Page 6 of In Daddy's Care

“I change my mind.” Shane grabbed Soren’s hips and impaled him.

Soren gasped.

Shane didn’t give him time to think. He rolled again, keeping Soren held in place as he worked on his angle. Only when Soren’s expression turned to bliss did Shane set his pace. God, he felt too good. Even the alcohol didn’t dampen the sensation. Soren was so much smaller than him. Everyone was, but still. Shane hadn’t been prepared for how this would fuck with his head. This ass was just one more thing to add to the list of what Shane couldn’t resist about him. He would always know now how perfect Soren felt on his dick.

Soren’s hands ran up Shane’s chest. “You’re so beautiful.”

Something fell away in Shane. He couldn’t explain it. No one had ever called him beautiful. He was big and rough. People compared him to a lumberjack quite a bit, but never beautiful. Shane’s pace slowed. He lowered himself onto his forearms so hecould take the kiss he wanted. The air shifted. He felt too much and couldn’t stop. Soren’s fingertips dug into Shane’s shoulders. His breathing changed. Soren’s kiss turned desperate. Shane realized Soren’s cock was trapped between them in the perfect way. He had been so entranced, he had forgotten to think about anyone’s pleasure. Shane kept moving, rocking into Soren and following the sounds he made. The level at which he wanted Soren’s orgasm was off the charts. He needed it to happen.

Soren made an adorable sound. It vibrated around their entwined tongues. Then Shane forgot to breathe. Soren’s orgasm sent Shane careening over the edge. He couldn’t stop pounding Soren’s ass, savoring the way Soren’s body tried sucking him deeper. Rhythmic grunts burst from him as he rode out the powerful orgasm. He honestly wheezed for breath by the time the final wave passed. It might have been embarrassing if he could stop kissing Soren long enough for Soren to notice. He didn’t want their time to end. Shane worried—once their skin cooled—Soren would blush and run. So he didn’t let him cool. In fact, Shane vowed to keep him engrossed until the guy passed out from exhaustion. Only then would he rest. Tonight meant too much to him for embarrassment to ruin it. He needed this. It had been too long.

Soren wanted to sleep. He couldn’t stop staring at the wide expanse of shoulders of Shane on his side, dead to the world.He snored. A smile kept tugging at Soren’s lips at the sound. He couldn’t sleep even if someone knocked him over the head with a hammer. The entire past twenty-four hours had been surreal. For once, he had felt like he fit in completely. Then this. Even after the whole Shane forcing him to feel of his hard-on incident, Soren hadn’t dared to dream. Of course, Shane had been drunk. Soren’s smile fell. Maybe he should move to the couch.

With the tiniest of scooches, Soren inched toward the edge of the bed. Now that an intrusive thought had undermined him, he couldn’t let Shane wake up next to him—horrified. Soren wouldn’t survive that. He made it three inches before Shane’s massive arm shot out and hauled Soren against him again, snuggling him like a pillow. Soren bit back a huff. It didn’t seem he would get away.

One eye peeked open and focused on him. “Go to sleep.”

For some reason, that gruff demand had Soren’s smile returning. He knew Shane. Even if Shane regretted things, he wouldn’t show it. He wasn’t cruel like that. So Soren would just savor the moment of a fantasy come true. For the rest of his life, he would know this sexy man had lost control and fucked him. That was what it had been. This hadn’t been a seduction. Shane had taken him. Soren probably wouldn’t be able to sit tomorrow. He fought the urge to cover his face.

Shane’s mouth touched his ear and then his neck. The light kiss turned to sucking. Soren’s eyes fell closed and a stuttered breath escaped him. “I obviously didn’t do my job correctly with you.” Before Soren could ask what Shane meant, Shane’s huge body covered him. He continued sucking Soren’s neck as his handfound its way between their bodies. It didn’t take much coaxing for Soren to go hard. It was Shane. Soren had always wanted him. Always would.

With their cocks held together in one of Shane’s giant hands, Shane pleasured them. Shane kept his face buried against Soren’s throat, freeing Soren to openly enjoy every second. He writhed and moaned, becoming someone different. Someone brave and sexual. His hips lifted, chasing Shane’s hand. Everything felt different and new. He was in heaven. This time, when he blew, it was like the last drop of energy he possessed drained from him. He barely had any cum left to give. Soren was half asleep when Shane cleaned his skin. The knowing, prideful, and evil chuckle that brushed his ears didn’t bother him at all. Shane should pat himself on the back. Soren was too exhausted to care how he looked. He just wanted to sleep in Shane’s arms.

