Embracing the Storm

by Marie, Carly

  "You make that sound way too logical," I said as I buried my face into his shirt.

  Spencer laughed and the sound vibrated in his chest. "That's because I'm… Daddy." So, there had been a pause there, but it sounded good. I could easily see him being my Daddy. Maybe so easily that it should have worried me, but for whatever reason it didn't. For the time being, I was going to blame the bourbon. I'd worry about the sober thoughts when I was sober.

  "Okay." I was way too agreeable when I'd had a little bit to drink. In that moment, I needed to taste his lips, reassure myself that he was still the same man I'd left home with hours earlier. I stood and pressed into him, my lips pushing gently against his as I wrapped my hand around his neck to play with the hair that had grown just a little too long over the last few weeks.

  His lips parted readily and I pressed my lips, and body, more fully against his. That was when I felt my dick brush up against something hard and realized it was Spencer's erection. It surprised me as much as the fact that I was hard. My light cotton shorts hid nothing, but even Spencer's jeans hadn't hidden his arousal. "You're turned on," I said so quietly I barely heard myself, but Spencer easily heard me and nodded his head.

  "Of course I am. Have you seen the way your ass looks in those shorts?"

  I wiggled my butt slightly. "I do have a nice ass."

  Spencer's hum of approval was all the confirmation I needed. "You know you do. And I really want to feel it around my dick tonight."

  If he wasn't turned off by the thought of me in this outfit or after watching me play for the evening, that had to say something.

  "There's nothing you could do to turn me off, Gray. You should know that by now."

  Had I said that out loud? "What did you put in my drink?" I didn't normally say what was going on in my head like that. Well, at least not after a single drink.

  Spencer took my hand in his and led me upstairs. "It was a single shot of bourbon. Whatever's going on, I can assure you it's all in your head."

  A single shot wasn't enough to make me drunk or even tipsy. "Fine, lead the way, Daddy."

  Spencer looked over his shoulder, and I watched as his eyes darkened and his nostrils flared. Maybe he was right. Maybe he would get something out of being my Daddy. That sounded insane, but I also wasn't going to question it too hard.

  We'd barely made it up the steps before Spencer was on me, pressing me against the wall in the hallway and knocking a picture askew. "If you really think that drink hit you that hard, tell me to stop now and I will."

  "Don't you fucking dare."

  Spencer sighed and he leaned forward to nip at my neck. "Thank fuck, because I want to feel you everywhere."

  "Mmm, want that. So much." How long had it been since we'd had sex? It couldn't have been more than a few days, but my body was convinced it had been longer. Before I could think more, Spencer shoved his hand down the front of my shorts and groped my balls through the fabric of my underwear. "Fuuuuuck." My hips thrust forward into his grip, and I whimpered at the added pressure.

  A purely wicked grin spread across Spencer's face as he watched me writhe against his touch. "Is that how a good boy behaves?"

  My hips stuttered as my brain tried to catch up with the question. Was I being good? Would yes or no get me what I wanted? I had no idea how to answer the question. All I knew was that Spencer's fingers had pulled just out of my pants while he waited for words to form in my head. "I-I-I'll be good." As long as good meant I got to cum, hopefully with his dick pushed deep in my ass, I'd be that.

  "That's what I thought." Spencer's lips found mine again, and the press of his body against me was enough to make my knees weak. "If you want to cum, you won't take more than I give." It was fortunate that he'd pushed his body against mine because I was struggling to keep my feet under me.

  A startled squeak escaped me when my husband cupped my balls again, but instead of leaving his hand there, he ran it up the length of my shaft, squeezing a bead of precum out of the tip. "Fuck. More, please. Please, more." I spread my legs, silently begging for his hand to find my hole and stretch me.

  "You are a very naughty boy," he said as he nipped at my earlobe.

  My entire body shook at the sensation, and I felt my head move up and down. "Only for you, Daddy. Only for you."

  Spencer let out a possessive growl like I'd never heard before. "Damn good thing. Come on, baby. Bedroom. I can't have you ride my dick in the hallway."

