Page 25 of Asher's Answer
We’re wandering through Walmart the day after Matt’s playdate, and as we coast down the baby aisle Charlie asks, as he always does, if there’s anything here I want. He watches me closely as my gaze flits to the bottles and then away.
I shrug. “I’m good.”
He stops the cart and gives methe look. My dick stirs in my jeans because it’s such a Daddy expression and it’s fucking hot. When he pairs it with a low, warning-laden, “Asher…” I need to shift my stance.
“I didn’t ask if you were good,” he adds, still not moving us further along the store, “I asked if there’s anything you want.”
My therapist -an awesome woman who has an intimate understanding of BDSM lifestyles- has been working with me to understand that there’s nothing shameful in my kinks or interests. I’m a consenting adult with a supportive partner who wants all the same things I do. My fears and hang-ups, while totally normal, are just that. Internal issues. Things I need to work through.
But I’m still struck by embarrassment as I stand here under the store’s fluorescent lighting, even though there’s nobody else in the aisle but Charlie and me.
Charlie’s expression softens and he reaches for my hand, squeezing it. “You’re my big, brave boy, remember. And I can’t be the Daddy you need unless I knowwhatyou need.”
His words help. This affirmation that he wants these things, too, but that he won’t push for things that make me uncomfortable. As Ted says, it’s a partnership. When I’m little, I still have responsibilities in that role. Charlie’s job is to take care of me, and mine is to let him know my needs. He’s not a mind reader, even if sometimes I feel like that’s what he’s doing. I’ve just been good at giving him nonverbal cues.
“I…” I take a deep breath, then eye the bottles again. “Can we give bottles a try?”
Charlie’s eyes light up, and he nods. “I have some at home,” he informs me, and I’m not surprised. He squeezes my hand again. “What about a new toy?”
“You don’t need to bribe me,” I tease, but I reach for a set of bath paints that have grabbed my eye and he laughs, setting them in the cart and kissing the top of my head.
“It’s a reward for being so brave.”
I might roll my eyes, but the praise warms me from the inside. And, later that afternoon, when I’ve been diapered and am snuggled up against Daddy on the couch, sucking milk through a bottle while he reads me a story before naptime, I feel like being brave is definitely worth it.
Chapter Twelve – Charlie
Ican’t stop thinking about Asher fucking me. We’ve spoken about it once -when I embarrassingly blew my load at the mere mention of it happening- but he hasn’t brought it up again and I don’t want to push him.
Our sex life is definitely not lacking. We’ve been together almost four months now, and he’s still like the freaking Energizer bunny. But tonight, as we’re rolling around the big king-sized bed in the master suite, playfully wrestling while we nip and tease with our mouths, I can’t get the idea out of my head.
Our cocks slide against each other, drawing moans from each of us, and I give in and reach for the bedside table. It’s another game we play: who’s going to break and beg first. From where he’s sucking a hickey into my clavicle, Ash chuckles.
“I knew it’d be you,” he teases, then bites at my pec, knowing that it drives me wild when he gets a bit rough.
The thing about this game? Nobody ever loses.
I laugh and grind my erection into him, smearing precum over his belly. “You cheated – you’ve been sending me sexy messages and making me hard all day.” Thankfully, Max is a good enough partner not to say anything.
“Sorry not sorry,” Ash squeezes my ass.
That’s as good a cue as any for me to blurt, “So are you ever going to live up to your promise and fuck me?”
He freezes for a moment, then reaches for my bearded jaw so he can look me in the eye, all trace of playfulness gone. He’s entirely an adult in this moment, and even though I adore all sides of him, this heated, sharp stare is super hot. “Are you sure you want that?”
It’s in this moment that I realize I haven’t been fair to him. I’ve been reminding him over and over that if there’s something he needs, he has to tell me…but I haven’t given him the same courtesy in response.
“Ash,” I tell him, my heart hammering in my chest, “I love you.” He inhales sharply. We’ve danced around those words and have never said them. “I’ve loved you since…God, I think since I met you.” I can’t pinpoint the moment, but I started falling hard from the second I locked eyes on his beautiful hazel pair. “There’s nothing I want more right now than to give you all of me and have all of you in return.”
“I love you, too,” he whispers, blinking back tears. It’s a huge deal for him -for us- and I wait for him to process this new development.
He peppers kisses over my beard and cheeks before softly connecting our lips, slowly moving our tongues together before lifting his hips up and rocking into me. We’re both still hard and leaking, and the kiss goes from languorous to hot and heavy before too long.
When we part for air, his hands are back on my ass. “I’ve never topped…” he confesses. “I won’t last. Especially bare.”
“It’ll be perfect because it’s you,” I insist. “We don’t need to set any world records tonight. Or ever.”
“But I want it to be good for you and-”
