by JP Sayle
When Seb came over just a little while later to tell me that I could finish for the night, I saw it as a sign for my plans to get Boyd on the same page as me. Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, I went and grabbed my jacket then went in search of Boyd.
Boyd remained silent for the ride home and I chewed on my thumbnail, trying to think of the best way to approach what I wanted to happen when we got home. It took all my effort to keep seated in the truck when he pulled to a stop outside his home. As was his tendency, he unbuckled my belt and helped me out of the cab only this time, I didn’t let him put me down.
The nerves danced in my belly as my little side came to the fore and I tucked my head into the crook of his neck. His breath gusted over my hair, making it move, but he remained quiet. He moved me to sit on his hip and I heard the rattle of keys as he must have dug them out of his suit pocket.
Once inside the house, I felt the tension leave his body as he focused on taking care of me. He carried me straight up to the bedroom and through to the bathroom.
He lowered me to the floor, patting my bottom, then turned on the taps to fill the bath, adding my favourite scents to the water. “Let’s get you out of these clothes and give you a freshen up,” Boyd said in a soft voice.
Carefully, each piece of clothing I wore was removed, his caramel eyes darkening with arousal. After he was done, he removed his suit jacket, but when he showed no signs of acting upon his desire, I swallowed my sigh of frustration.
By the time I was in the bath and he started to wash me, I was painfully aroused from his loving touches. “Daddy, aren’t you gonna get in the bath with me?”
“It’s late, and you must be tired—”
“I’s not,” I stated rudely, splashing him with water at the same time. The shirt he’d worn under his suit jacket plastered to his chest, turning it transparent so I could see the dark hair beneath. At thoughts of touching it with my lips, they tingled in anticipation.
He glanced down at the wet patch spreading down the front of him, then he returned his molten gaze on me. “You’re being disobedient and that’s because you’re tired.” His voice remained soft but still full of authority.
I shuddered and in answer, sent another wave of water careening over the side of the bath. His subsequent sigh sounded heartfelt as he shifted back and stood from his kneeling position.
He shook his head at the state of his sodden suit trousers. “You’re playing up, so bath time is over.” I hid my disappointment when he didn’t strip, instead walking to grab a towel from the heated rail.
“No, I’m staying in the bath,” I whined, taking hold of the bath rim to make my point.
Returning to the bath, he crouched down and looked me in the eye, offering a gentle smile that melted my heart. “No, Daddy’s getting you out of the bath, right now, and there’ll be no more nonsense.” His firm tone did little to stop my cock from aching. The gentle way he lifted me out of the water and wrapped the towel around me added to my torment. He took a second to pull the plug from the bath before carrying me like a baby into the bedroom.
He laid me on the bed and used the huge bath sheet to dry me. “Let’s get you dry, we don’t want you getting any chapped skin.” When he got to my groin, his eyes were drawn to my aroused cock. There was a noticeable tremor in his hands as he went to dry it.
A buzzing sound started in my ears as I held my breath and met his gaze, revealing what I wanted. His breathing became choppy, but he didn’t stop the gentle strokes to my cock with the towel.
“Do I need to check if you’re dry?” The rasped question was hardly audible.
“Yes, Daddy,” I answered meekly. This time, when our gazes met, I could see that he understood what I was asking for.
Chapter Twenty-One
Boyd
My heart hammered against my ribs as I looked deep into Sawyer’s eyes and saw what he really wanted. I sucked in a tremulous breath, hoping to ease the tight band constricting my chest.
Ever since we’d made love, I’d struggled to come to grips with what had happened afterwards. When he’d become little and asked me to clean his mouth out with my come, I’d found myself shocked at how powerful my second orgasm had been, following so swiftly after the first one. I’d become so painfully aroused so quickly, with the knowledge he enjoyed me taking care of him and giving him a punishment, it had me taking a step back trying to find my balance.
Did you find it, did you fuck? He is your balance, stop over thinking it and just go with it.
