Daddy Christmas, page 6
Tonight was the first time I got to experience him behind the wheel of his own car, a nice silver Aston Martin with a black interior, and it was easy to see he enjoyed driving. And nobody liked driving in LA… I liked it even less when he had Culver City and my address plugged into the GPS.
Why had I given it to him?
I wondered if there was a way to lure him up to my place instead. My sister’s name might be on the mailbox next to mine, but she was never there anymore. Our parents had helped us take out a loan for the condo when Nana couldn’t handle walking up the stairs any longer. So she’d left Culver City for a retirement community in Thousand Oaks where her sisters already lived. Now it was just me in the tiny two-bedroom. My sister’s room was all but empty.
The day she moved in with her boyfriend officially, I was going to buy her out. ’Cause there’d been plans to install elevators in the old building forever, which would make the condo worth a whole lot more. After that…who knew? Unlike her, I wasn’t sure I saw myself living in LA forever.
“You’re thinking about devouring your dessert as soon as you get home, aren’t you?”
Ha! For once, he was dead wrong. “Almost. I’m thinking about real estate.”
He lifted his brow but didn’t take his eyes off the road. “That’s…different. Is real estate another hobby?”
I shook my head and smiled a little. “Not specifically real estate, but I like a good investment.”
Real estate tended to be a good one.
Wyatt was still showing surprise. He hadn’t expected that from me. “I can’t wait to get to know you better, Parker. You’ve entered my life like a breath of fresh air.”
I smiled, and as the urge struck, I leaned over and kissed his cheek.
He smiled back and grabbed my hand. “I very much enjoy what we’re doing. Just tell me straightaway if something is wrong—and that includes if I do something wrong. It’s been so long since I dated that I feel like I’m flying blind at times.”
I’d sort of figured that out. And to be honest, it was reassuring. Even the most polished man had to fumble in the dark every now and then.
“Can I ask what went wrong between you and your ex-husband?” I wondered. “I’ve noticed you’re very open with me, and you said something about empty promises.”
He inclined his head and checked the rearview before switching lanes. “Even before we got married, we had problems—partly because he didn’t want to leave Rome, and I had no desire to leave my family here. But we’d agreed to cut down on work so we could see each other more often. And I did. I tried to rekindle what we used to have in the beginning of our relationship…” He trailed off, and his brow furrowed. “Deep down, I suppose I always knew we weren’t a great match, but I was willing to work to get to a better place.”
He scratched his jaw, seemingly deep in thought.
Right now, I couldn’t believe I’d ever viewed him as devoid of emotion and closed off. He was a completely different person.
“After one too many missed dinner reservations, he knew I was all but done,” he went on. “At that point, I was doubting my feelings too. I’d lost the energy to fight. But Tom got paid to plead his case. By day in a courtroom, by night in our relationship—and he proposed marriage to me.”
I couldn’t help but stick out my tongue, as if Tom were here in the car with us.
Wyatt grinned faintly and threaded our fingers together. “You’re right. I am open with you, Parker. I’m hoping to avoid another failed relationship in which we try to be someone we’re not. I was never meant to be with him long-term, and he’s not meant to be with anyone long-term. And once I admitted that to myself, I filed for divorce. I was angry with him, with myself, for wasting all those years trying to fit a square peg into a round hole.”
I couldn’t imagine fighting for something for that long if it didn’t feel 100% right. At the same time, I admired any man who kept his word and did his best to uphold a vow.
“It’s better you stick with me,” I said decisively. “I just wanna make you happy and smile a lot.”
He squeezed my hand. “You’re succeeding.”
Fist pump.
Unfortunately, my own happiness took a hike when he pulled in right outside my building a few minutes later, and not even a big dessert on my lap brought any comfort. I was gonna end up eating the half-melted mess alone in bed.
Wyatt was big on chivalry and wanted to get the door for me, so while he left the car, I tried my hardest to mask the disappointment welling up. I couldn’t really explain it. I had a growing unease in the pit of my stomach, and it reminded me too much of vulnerability. I was lowering my guard and growing comfortable with Wyatt, and the end to an evening was evidently enough for me to feel a little wounded and exposed.
