Page 48 of Part-Time Daddy

He tosses his shirt in my face. Snagging it before it can hit the floor, I swing it over my head, catcalling and whooping. Daddy shakes his head and then gives me a real show. His fingers dip under the elastic band of his pants, pulling a smidge to tease a peek at the rippled edges of his tantalizing V. He spins in place, shaking his ass at me before turning and dropping his pants to the ground with a flourish.

His dick, soft but still damn impressive, waves from between his legs as he kicks the material off. Clapping, I watch Daddy take a bow and then faceplant on the couch. “How’s this?”

“Mmm,” I praise, running a finger over his spine. “Sexy show? Naked Daddy on my couch? Finding it difficult to find something I don’t like about this.”

He turns his head to look at me. “If I’m doing this, then so are you. Lose the shorts.”

My clothes hit the deck before he finishes the instruction. Naked and hard as a rock, I grab the bottle of massage oil and climb on Daddy, planting my bare ass on the backs of his thighs. With a loud click, I drizzle a generous portion in squiggly lines all over his skin. The bottle falls to my side—closed so it doesn’t leak—and I run my hands through the slick liquid.

“Oh, baby bat. That feels…” Daddy’s words cut off, a long groan echoing around me.

Within seconds, his head falls to his crossed arms and his body submits to my tender ministrations.

SEVENTEEN

This isthe most confusing situation I’ve ever been in. Tanner’s slick hands dig into my back with strength I wouldn’t have guessed him capable of. Each twist of his fingers and knuckles works through my knots and sore muscles—ones I didn’t realize I had. My body melts into a puddle of mush, one square inch at a time.

Except for one particularly firm spot between my legs. While Tanner does his level best to work my muscles into submission, his erection slides against my ass. His bare chest brushes my lower back as he stretches to reach my neck and shoulders. My dick woke up the second my boy stripped for me and hasn’t done anything but grow thicker and needier for him with each touch.

See what I mean? Confusing as hell.

Have I ever been so horny and so relaxed at the same time?

No.

Any other time, I would have flipped us over, pinned Tanner between my body and the couch, and fucked him into oblivion. Which, to be fair, is still top of my mind, but I’m loath to ask him to stop.

It feels too fucking good.

“You’re so tight here,” Tanner murmurs, digging into a painful spot on my right shoulder.

A groan escapes. “It hurts so good.”

Tanner lets out a breathless laugh, sliding away from the tender spot to run his hands over my arms. “How are you feeling, Daddy?”

“Like Jell-O.”

Tanner pokes a finger at my middle. “There isn’t a jiggly spot on you,” he says around a giggle. “I’m glad you’re enjoying it.”

Tanner’s dick drags over my ass as he slides backward, his hands drifting to my lower back. Those talented fingers of his trace over the area, kneading closer to the swells of my ass. I bite my lips to stifle a smile at Tanner’s hesitant exploration, his fingers testing the limits of my ass and crack.

I’ve never been much of a bottom per se, but I enjoy an occasional finger or two. It’s cute how he’s quietly testing my limits.

On a rather brave pass, Tanner’s hands run the full expanse of my cheeks, spreading slightly to allow a single soft digit to run up the length of my seam. The fingertip is nothing more than a featherlight caress, glancing over my pucker. Yet, it’s enough to have the smallest moan float out of my chest, my erection swelling painfully against the towel I’m lying on.

“Oh,” Tanner says breathily.

“Does this still count as a massage?” I ask, stifling my amusement.

“Um…maybe.” Tanner swallows audibly. “Is-is this okay?”

Fuck it.

I’ve been waiting, trying to keep our relationship development on a smooth and steady track. Holding off on pushing us too far, too fast. But this boy is dancing all over the invisible lines I’ve drawn in the sand.

Rather than answer him, I push up on my forearms, toppling Tanner to the couch behind me. With an awkward twist, I land on my back, propping myself on the towel-covered arm of the couch so I can see him better.

Tanner’s on his knees, staring at me with wide eyes, his mouth parting as his gaze drifts, landing on my erection. Ever so slowly, I wrap my hand around my length, slowly jerking without intention.

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