The words rang through my mind and were reminiscent of the conversation I’d had with Nathan earlier in the evening as I’d watched Sawyer work.
“Why the long face? You should be over the moon we completed, and on time.” Nathan slapped at my shoulder. “Look about, it’s a fucking huge success.” He grinned when his gaze returned to me.
“I’ve got a lot on my mind.” My eyes drifted to Sawyer as he stopped within a few feet of us.
“I thought things were good now that Glenn is fully out of the picture.”
“Glenn is threatening to tell everyone all the sordid details of what I’m doing with Sawyer,” I answered, looking back at Nathan when he released several curses.
“You’re not going to dump Sawyer, are you?” Nathan growled, while he stood to his full height and gave me a steely stare that could have made a weaker man piss his pants.
I had to reel in my own temper at him jumping to that conclusion before I could answer. “No! I love him and nothing Glenn can do will change that. I’m not worried for me, it’s Sawyer I’m more concerned about. No one wants their private business splashed all over the papers, especially if it outs you to your parents.” I raked my fingers through my hair. “I spoke to my father and my sister because I want them to accept that I’m in love with Sawyer.”
Nathan’s face lost a little of its colour. “How did that go down?”
I chuckled at his obvious concern. “My father was a little shell shocked, but my fourteen year old sister was like ‘that explains a lot about your domineering daddy side,’ she then insisted I bring him on Sunday for lunch so she can meet him.” I shrugged.
“Can you get Glenn to keep his mouth shut?” The deep grooves marring his forehead mimicked my own.
“Drop the charges against him.” I held up my hand silently asking for Nathan to let me finish when his eyes darkened with anger. “I told him to go fuck himself. He didn’t take it well. I think he’s suffering financially and I was the solution. His claims of still being in love with me are utter bullshit, all he wants is access to my money,” I ground out before taking a cleansing breath trying to rid myself of the anger. “Can we talk about something else instead?”
Nathan nodded, albeit reluctantly.
I glanced at the people within ear shot and lowered my voice. “I’ve a problem…letting go sexually…when Sawyer is little.”
Nathan’s eyes became shrewd, but with no condemnation. “You are new to the scene and have never been in that type of relationship before, so I’d expect that you might question what you feel. Can I ask, does it arouse you when he is little? Or do you separate it into compartments, like you love to take care of him, or make him happy by letting him be little?”
He’d kept his voice low but I’d heard him. I scratched at my beard, giving myself time to answer him. “Those things aren’t separate because fundamentally, whether he’s acting little or not, he’s still the man I love.”
Nathan beamed at me like I was a top pupil having just aced a test. “Then stop overthinking it and go with the flow.”
A snort of frustration brought my attention back to the man wriggling in the bath sheet, his cock leaking onto his round belly. I edged back off the bed and stood up, feeling the weight of Sawyer’s gaze on me as I slowly stripped off my clothes so he could see how he affected me. My cock stood proud and my balls felt heavy as I went to retrieve supplies from the drawer.
Back at the bedside, I made sure Sawyer was looking
at me before I spoke. “I’ve been to the doctor and been tested.”
Sawyer’s eyes gleamed excitedly as he sat up clapping his hands together. “I have regular health check-ups, I’s clear. I’s not been with anyone for months and months before you.”
I noticed the cute way he spoke, his little still in charge, but if I was truthful, I’d been stuck on the word clear and what that meant with my own negative test results tucked into my jacket pocket. “Is that right?” At his eager nod, I threw the condom towards the bedside cabinet, not caring where it landed.
At the sight of him lying back down on the towel, his face softening and his eyes showing such trust, my heart expanded to fill my chest to capacity. The love was so overwhelming, I needed a moment to get a hold of it and be able to kneel on the bed clutching the lube.
The first time we’d made love it had been more frantic, our need firmly in the driving seat. This time it felt different, the need was there but somehow it felt gentler, but no less powerful.
