Page 80 of Becoming His Perfect Daddy
“So?”
“Okay, so don’t think this is weird or anything. But Alex—you know, the guy I led that yoga class with—convinced me to come out tonight to get laid. And he actually made me a fucking ‘care package’ to put in my car in case I got lucky.”
I smirked and sat up, gasping. “Well, I’d say you did.”
Sam sat up beside me, throwing his head back as he laughed. “The luckiest.”
When he didn’t say anything else, I blinked at him. “Uh, so do I get to see what’s in this care package?”
Sam jolted. “Oh! Sure.” His eyebrows danced before he pushed away from me, standing up. I mourned the loss, but seeing him walk over to where we’d thrown his pants across the room was worth it. His ass was incredible—I’d totally been right at the yoga studio. And the club.
“Second drawer,” I called out as he was buttoning his leather pants, and he whipped around to find my gaze.
I nodded toward the dresser that stood a foot away from him. “Grab a T-shirt from my second drawer.”
His face emanated gratitude as he slid open the drawer and slipped a large black T-shirt over his head, hiding the sexy muscles in his back that I was definitely licking later. Then he turned back to me with a sparkle in his eye. “Be right back.”
Falling back on the bed, I listened as Sam made his way back through my dark house and out to his car. I soon heard the car lock beep, felt the air change in my house as my front door opened and shut, and smelled the unmistakable scent of Sam swirling in my bedroom as he hurried inside. Then he dropped a shoebox-sized cloth case on the edge of the bed before stripping off his clothes.
I watched him undress quickly, salivating as he revealed every beautiful inch of his body. When he was finished, I blinked out of my lust-induced stupor then scooted over on my knees and reached for the zipper that bisected the top. He playfully swatted my hand away as he sunk to the mattress, fully naked now. “Nope, I get to reveal the goodies inside.”
I snickered as he opened the bag himself and promptly pulled out a string of condoms. He moaned as I rolled my eyes. “Guess he wanted to make sure I was covered.”
I toppled over onto my side, laughing at his terrible joke. “Oh god. You’re so ridiculous.”
Sam tossed the orange foil string aside and dove back in, talking to himself in an unbelievably endearing way. “Nope, we don’t need that. Or that. Um . . .”
I climbed back on my knees, spreading them apart as I watched from a foot away. “Sam! The anticipation is killing me!”
He eyed me, his hands still rummaging around in the bag. “Wereallyneed to work on your patience, don’t we, boy?”
Fluttering my eyelashes at him, I clasped my hands between my legs and offered, in my cutest tone of voice, “No, Daddy.”
We both devolved into laughter then, until Sam shouted “Ah-ha!” and pulled out a bright red dildo sealed in its original packaging.
I gasped. “Holy shit!”
“Right?” He opened the box, tipped it over, then waved the plastic-covered silicone dick in the air. After tossing it on the bed in front of me, he moved his case to the nightstand and sat down, next to that thing. It wasn’t huge, but it was long and would require a bit of prep for me to be able to take it. “Think we can have some fun with that?”
I nodded vigorously. “Oh, fuck yes. Please.”
He reached for it, quickly peeling off the plastic and freeing our new friend. “I guess I already know you’re a bottom.”
I nodded, anticipation getting the better of me. Maybe Sam was right about being impatient. Ugh. “Absolutely. I prefer having things up my ass.”
He raised his eyebrows, handing me the silicone monster. “‘Things’?”
I grinned. “Yes. ‘Things.’ Things like dildos, vibrators, plugs—really anything that’s reasonably safe.”
“Holy hell.” He pinched the bridge of his nose before staring back at me, his eyes flashing. “That sounds like a challenge.”
“Oh no,” I deadpanned, stripping all inflection from my voice, “please don’t take that as a challenge, Daddy.”
He snorted and let out that musical laugh—deeper now than when I’d met him but still just as beautiful—and I joined in. We eventually ended up on our backs atop the pillows.
When we’d composed ourselves, he grinned over at me. “I never thought this would be so much fun. I mean, it’s all hot and you’re fucking sexy, but I haven’t laughed this much in years, either.”
I chuckled as my laughter subsided. “I know, right? Honestly, I haven’t either.” My face fell as I grew serious. “I mean, most guys are jerks. Even the ones who say they’re cool with being with a trans guy actually aren’t. Some want to sleep with us just to say they did, like we’re a notch on their bedpost. Others want to prove to themselves they can get us off. And other ones are just plain transphobic and run the other way.”