  I moaned as he stepped back, giving me just enough space to walk. "It could definitely be fun to try."

  The hand Spencer had been using to fondle my cock and balls connected with my ass and I gasped. I might have been exploring a new part of myself, but that didn't mean I wasn't still going to like the pain Spencer could deliver to me. "Ohhhh, can you do that again? Please?"

  "Do good boys beg for more?"

  I forced my legs to take a few steps, and the distance between us seemed to help bring my brain back to functioning. "Good boys ask nicely for what they want. And I said please."

  "Cheeky brat." I'd have been more worried about the comment had Spencer not been grinning at me while he said it.

  "You like my cheeks, though." I hurried to our bedroom and threw myself onto the bed before Spencer had a chance to respond.

  I'd managed to roll myself onto my back and was looking at the door when Spencer stalked in, looking all huffy and like he meant business. Good, maybe I'd get a spanking. "You, brat, are trouble."

  I blinked innocently up at him, allowing my legs to fall open so the outline of my erection was easily visible through my shorts. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

  Spencer snorted but let my comment slide. "I'm sure you don't. Get that cute ass of yours over here. It needs to be riding me soon or I'm going to cum in my pants like a teenager."

  I wiggled my way toward the edge of the bed so that Spencer could reach me. I’d suspected he'd nearly yank my clothes off me, but instead I felt his hands sliding up and down my body. "You're beautiful, baby." His voice was so reverent my eyes nearly teared up. "You're going to look so cute in one of those outfits like Caleb was wearing tonight. I don't know how I'm going to keep my hands off you."

  What had Caleb been wearing? I couldn't remember. There had been a pattern on it, but what was it? Dinosaurs, right? Dinosaur what, though? My eyes popped open when I remembered the snug onesie with matching shorts that hadn't done anything to hide the bulky diaper beneath it. "Wait, you think I'd look good in an outfit like that?"

  Spencer's eyebrows pulled together to form a straight line. "Of course I do. Your bubble butt is one of my favorite parts of your body. It would just be amplified with a thick pair of training pants or a bulky diaper over it. And the way that onesie hugged Caleb's body? On you, it would only serve to accentuate my favorite part of your body."

  "You'd really like that? Like, you mean… seriously?" My brain was having a hard time catching up with Spencer's words. I hadn't even thought far enough ahead to consider what I'd want to wear or what I'd like. I'd thrown this on Spencer a few hours earlier, and he was already thinking about how he wanted to dress me in the future?

  Spencer reached down and grabbed the waistband of my shorts and began to tug them off my hips. "If you hadn't noticed before, there is absolutely no way I could ever not find you incredibly sexy. Ever."

  My cock liked those words and it twitched in my briefs. "Oh. Well, in that case, we can talk about it later. You know, after we've both cum at least once."

  Spencer threw his head back as he laughed. "I like that plan," he said to me as my shorts came off, followed quickly by my socks. I had no idea where they went, nor did I care. The only thing I wanted was his dick in my ass.

  Spencer's hands left me for a moment, and I cracked my eyes open to see where he'd gone. I was greeted with the sight of Spencer's naked body, his cock sticking out in front of him, while he worked on getting his socks off. I couldn't help but giggle as I heard him curse quietly when his sock w
ouldn't come off easily. "I'll wait, promise. Socks aren't sexy."

  Spencer growled as he finally freed his foot. "Believe me, you remind me of that frequently. As long as our bodies are pressed together, I really don't care what are on my feet."

  I couldn't help but wrinkle my nose. "Eww, socks."

  Spencer leaned over my body and kissed me. "I know, baby, and I'll fight with the socks every single time, just for you."

  I beamed up at him. "Thank you. Best. Daddy. Ever."

  Spencer reached for the hem of my shirt, shaking his head and trying to hide his laughter. "If that makes me the best Daddy ever, I think I'm going to do okay."

  I nodded my head. There was no doubt in my mind that Spencer would be the best Daddy, no matter what, at least if my fantasies over the last few months could be believed. Those thoughts quickly left my mind as Spencer began to work my shirt over my head. I arched my back off the bed to try to help ease it over my body, but that only served to press his hands across my chest as he worked the fabric up and off. I gasped as goosebumps rose everywhere he touched.

