Page 14 of Asher's Answer
“Baa,” I blurt at him instead.
Josh dissolves into a new peal of giggles and I throw my orange crayon at him.
“Chaaaarlie!” Josh complains.
It’s my turn to giggle.
Daddy tells us both to behave and we settle back in to coloring, but I’m too busy floating on air to really focus on what I’m doing.
* * *
“So,” I say later that night, after Josh has left and I’ve come out of my little headspace. We’re lying side by side in Charlie’s bed, even though I’ve been sleeping in my own. I haven’t felt ready to move into his bed, but now I can’t imagine going back to mine. There was a fundamental shift in our dynamic today, and we need to talk about it. “Little lamb, huh?”
Charlie grins and runs his hand through my curls. “It seemed like a suitable nickname.”
He’s been on cloud nine all night. I have my guesses as to why. Still, I can’t help sounding shy and insecure when I ask, “And…you’re okay that I called you…y’know?”
He arches an eyebrow. “Do I know?”
“Daddy.” I sigh, feeling the blush on my cheeks. I think I’ve blushed more in the last week than in my entire lifetime combined.Damn pale skin.“You’re okay that I called you Daddy?”
I squeal as Charlie pulls me snug against him and then rolls over me, grinding his obvious arousal against mine. “I’ve been hard since you said it,” he confesses, then kisses me until I’m writhing and breathless.
“Does that mean you’ll finally fuck me,” I smirk, “Daddy?”
I know I’ve hit my mark when his cock twitches against me, concealed as it is by the layers that separate us. I make a note to use this newfound information whenever and wherever I can.
“Language, little lamb,” Charlie teases back, but the rule only applies when I’m little and I’m definitely not feeling little right now, though we have fooled around during my little time, too.
“Baa-fucking-aaa,” I shoot back. He laughs and the sound goes straight to my cock. I arch my hips up against him. “But, seriously, I’m dying here.”
“We can’t have that,” he agrees before kissing me again, spearing his tongue into my mouth in a deliciously filthy kiss that feels like an imitation of what he’d like his dick to do to my ass. And I’m totally on board with that.
“Lube,” I beg as he pulls back and pushes up my shirt. It’s got Loony Tunes characters on it. He’d found it at Target in the men’s section, and I love it. But right now, it’s gotta go. His tongue and teeth tease my nipple and I cry out. “Fuck. Lube. Fingers. My ass. Now.” My breathing hitches when he moves to the other nipple. “Please Daddy.”
Ah, the magic words. They get him moving, leaning further over me to dig through his bedside table for lube and a condom. I use the advantage of this position to unbutton his jeans and pull the zipper down. His cock pushes the material of his boxer briefs out towards me and I palm him through the cotton, teasing over the damp spot where he’s dripping precum.
“Uh-uh,” he says playfully, moving out of my reach now that he’s got the supplies we need in hand, “patience.”
I want to complain, but I arch my hips up from the mattress as he makes short work of pulling down my pjs and the training pants he dressed me in earlier. I pull my shirt off and throw it in the same direction that he just tossed my pants. He sits back, resting his ass on his heels as he sweeps his heated gaze over my naked body.
Obviously he’s seen me naked before, but this time feels different. There’s no undercurrent of sweetness or of the cute, playful relationship between Daddy and his boy. This is all heat and longing. I take my hand to my cock and stroke it to tease him.
He groans and bats my hand away, replacing it with his. “This is mine, baby. You don’t get to touch it unless I say so.”
Fuckif that doesn’t make me go hot all over. And, with the way my dick jumps and leaks in his loose hold, there’s no hiding how much I enjoy it.
“You’d better get fucking naked soon,” I growl up at him, just before our mouths connect for another dirty, delicious kiss.
When he pulls away again, he smirks, still lazily stroking my cock. “Or what, Ash?”
“Or…” I try to think of a punishment I could throw his way, but his hand’s far too distracting, and I’m not the dominant one in our relationship. I don’t have any idea what sort of ultimatum I could give him. At least, not while I’m big. If I were little, I’d probably come up with something ridiculous that would have him laughing indulgently. “Or…ugh,” I drop my head back onto the mattress with a chuckle that morphs into a needy whine, “I don’t know. Just strip already.” Propping myself on my elbows, I look back up at him and bat my lashes. “Please Daddy? I’ve always wanted to watch a cop-themed strip tease.”
Charlie laughs and shakes his head, gesturing with his free hand to the soft cotton T-shirt and the tented boxer briefs he’s wearing beneath his open jeans. “Does this look like a uniform to you?”
“I have averyvivid imagination.”
He grins but releases my erection and shuffles backwards off the bed. Standing in front of me, he lifts the hem of his T-shirt and then whips the whole item over his head in a smooth move that has me questioning whether or not he actually has practice as a stripper. But then my eyes are drawn to his muscular chest, with its smattering of dark chest hair, and across to those insane biceps of his, then down the defined abs that put my lightly toned stomach to shame. He’s all hard ridges, where I have a little softness to my belly. With his jeans undone, they hang loose on his hips and the prominent V shape of his form dips directly into the waistband of his boxer briefs like an arrow directing me to the promised land.
