Page 29 of A Stable Daddy

Then he’s pressing our lips together and I forget all about my concerns, thrilling in this sweet, languid meeting of tongues and lips in the early morning hours. I wriggle my hand out from underneath him to reach in between our bodies, wanting to stroke him, too, and I grin against his mouth when he bucks his hips into my fist, the sticky wetness around his crown giving away how worked up he is, too.

Despite our instant chemistry, we’ve been taking things relatively slowly. We’ve jerked each other off, exchanged blow jobs and have frotted to orgasm a couple of times over the last few days, but he hasn’t pushed to fuck me, and I haven’t felt the need to go further, either. Until now.

Now, with no time constraints and nowhere to be, we have the time to do whatever we want. And I want him inside me. Reluctantly releasing his cock, I bring my hands to his firm pecs and gently push him until he’s on his back. The lines of confusion between his eyebrows smooth out as I crawl over him until I’m straddling his hips, rocking mine so that our cocks slide together. I’m careful to balance my weight so I’m not putting it all on my knees, but his big, calloused palms grip the tops of my thighs, steadying me as I smile down at him.

“This is new,” he says, sounding delighted. “Somethin’ you want, darlin’?”

Rolling my hips again, I nod. “I think I’d like to…what’s the saying? Save a horse and ride a cowboy?”

His dick jumps against mine while his fingers tighten on my thighs. “Yeah?” his question comes out breathily. “You got a particular cowboy in mind?”

“Mmmhmmm,” I lean forward a little, dancing my fingertips up the lines of ink on his hairless abs and chest. “There’s a very sexy Texan in my bed. I think he’ll do.”

Oscar’s head falls back into his pillow as he laughs. “Oh, he’ll do, will he?” He swats at my bare butt, the sting of his palm meeting my flesh making me whine with pleasure. “Do you think bratty boys get what they want, honey?”

The playful words spoken so sinfully make my heart race. I bite my lip and widen my eyes. “I wasn’t being bratty, Daddy. I was just trying to be cute.”

“Fuck,” he drags the word out, his voice turning gravelly. “You’re too perfect, darlin’, you know that?”

Cocking my head, I press my luck, even as a cheeky smile tugs at my lips, refusing to be repressed. “Do perfect boys get what they want?”

Oscar’s Adam’s apple bobs. “You know you can have whatever you want with me, baby.” Moving his palms, he rubs my thighs and then my knees. “You can handle this position without hurtin’ yourself? Do you need pillows under your knees?”

This sweet, considerate man.

Swallowing back a lump of unexpected emotion, I nod again. “I can handle it,” I answer, then add, “but pillows might still make it more comfortable.”

“Good boy for bein’ honest.” The words make me shiver with pleasure, and he smiles as he grabs the two pillows from my side of the bed and gets me to lean and lift my knees one at a time as he gets the supports in place at his sides.

His hands move to my hips, then cup my bum, his fingers lightly teasing my crack. “Do you have lube, darlin’?”

Instead of answering verbally, I lean over to the bedside table —trusting his strong hands to prevent me from toppling overand onto the floor— and open the drawer, pulling out the first bottle I find and handing it to him as I right myself.

Oscar snaps the cap open and drizzles some onto his fingers, then pauses before clicking the lid shut again. He brings the bottle to his nose and sniffs at it, then reads the label. “Crème brûlée flavoured?” His tongue darts out to taste the viscous liquid on his fingers and he hums appreciatively, teasing, “And here I thought you were sweet enough already.”

“I…um…” My cheeks burn as I recall why I bought the flavoured stuff to begin with. I’d had a fantasy of sucking a Dom off while fucking myself on a toy. Not having the energy or interest to actually go and find a Dom, I’d settled for spit-roasting myself between two toys. The flavoured lube had made sucking on the silicone cock more palatable.

“Oh, I’m gonna need to hear the story that has put that look on your face,” Oscar tells me playfully. The next moment, though, he brings his lubed fingers to my hole, and I forget everything except the renewed desperate need to have him inside me.

“Daddy…” I whine, rocking my hips, trying to urge him to stop teasing and start fingering me. I don’t even stop to consider how easily the epithet comes to me now.

“Be patient, honey. Let me enjoy this. It’s our first time, and I wanna do it right.”

If I wasn’t so incredibly horny, I’d find that sentiment incredibly sweet. But I just want him inside me already!

“Please don’t tease me,” I beg, my eyes fluttering shut as two fingers finally breach me. It burns, but it burnsso good. Gasping, I demand, “More, Daddy, more.”

Scissoring his fingers, he gives mealmostexactly what I’m craving. There’s definitely a hint of pain to this stretch, but not as much as I imagine I’ll get once I’m riding his perfect dick.

“Condom?” he asks when I start to bounce on his fingers, letting out a series of ‘oh, oh, oh’s alongside my moans of enjoyment.

I shake my head. When we got together at the station, we both disclosed our negative STI statuses, and we acknowledged that we’re both on PrEP. Nothing has changed for me, and I trust that he’d tell me if anything had changed for him, too.

Still, I force my eyes open to look down at him and cautiously say, “Only if you want. I’m still good without.”

“I am, too. Just checkin’, though.”

“I appreciate that.”

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