Page 23 of Asher's Answer
Then he’s laughing, and then we’re kissing, and…fight? What fight?
“Watching you all angry is fucking hot,” I tell him, my hands scrabbling at his belt as he pushes me up against the nearest wall. “You get all loud and shouty and dominating…”
That’s also something to think about. Even a month ago, having him angry and shouting at me would have left me a sobbing, anxious wreck. But between therapy and the night at Ted’s, something has changed.
We always agreed to be equals in our relationship, but after that night, Charlie started confiding in me a bit more when he was struggling. And that made me feel like I was supporting him just as much as he was supporting me.
“You like me all dominating,” he acknowledges, his voice rough. Probably from all the shouting. Or because I’ve just wrapped my hand around his cock.
“I do,” I tell him with a shit-eating grin. “But sometimes I like to be a bit dominating, too.”
He chuckles and his voice turns indulgent. “Bossy, maybe.”
“Yeah, okay, I’ll take that.”
Charlie grinds into me, trying to get my hand to pump him. Because I have zero self-restraint, I do. “You’ll take my cock,” is his retort.
“Mmm,” I agree, then nibble at his earlobe, feeling big and bold enough to whisper, “but maybe one day you’ll take mine?”
I am not anticipating that he’ll come in my hand over that, but he does, swearing all the way.
“Holy fuck, Charlie,” I laugh, wiping my hand on his underwear because he’s already come in them. “What the hell?”
I mean, sure, it’s been a few days since the last time either of us came, but that was still unexpected.
Charlie’s not usually one to blush, but there’s a pink tinge to his cheeks. “You kind of hit on something I’ve been thinking about for a little while and I really liked it.”
My lips curve into a knowing grin. “You don’t say…”
“Shut up,” he laughs, shaking his head. “But, yeah, the idea of you fucking me is…” he gestures down to his pants, “that much of a turn on.”
“I’ll remember that.” The promise is full of heat and we seal it with a kiss that reminds me I’m still hard as steel.
“Let Daddy take care of that,” Charlie says, dropping to his knees in front of me.
And I do.
* * *
Playdates have become a consistent element of my life now. Josh is still my favorite companion, but I have to admit that I tend to go deeper into my little headspace when I’m with Emma or, surprisingly, Matt. Part of me occasionally wonders just how ridiculous it must look to an outsider to watch a forty-something tattooed, biker-looking dude and some preppy college-aged guy crawling around on the floor wearing diapers and sucking on pacifiers, but in Charlie’s house it feels natural and he always seems fondly amused to watch us play.
Matteo doesn’t have a Daddy, but Charlie told him he’s happy to be his caregiver during these playdates, too, which means he’s more comfortable letting go and falling into his little space. That makes me so proud of my Daddy. Whether he’s doing it for me, or just because he’s a natural caregiver, it doesn’t matter. It’s still selfless, because he and Matt don’t have the sort of bond that he and I do, but he still kisses Matt’s boo-boos and cuts up his meals and cuddles him on his other side during story time.
“Your Daddy’s the best,” Matt says as we stack blocks in the corner of the living room.
I look over and smile at Charlie, because I know he’s listening, even if he’s pretending to read a grown-up book. “Yeah, he is.”
“You’re lucky,” Matt says, only now he seems sad. His voice goes all tight and crackly. “I miss my Daddy.”
Uh oh. I’m not good with tears. Especially not when I’m little. I pat Matt’s big back and try to comfort him. “You’ll find a new Daddy,” I say, then, in case it’s not already clear, “but not mine.”
Charlie snorts and I look up again to frown at him. He’s got his nose back in that book.
Hmm.
Matt’s studying the yellow block in his hand like it has all the answers to life’s problems. “I know. But if I could have a Daddy, I’d want one as nice as yours.”
“I’m very lucky,” I agree. I’m not super deep in little space today and I’m glad because I feel like Matt needs someone to talk to. Where I’m at right now seems to be just right. “Have you gone looking for a new Daddy?”