  As the shirt cleared my hands and was tossed unceremoniously away, Spencer leaned down and pressed featherlight kisses across my belly. Some made me giggle, some made me moan, and every single one of them made my cock jump and twitch within the confines of my briefs. "Look how cute you are in these," Spencer said with a hum against my skin as his fingers ghosted along the line of my erection.

  I couldn't remember what underwear I'd put on before leaving the house, so I looked down and felt a blush heat my face and chest. The dinosaur briefs had been purchased in the adult's section years earlier, but I'd rarely worn them. That night I'd had the bright idea that they'd complete the outfit, and the feel for the night, quite perfectly. And they had. But I hadn't thought about what Spencer might think if he saw me in them.

  Before I could figure out what to say in response, Spencer hooked the bright red waistband and began to slowly work them over my cock and down my legs. I'd leaked enough precum that the fabric had become wet and the cool bedroom air over my damp tip brought goosebumps back to my body, but that time they weren't the good kind.

  In a few seconds, my underwear had joined the rest of our clothes somewhere in the corner of the room, and Spencer was climbing on to the bed to straddle my body. With his legs on either side of my chest, and my dick nestled between his ass cheeks, he ran his thumbnails over my sensitive nipples. "So, I'd originally thought I wanted you to ride me tonight, but I could be talked into this too," he said, tweaking my left nipple just enough to make me suck in a breath of surprise.

  For a moment, I didn't know what I wanted, but I was willing to bet it wasn't to think right then. I was certain I was going to tell him to not stop what he was doing, but when I felt my hole start to twitch with the thought of sinking down onto Spencer's length, I knew I didn't want him on top of me. I managed to get my head to move side to side, but it had taken more effort than I thought reasonable. "Oh, no. No, I need. Need." Fuck, words were hard. "I need you inside me."

  Spencer shrugged casually and gave no warning before he hooked his legs under my thighs and flipped us with startling ease. I gave a yelp as I came to rest atop his chest. "Give me some warning! You could have flipped me right off the bed!"

  Spencer's gray eyes rolled playfully. "Do you really think I'd do anything to hurt you?"

  I kissed his pec before pushing myself into a seated position over his chest. "Okay, hotshot, where's the lube?"

  Spencer smirked and thrust his hand under the pillow, producing a bottle of lube quickly. "I was prepared."

  There had been a point in our relationship where bottles of lube had simply lived under our pillows, but when we had kids, we'd quickly learned that little hands found everything left in the bed, and they'd been tucked away in drawers. Personally, I didn't really care where the lube had been, as long as I didn't have to get off of my husband to get it. I plucked the bottle out of his hand and poured a generous amount on my fingers. First, I slicked up his dick, then used the rest to slick my hole, and shoved a few fingers inside myself to ease the way. I was too aroused to bother with prep, and thankfully, while Spencer was long, he wasn't overly thick. If I took my time, I could easily take him without prep.

  "Babe." Spencer's warning had come out as a hiss as I lined his cock up with my hole. "Babe, I don't want you to get hurt."

  "Shh. I'll go slow."

  As though he didn't trust me to go slow enough to not hurt myself, Spencer's hands reached out and gripped my hips. His fingers dug into the flesh hard enough I knew there would be marks later. Not that I minded them—they reminded me of him, and I loved seeing them when I showered or changed. I pushed back just enough that Spencer's tip breached my ring of muscle, and I hissed out a breath. Definitely wasn't going to be taking him inside of me quickly. It had been a long time since we'd had sex without prep.

  "We can stop."

  I shook my head frantically. "No. No, we can't. I need you inside me. I just, I need a second to adjust to you."

  Spencer fought to not roll his eyes but failed, though to his credit he kept his body as still as humanly possible, even as his legs shook with the effort not to thrust into me. Then again, my legs were shaking too. I wanted him inside me so badly my body was begging for it, but I forced myself to sit back against him slowly.