It was as if there were a little boy in me going, “You’re leaving me so soon?”
And I supposed, in a sense, that was exactly what was happening. That part of me had already latched on to Wyatt.
It was going to be super tough to practice patience.
The door opened, and I left his dessert on the dash before I reluctantly stepped out.
“Thank you very much for a perfect dinner, sir.” I should probably say more than this. I should be as open as he was being with me. I should confess that I didn’t want the evening to end yet. I swallowed a flurry of nerves and wondered where the hell my usual happy-go-lucky attitude and fearlessness had gone. This wasn’t normally something I hesitated to be vocal about. “Do, uh…” Christ, just say something. “Do you know when we can see each other again?”
Close enough. Maybe if I had a date or day to look forward to, it would be easier to say goodnight.
Wyatt hummed and walked a little closer to me. “Well, I’ll be at corporate tomorrow, so it’s going to be difficult to steal you away for lunch.”
Yeah, that part sucked donkey butt. I didn’t want him at corporate at all.
“Corporate stinks.” I fiddled with his tie and scowled to myself.
“I’m inclined to agree with you.” He gently grabbed the dessert bag from me and set it on the ground. Then he closed the distance between us and kissed my temple. “I have a one-hour window after four. How about I pick you up from work?”
One hour. Not even that, actually. He had to make it back too. But I’d take whatever I could. So I nodded and rested my forehead against his sternum. He smelled so damn good. And I wasn’t particularly cold, but he felt warm and comforting all the same.
“Any minute you can spare, I will take, sir.”
He sighed and inched away enough to cup my cheeks, forcing me to look up, and then he dipped down and kissed me hard. A rush of desire tore through me, and I slipped my hands up his chest and locked them around his neck.
It was as if his resolve broke. Gone was the patient gentleman, replaced by raw hunger, and it smacked a forceful wall of urgency right into me. He moved his hands to the back of my neck and angled me for a deeper kiss, and I pushed back. I did everything but climb him like a tree.
I knotted my fingers in his hair and swirled my tongue around his. I pressed myself closer and couldn’t stop all the needy little sounds from escaping me.
“I wanna see you all the time,” I admitted between kisses. It felt much easier to be honest now. “All the time, all the time, all the time.”
He cursed under his breath and cupped my cheeks again, slowing down the kiss until we were just breathing heavily with our lips touching.
“There is a way we can see each other more often,” he murmured huskily.
I swallowed against the dryness in my throat and nodded. “If you take me home with you right now.”
He let out a breathy chuckle and kissed me quickly. “I take it you’re on board.”
I nodded again, vigorously this time. “I’d drag you upstairs if my kitchen wasn’t such a mess. You’d probably make me clean it.”
I really loved how his eyes smiled.
“You might be right. Let’s go then, my sweet Parker.”
Fuck yes!
DECEMBER 9
My legs wrapped around him was the way to go, even with the kitchen counter cold against my butt. My underwear helped a little, and so would my pants if they weren’t on the floor in the living room.
“Are you sure you want to discuss Christmas decorations now?” he asked as he kissed my neck.
Oof, right there. He’d found the spot below my ear.
“I’m trying to get my brain to stop, but I can’t help it.” I wove my fingers into his hair at the back of his head and gave him all the access to kiss me wherever he wanted. In the meantime, I was sizing out his massive ocean-view windows for holiday curtains.
Something was wrong with me. We could’ve jumped into bed the second we got back to his place, and then we’d ended up talking in the living room. Talking. Talking and kissing and swapping life stories and losing a few items of clothing and more talking. Which was great and all, but I was super horny—so it was fucked up that I couldn’t stop thinking about decorations!
“In my defense, it’s December eighth—technically ninth now—and you don’t have a single decoration,” I huffed, out of breath. “Where’s your tree? All the Santas? The lights and the red, green, and gold?”