Chapter Five

The wedding was everybit as beautiful as Soren expected after seeing the hotel and learning Shane had paid for the entire thing. Of course, it was equally possible he was so goddamn happy that everything looked twice as amazing. He had just never felt this way, and Soren didn’t know where to go with it. At the reception, Soren danced with so many people, he thought he might drop. It turned out Anna’s mom had been a ballroom champion and was over the moon to have someone to match her. Between the dancing, champagne, and food, Soren thought he might pass out as soon as they got back to the room. All thoughts of sleep had gone out the window the instant the door closed, and Shane’s mouth covered his. Now he fought to keep his head upright as Shane drove him home from the airport. He kept dozing off and jerking awake. Soren couldn’t recall the last time he had been this exhausted. He nearly cried in relief as his apartment came into view.

“I’d ask if I could come in, but you look half dead.”

“You can come in.” The offer popped from Soren, with no thought to his messy apartment or the weariness of his bones.

A sweet smile touched Shane’s lips, making it worthwhile. “I’ll carry your bags in for you.”

It would have been even nicer if Shane offered to carry him inside, but beggars couldn’t be choosers. He would take whatever help he could get. Just the idea of climbing the stairs made him want to puke. Soren also started to overthink things as he began the climb. A couple of years back, Soren had made the move from living above a Chinese restaurant to living above The Back Porch. It was a coffeehouse frequented by the gay community and owned by an ex professional football player. Several times before the move, Soren had brought his laptop in to use their Wi-Fi and get some work done while enjoying the pastries. His all-day patronage had made him friends, especially with the owner, Wrecker. The moment the upstairs apartment became available, Wrecker had offered him the place at a steal. It was much easier to use the Wi-Fi now. He had gotten lucky as hell, but still. It was a tiny place, and likely look even smaller compared to the life of luxury Shane had lived for the past twenty-odd years. He kind of regretted inviting Shane upstairs.

Still, he unlocked the door and switched on the light. The place was cleaner than he had let his imagination recall. So there was that. Unfortunately, the mess he hadn’t picked up before leaving was all his crayons, markers, and coloring books. They were a mess in a circle on the floor, practically mapping where he had lain while playing. Thankfully, Shane didn’t say anything.

Soren tried distracting him, nonetheless. “Thank you so much for this weekend. I had a blast and everyone was so nice.”

Shane set Soren’s suitcase and backpack by the door and then kicked it closed behind him. Before Soren had time to blink, Shane had swept him off his feet. “Bedroom.”

Soren swallowed at the growl in Shane’s voice. He pointed toward a nearby doorway. Shane headed that way with a muscle ticking in his jaw. He fascinated Soren. It was like he was this huge, barely leashed beast. That was a fanciful thought, he knew, but Shane could be incredibly sweet. But Shane could also be scary, and that made Soren so unbelievably hot. Things didn’t go exactly as expected.

Shane set him on the edge of the bed and went down on his knees. He removed Soren’s shoes. “Where are your pajamas?”

Soren motioned toward his dresser. “In the top drawer.” He watched as Shane crossed the room and searched the drawer, coming out with his brown bear onesie, before returning to Soren’s side.

Shane undressed him like he would a child.

Soren let everything happen to him. When he was down to nothing, Shane pushed, tumbling Soren onto his back. Then Soren’s dick was in his mouth. Soren’s eyes rolled back in his head. He had never been more on fire. Shane showed no mercy. The entire experience very obviously wasn’t about a shared moment. He wanted to get Soren off as quickly as possible. Thatwasn’t a problem. Exhausted or not, Shane’s mouth was out of this world. It took no time for the pressure beating at his crown to turn to ecstasy. Soren was shameless. He didn’t hold back his cries. He felt higher than ever. Soren really hoped Shane didn’t want him to return the favor. It would be way too obvious he had no idea what he was doing.

“Oh, wow. You really did that. Gold star.”

Shane laughed against his skin as he kissed his way up Soren’s body. “Let’s get you ready for bed, little one. You’re exhausted.”

Soren might have argued and offered to get Shane off if he wasn’t half dead while Shane dressed him. He wanted to thank Shane again for the weekend and drive home how happy he was. Unfortunately, the darkness swallowed him, and everything was gone.

Shane felt the tiniest blip of guilt as he tucked Soren into bed. He was out cold, and Shane knew it was his fault. Just like tonight, Shane had been incapable of giving Soren an ounce of peace since getting inside him that first time. He hadn’t expected to become an addict, but here they were. Even though his body ached, Shane wasn’t even sorry he wouldn’t get his. He would take what he could get.

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