  We both hissed and moaned as I sank farther down his cock until finally my ass rested against his thighs and my balls on his stomach. It was me who broke first and let out a pleased sigh as my body adjusted to his size.

  Spencer's hands finally stopped gripping my hips and he began to run them up and down my sides, waiting patiently for my body to relax. Despite feeling like it was taking an eternity, my body relaxed quickly—at least according to the clock on the nightstand. I nodded my head once before slowly lifting off Spencer, then sliding back down his length. I felt nothing but pleasure, and my erection that had flagged slightly a moment before began to fill again.

  Before long, the sounds of our grunts and moans filled the room, leaving me thankful the kids were at James and Dexter's house for the evening. Every few strokes, I'd rotate my hips, making sure his cock brushed my prostate. Each time it hit that sensitive spot inside me, I’d let out a moan and my cock would produce more precum. In minutes a puddle had formed on Spencer's stomach where my cock was steadily dripping.

  Then Spencer's breathing changed and I knew we weren't going to be able to go on like this forever. "Baby." Spencer's voice sounded tight, like it would break at any second. "Baby, I'm not going to last with you doing that." His legs shook beneath me as he struggled to maintain control. "So good."

  I squeezed my ass muscles around his cock and relished in the string of curses Spencer let out beneath me. I'd been patiently waiting for more attention to my own erection, but Spencer hadn't made any move to wrap his hand around it yet. Lost in the moment, with fantasies of Spencer as Daddy dancing in my head, I said something I'd never thought I would. "Daddy, I've been so good. I haven't touched my cock yet. Can you please make me cum?"

  Spencer's eyes dilated more than I’d thought possible and I watched as his teeth sank into his lower lip. "Holy fuck, that's hot." He moved his right hand from my side and wrapped it around my dick, pumping in time with my movements.

  As a pediatric cardiologist, Spencer's hands had always been strong and capable, and wrapped around my erection they could bring me to the edge faster than I could do it myself. For whatever reason, there was something different about his touch that night. I could feel the possession in his hold, as though he was trying to tell me just by touch that I was his and my orgasm belonged to him. Not only was it hot, but it was bringing me close to orgasm embarrassingly fast.

  "I'm close, baby."

  My head bobbed up and down frantically. I needed his cum inside me. I needed to feel him fill my ass and claim me. "Please. Fill me, Daddy, please." I was not beyond begging.

  Spencer grunted a few more times, and
I swore I could feel his cock swelling inside of me. "Cum for me, Gray." His voice was so gravelly, I wasn't sure how he'd managed to get the words out, but they were all I'd needed.

  My balls had been drawn tight to my body for the last few minutes, and his demand was all it took to send me over the edge. My entire body tightened as my orgasm overtook me, my cock spurting rope after rope of cum over his chest and abs. I tried to drag my orgasm out as long as possible and continued to ride his dick, rotating my hips just so in order to nail my prostate. As the last wave of pleasure washed over my body, Spencer thrust his hips into me and I felt his body tighten below me. "Holy shit," he managed to say between gritted teeth, his eyes pinched shut.

  Warm cum filled my channel, and the sensation alone was enough to make my cock pulsate just enough for another small spurt of cum to land on Spencer's stomach.

  When his orgasm subsided, Spencer's eyes cracked open and he shot a blinding smile toward me. "That was amazing."

  I nodded, but could already feel my eyes drifting closed. We had more to talk about, I just needed a nap first. That orgasm had been intense, and I was pretty sure my legs would be feeling the workout I'd just given them for days to come.

  Thankfully, Spencer knew I was spent. "Lift up, baby. Let me go get us a washcloth."

  I grumbled and lifted off him, then my nose scrunched up. "I need to go to the bathroom. Don't worry about bringing the washcloth back."

  Spencer laughed the entire way to the bathroom, then proceeded to clean himself up while I did my business. To my surprise, he'd waited for me to be done, then gently ran a clean washcloth between my cheeks to wash the remaining lube away. "Now you're ready to go to sleep. Let's go tuck you in."