“I’m half tempted to turn your irresistible little ass red if that counts.”
I shuddered violently.
That counted.
I met him in a deep, hungry kiss and finally told myself to pick my damn battles better. I could sweetly hint about decorations in the morning on our way to work.
“You like that idea, don’t you?” he murmured.
I nodded and began unbuttoning his shirt. It was all wrinkled from my pulling on it anyway. It belonged next to his tie on the floor of his living room.
Fuck, his kisses were so damn drugging.
In the middle of the next heated kiss, he untucked his shirt and took over until it was thrown next to the sink, followed by his undershirt. Then he secured my legs around his hips and lifted me off the counter.
I sucked in a breath, decorations long forgotten, and I gave him all my focus. I heard him in my head, the memory from the car when he half awkwardly offered to stop somewhere to buy protection. Nuh-uh, I didn’t want. Not anymore. Not with him. We’d covered the safety bit, and I wanted his hard cock without anything in between. Unlike that dude at the office, Wyatt didn’t keep rubbers in every drawer in case he got lucky on the go.
Along the way to wherever his bedroom was, he pressed me up against a wall and stole my breath with an intoxicating kiss. I couldn’t help but whimper and cling to him. And I wanted that name out there in the tension surrounding us.
“Are you gonna fuck me now, Daddy?”
Shit, the second it was out, something happened inside me. My stomach tightened, my face got hot, and I felt weirdly small and vulnerable.
“Fuck.” Wyatt exhaled a curse and pressed a kiss to my neck. He slowed things down, except for his breathing, and I squirmed in his grasp, rubbing my crotch over his cock.
Jesus.
He was so hard, and it made my mouth water.
“Yeah…” He drew a deep breath and dropped an openmouthed kiss below my ear. “Daddy’s finally going to take his beautiful little boy.”
I whimpered again, so needy that I couldn’t find the right word to describe it, and he picked up the pace. Up the stairs, just a few steps, maybe five, and then he was rounding a corner.
At long last, we ended up in his bedroom, and he lowered me onto the big bed. We just continued. We kissed as if we couldn’t get enough, and I sure couldn’t, and he pressed himself against me, causing a ball of pleasure and need to explode within me.
In a messy rush between kisses and grabbing at each other, we lost the last of our clothes, and I couldn’t fucking stop touching him. His chest, his chest hair, his sides, his neck—I dug my heels into his ass cheeks and let my hands roam up and down his back.
About that thing before, though… Something needed to be said. “Yes to spanking and yes to cuffs and yes to you taking me without much preparation, just…um, I’m not a fan of, like, whips and spiked paddles.”
He rumbled a low, lust-filled chuckle and slipped a hand between us to grip my cock. Hnngh. “In other words, I don’t have to worry about you wanting a torture dungeon.”
I shook my head vigorously and bit my lip. God, that felt good. He stroked me slowly but firmly from base to tip, and I was leaking already.
“Get the oil in my nightstand,” he whispered.
Right this second!
I squirmed around and reached for the stand, but it wasn’t easy because his bed was super big, and he was holding me tightly. Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God—then he was sucking my cock into his mouth too.
“Daddy,” I gasped.
He hummed around me and pulled away slowly. “Mmm, Daddy just needed a quick taste.”
Daddy could taste all he wanted, but my butt needed to be filled ASAP. It was his fault.
Daddy, Daddy, Daddy.
I could suddenly not imagine calling him something else when we were like this. I hadn’t anticipated the sense of freedom I’d get from a title. It was just a word, right? Except, it carried meaning and whispered of the liberation of our sexual identities.
It fueled me. It spurred me on.
I managed to dig out the bottle of oil with all these new sensations surging through me like wildfire, and then I attacked like a possessed little animal. I had to have him right now.
He picked up on my urgency, and maybe he had a beast to unleash too. We rolled around and made out as if our lives depended on it, and I’d never been so thankful for a giant bed. Unlike the one in the guest room, this one was crazy comfortable too.
