.

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  Silvia Violet writes fun, sexy stories that will leave you smiling and satisfied. She has a thing for characters who are in need of comfort and enjoys helping them surrender to love even when they doubt it exists. Silvia's stories include sizzling contemporaries, paranormals, and historicals. When she needs a break from listening to the voices in her head, she spends time baking, taking long walks, curling up with her favorite books, and spending time with her family.

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  Titles by Silvia Violet

  Lace-Covered Compromise

  A Chance at Love

  Coming Clean

  If Wishes Were Horses

  Revolutionary Temptation

  Of Hope and Anguish

  Three Under the Christmas Tree

  Needing A Little Christmas

  Love and Care

  Father of the Groom

  After the Weekend

  Fitting In

  Fitting In

  Sorting Out

  Burning Up

  Going Deep

  Getting Hitched

  Thorne and Dash

  Professional Distance

  Personal Entanglement

  Perfect Alignment

  Well-Tailored (A Thorne and Dash Companion Story)

  Ames Bridge

  Down on the Farm

  The Past Comes Home

  Tied to Home