I took my time softly stroking his body, exploring every curve, dip, and undulation, noting which ones made him sigh with pleasure and those that caused him to groan in need.
There was no need for words as he lay there, open and vulnerable to me. His eyelids hooded as his face became flushed. When I finally touched his cock, there was a pool of pre-cum gathering on his belly.
“Oh, Angel boy, you’ve made yourself all wet again. Daddy is going to need to dry you all over again.” I tutted and ran my finger down the side of his slippery hard length that had the sticky residue of pre-cum coating it. “What should Daddy use? The towel? Or my hand? Maybe my mouth?”
His breathing became erratic at the last suggestion, his eyes pleading with me. “Not the towel, Daddy,” he whined.
“Should you get to choose after you were misbehaving in the bath?” My brows arched as he gave me a beseeching look that forced me to stop myself pouncing on him. With more effort than I liked, I slowly lowered myself onto my stomach between his legs when he remained quiet, but the look on his face persisted.
His legs opened wider to accommodate my shoulders. “Good boy, Angel.” Rewarding him, I took hold of his leaking cock and lapped at the head, tasting his salty essence with each sweep of my tongue over his slit. He mewled and pulled a corner of the towel to his mouth and sucked on the edge as he had a habit of doing with his blankie when he was happy.
My heart beat uncontrollably against my ribs as I pleasured him with my tongue. My saliva dripped down over his balls and slicked his skin. I continued to suck his cock, watching him as he sucked on the corner of the towel between his lips, a serene expression on his face. All the while, my fingers used the saliva to stretch him.
I used my free hand to feel over the cover for the bottle of lube I’d laid down earlier when he was ready for two fingers. He whined at me as I released his cock, then his brow formed into a scowl when my finger was removed from his body right after. “Shush, Daddy needs lube, I don't want to hurt you, Angel.”
That placated him and the serene look returned. It centred me in a way I’d never expected and though I was painfully hard and leaking against the cover beneath me, I didn’t feel the need to rush.
Patiently taking my time to make sure he was ready, sweat coated my skin when I finally deemed he was. His eyes looked like I’d drugged him, and his lips were parted, the towel forgotten. His whole body was flushed a rosy pink as I rose over him and slowly lowered my body over his. He moaned low in his throat as my weight pressed him into the mattress. My cock nudged his slick, hot skin and his eyelids dipped.
His mouth softened and I carefully pushed inside him, inch by inch, taking my time. The minute seemed to stretch like a long mile in front of me before my pelvis met his. The raw pleasure at being inside him without a condom was overwhelming and my heart skipped several beats.
There were no words to explain how I felt in that moment, with him tightly pressed against me. My hair stuck to my forehead and my breathing mimicked that of a runner. The heat and strength of his muscles clasping my cock worked to undermine my control. I gritted my teeth, my jaw bunching with the strain of keeping still.
Moving the towel out of the way, I gently kissed his lips, showing how much I revered him and this moment. One kiss led to another until it felt like we were almost in a dream like state. Inch by inch, I slowly pulled out of him, then sunk back in at the same slow speed.
Every time I sunk fully inside him, he’d whimper into my mouth. On and on for endless minutes I continued to move slowly, dragging my cock out of his body, giving him pleasure. His whimpers increased as his channel pulsed, but he continued to remain still, letting me remain fully in control of his pleasure.
Why hadn’t I wanted to do this before?
Fuck knows!
The powerful feelings running through me felt like a flat battery that had been charged into new life. With each slow slide into Sawyer’s pliant body, I felt the energy inside me increase. It was like he was recharging me in ways I’d never considered possible.
Breathless with love and need, I released his now puffy, slick lips and stared down in wonderment at the gift that I’d been lucky to find: Sawyer. “I love you,” I gasped and pushed back into his body.