At some point, I ended up on top of him, and he sat up and kissed me forcefully while he shifted his cock between my butt cheeks.
“Christ, I need to fuck you hard, boy.” He cupped my face in his hands and met me in another tongue-teasing, brutal kiss. I shivered and shivered, and we needed to find that bottle of oil again. We’d lost it in the foreplay.
“Maybe we should have a safeword,” I mumbled, reaching blindly along the covers for the oil.
He nipped at my bottom lip. “How about stop?” he half chuckled.
Oh no, that wouldn’t work for me. I wriggled against his big cock and nuzzled my way down to his neck. “But, um…what if I got off on saying stop, but Daddy can’t stop because he really needs to keep fucking me…?”
I felt the shudder that flowed through him, and he stilled all our movements. For a moment, all I heard was our breathing.
Was he picturing it? Was he grossed out? Was he indulging in his imagination about what it would be like to take everything he wanted from me? Was he insulted? Wyatt had been nothing but a gentleman to me—
“Your safeword is red.”
But praise baby Jesus, he was leaving the gentleman at the door now!
“Fantastic.” I grinned.
He didn’t smile back or anything. He was on a mission; he tossed me down onto the mattress, causing my stomach to flip, and evidently had no problem finding the oil. I eye-fucked him in his naked glory as he slicked up his big, perfect, hard cock in front of me, and I teased him by brushing my fingers up and down my body, my cock, my nipples, and—
“Either I fold you in half, or you get on all fours,” he said.
We could fold later! I scrambled onto all fours and shook my butt at him.
He gripped my hips and yanked me closer to him, and I yelped at the motion. And before I could brace myself for a painful impact, shock tore through me when I felt his lips. And tongue. Holy hell, my eyes nearly rolled back. He kissed me wetly down there and pushed his soft tongue inside me.
I moaned like a slut, and he didn’t hold back either. He made a hungry sound and tongue-fucked me like he’d been born to do it. He dug his fingers into my flesh, and I dug mine into the duvet. There was no stopping my sounds or my movements.
“That’s a good boy—fuck yourself on Daddy’s tongue.”
“Hnngh.” I swallowed against the dryness in my mouth, and then I cried out when he reached between my legs and fisted my cock. “Oh my God. More, Daddy—please, I need more.”
So he pushed in a long, wet finger instead, then two, and he licked and kissed around my opening.
He was gonna make me freaking delirious with horniness!
I didn’t know how long we were at it, but he was in no rush, and he fingered me and tongued me until I was a pleading mess. He wouldn’t let me jerk off either, so I was super frustrated. All those needs were kept bottled up inside.
“Please, Daddy,” I begged. “Please fuck me, please fuck me. I need your big cock, Daddy. Please—I need it to fill me so bad.”
He withdrew his fingers slowly and dropped a kiss on my butt cheek. “You have a filthy mouth, boy. Do you need Daddy’s cock in your little hole that desperately?”
“Yes!” And he called me filthy?
He eased away and kneaded my flesh, then with just one hand, so I could only hope he was getting ready to—yep! I sucked in a breath as he pressed the head of his cock against my ass.
“Push back and try to relax,” he murmured.
I swallowed and nodded, and I pushed and pushed until I felt his pelvis against my butt cheeks. Holy fucking fire of pain, he was in. I kept hearing a mewling, pathetic little sound and realized it was coming from me.
“Shhh, little one. You’re all right.” He stroked my spine affectionately and brought me back to him, and it made the pain flare up even more. “We’ll stay like this for a bit,” he whispered in my ear. Then he hugged me to him and touched my cock, stroking it teasingly. “Daddy loves being buried deep inside you.”
I sniffled and nodded. I’d never been so torn. I was hurting, but I was also on fire with desire and need, and when he said things like that, I wanted to jump up and down on his cock, no matter how much pain it caused me.
“My Daddy,” I whimpered.
“All yours, baby.” He kissed my neck and rubbed my cock a little firmer, and a drawn-out shiver rolled through me. “My beautiful, sexy, amazing little goofball.”
