Page 17 of Snuggle Bug

Not kissing your Daddy. What an insane proposition. I’d never be in a relationship with a Daddy if I didn’t want to kiss him. There’s something about the thought of an older man putting his lips on mine, a mature man who’s experienced so much of life, that it makes me feel as if he’s transferring his life experience to me, and blessing me with the holy host of his years.

My cheeks flush as I hear Greyson’s words.

I decide to confess what's weighing down my heart. "It broke my heart when you stopped tickling me earlier this year. I thought, I must’ve done something to upset Daddy. But you still cared for me in other ways, still cut my sandwich the way I liked, still cleaned my messes and bathed me. You didn’t even stop tucking me into bed at night. But you wouldn’t make me giggle like you did before. It hurt me. I wanted to be your tickle boy, the one who lost all inhibition when you put your hands on me. I never mentioned it because the last thing I wanted was to drive you away."

A pained look crosses Greyson’s face. He emits a raggedy sigh, then gnaws his lower lip. His right hand moves to his forehead, and he rubs it as he shakes his head in disappointment.

"I’m so sorry, baby boy. Daddy wanted to keep tickling you and making you laugh—he really did. But something stopped him. Daddy thought you were too innocent to understand."

I shake my head back and forth. "Your mistake was that you didn’t come to me with your truths. You weren’t open. You could’ve sat me down and told me exactly what you wanted to do."

"We’d fallen into a rhythm and I’d rather have put my own wants on the back burner to keep what we had going."

My fingernails dig into the pads of my digits. My eyes comb over Greyson’s face, mapping out every inch of his features, nose, and chiseled jaw. He looks exceptionally virile right now, and it reminds me of a quote in another novel I once read, that says that the better looking a man is, the more secrets he holds.

"Let’s not beat around the bush, Daddy. There’s no reason to lie. You know how hard I get when you play with me. In all ways."

"I thought you were having a mere physiological reaction. One a precious boy couldn’t help but have when his Daddy tickles him." Greyson pushes out a growly laugh.

Yes, I was. But it was also so much more. I craved Greyson, needed him, wanted him to untuck my hard cock and make me come.

I tug my hands away from each other, then poke Greyson's chest. "I sure wish you could've come to me with this earlier. Think of all the fun we could've had."

"You know I couldn’t." Greyson groans, rolling his eyes. "I was keeping your innocence intact—or whatever I told myself."

That’s when a novel idea reaches my mind.

Clearly, someone has to break the ice between us.

It ain't gonna be Greyson at least not right now.

All at once, I rise to my knees, turn to face him, and then pitch myself forward onto his body.

I burst into laughter, tickling Greyson under his armpits, my head rolling back, my locks of hair shaking in every direction. I give him the tickles that I’ve always wanted to for the past however many months.

Greyson roars, moving away from me, damn near swatting my bum. "Boy! What the hell has gotten into you?"

"I’m tickling my Daddy!"

I tickle Greyson some more. Each time I rub my fingers under his armpits, he pretends to grow cross, but he rolls with laughter.

"Oh, Daddy. You're so ticklish. We’re perfect for each other. No one can come between us or ever judge our love. Your loves are my loves, and my heart is yours."

Greyson heaves me onto the pillows, with my back pressed against them. He does what I just did to him. His fingers under my arms make me laugh, and my legs kick up, squeamish giggles tearing out of me.

"My tickle boy," Greyson growls, a vein pulsing in his forehead as his mammoth hands roam across my body. "Oh, gods. I must find a fatted calf to sacrifice on your altars. My boy is as silly as me."

That's when something else happens.

Greyson’s big shaft pokes between my legs. I look down, my eyes peering at his big, throbbing head under his PJs that mashes against mine begging for release under my onesie. His cock rubs up and down, twitching as it almost strokes mine, our bulges kissing.

"Our wees are kissing before we are, Daddy."

"That’ll have to change soon." Greyson smiles. "Won’t it?"

I pull my cock out of my onesie and beat it as fast as I can. "I can’t control myself. It’s going to happen. Please, keep your body right there. Don't move."

Greyson moves his right hand between my legs. He makes to take me between his fingers. But I come before he can.

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