He came apart under me, his body didn’t push up, but merely sunk deeper in the bed. I felt his cock pulse and throb against me as warm heat spread between us. “Oh, Daddy,” he whispered in wonderment.
Those words were my undoing as my whole body strained and spurts of cum filled him until it leaked out of his body. The release felt brutal compared to anything I’d experienced before as I struggled to keep my full weight from crushing Sawyer. My limbs shook, and in the end, I gave up and rolled onto my back, pulling Sawyer on to my sticky chest.
He never complained, instead burying his head in my neck and nuzzling at the skin. A hand came up and he twirled his fingers in my beard and hummed to himself.
Overcome with how happy he sounded, my heart cinched in my chest. If this was wrong, then I never wanted to be right, because I’d fight tooth and nail to keep this, to keep Sawyer happy like this.
What if Glenn does what he’s threatened?
Then I’ll cross that bridge later.
I shut my eyes and blocked out everything but Sawyer and how he made me feel.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Sawyer
The bright, hot sun soaked through my thin T-shirt, causing it to stick to my back as I peddled at a slower pace up the newly tarmacked drive towards my house. I slowed to a stop and placed my foot down to balance as a smile spread over my face.
Over the last few weeks, since Flamingo Bar had been completed, Boyd had focused all his attention on completing my house. Not that it was going to be my house, I’d decided. Since we’d had the discussion about living together on a more permanent basis, it had been agreed that we’d choose at a later date which house we’d live in. The thing was, as much as I loved what Boyd had done to the house, it didn’t feel anything like a home to me. I’d thought I wanted it, but truth be told, I adored his home more.
So, after he’d left for work this morning, I’d made a call to my lawyer, Mr. Norris, to see if he could squeeze me in for an appointment. To my joy, he’d had a free slot this morning, although I’d not left his office feeling all that joyful.
I sighed at the talking to he'd given me when I informed him I was going to be putting my house and land on the market. It was hard not to tell him to get lost when he’d insisted on knowing the reason for my decision. As I’d never talked about Boyd to anyone other than the guys I worked with, I could see why it would seem a little out of the blue to want to sell what I’d been so desperate to have, and move in with someone.
There was, however, no way I was going to talk about what I needed with my lawyer and he’d seemed completely dissatisfied with my answers. I shrugged off the anxiety that still weighed heavy inside me at the conversation Boyd had with me about Glenn threatening to out us. We’d
talked about it at length and we’d both agreed that we wouldn’t give in to his demands.
That decision was swiftly followed by the acceptance I’d had in his childhood home from his father and sister. I’d considered if I should bite the bullet and talk to my parents. Boyd hadn’t pushed me to make a decision, as much as my little wanted him to. I got this wasn’t something my little should decide, but it would have made things a lot easier.
As I dismounted my bike, I worked to quell the continued fretfulness, and left my bike against the wall of the house. The front door was open, so I stepped straight through into chaos. My smile returned at seeing beyond the chaos to how far the job had progressed.
I easily blocked out the shouts, thudding, and clattering noises as I waved to a couple of blokes I knew by sight, when I strolled through the large open plan room. Dodging several piles of reclaimed wood, I walked through to the dining area which opened up onto a large wooden deck.
Someone had opened the bi-folding glass doors, I assumed to let in a breeze when I felt it brush softly against my bare arms and legs. The last few days had been sweltering. The deep blue sky held not a cloud, the sun shining down as I stepped out onto the deck. My gaze swept the garden the landscape gardeners had started to work on.
I rubbed at the centre of my chest at the little twinge of regret that I’d never get to sit and enjoy an evening in the garden, like I’d planned.
You’ll make new memories at Boyd’s.
Reminiscences of last night followed the thought and the twinge disappeared with the image of Boyd and me dining alfresco. We’d watched the sunset as I curled in his lap on the porch swing he’d purchased after I’d said I wanted one. It had been perfect.
I swung around and headed back inside and shouted over the din, “Boyd, where are you?”
