by R. Phoenix
As it sat smoothly on his slender body, I took a step back, just taking him in. Beautiful wasn’t even a strong enough word to describe him.
Stunning? Breathtaking? Those didn’t even seem to come close.
“Daddy?” Micah asked.
It pulled me from my thoughts, and I met his eyes. “Yeah, baby?”
“Do you— Do you like it?” He was so nervous.
I couldn’t help myself. I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him tight to my chest and kissing him deeply. My hard cock rubbed against his, but I didn’t pull back. Instead, I showed him what exactly he did to me.
“You’re the most beautiful man on earth, Micah. I’m half a second away from just taking you on this table, and the only reason why I’m not doing it is because I can’t look and fuck at the same time. Not when you’re looking like this. Oh, and I want to enjoy it a bit longer, just seeing you in this, seeing how beautiful you are.”
He nodded against my shoulder, so I lifted him off the changing table, then turned him around until we stood in front of the huge mirror we had in the nursery.
“Open your eyes, my sweet baby.” I wrapped my arms around him, holding him tight to my chest. I was still fully clothed, which added to the thrill.
Micah slowly raised his head and looked at himself. Our eyes met in the mirror and I noticed the moment he really took himself in.
His breath hitched.
“Do you see yourself?”
Micah nodded.
“Do you want to know what I’m seeing?” I asked him quietly, my voice just above a whisper.
He shivered in my arms.
My breath touched his bare shoulder, where the lace didn’t cover him, and I spoke without waiting for an answer. “I see the most beautiful boy. His eyes are so deep, I think I fell halfway in love with him the moment he stared at me. They made me totally lost as to why he was in that bar. Then I see a body, slim and perfect and covered in a present I gave you. Something I picked for you, to show you how much I love you. It shows how much of a man you are, from your stomach to your chest and arms — and your hard cock.” I touched him, highlighting each body part I was talking about.
When I reached said cock, stroking him through the lace, he shivered again.
“And I want nothing more than spending my life making you happy, giving you pleasure and showing you how much you mean to me. And looking at you, knowing you are mine, and mine alone.”
As I finished, Micah’s eyes met mine again. He reached up, tugged that stubborn lock of hair that always fell into his face behind his ear and smiled shyly at me. “It’s beautiful, Daddy. You’re right.” His voice was quiet, but I heard him.
“You are beautiful. And this,” I touched him again, simply because I couldn’t keep my hands away, “highlights this beauty.”
“I don’t even know what to say, Carter.” He rarely used my name, but this time, he did. I didn’t miss it.
“Don’t say anything. Or agree with me. Daddy is always right.” I grinned at him, trying to lighten the mood.
“If you say so…” He stared at himself.
I could see that he was still doubting, and it made my heart ache. I wished he could see himself the way I saw him. “I do say so,” I told him firmly, kissing his throat.
He tilted his head to expose his neck to me, and I kissed him again and again. His ass finally started moving, grinding against me, and I swallowed a moan. We needed to move this to the bedroom, because my restraint was running thin. I needed to be inside of him, show him how much he made me lose my mind.
“Come on, baby. Let’s lie down.”
But Micah shook his head, biting his lip. “Stay here? Make love to me… where you can see us? Where I can see?”
I nearly swallowed my tongue, then I nodded. “Stay here. Hands on the mirror.” My voice was rough and deep, giving away how much I loved the idea.
Micah’s eyes met mine.
“You want me clothed or naked?”
He swallowed visibly while I searched blindly for something to use as lube. “Clothed, Daddy. Please.”
I nodded and kissed his shoulder again. “Whatever my baby wants.” Pulling the baby oil I’d found in the dresser out, I got my cock free before it would forever have imprints of the zipper. Releasing a breath of relief, I snuck my hand under the bodysuit, cupping his ass.
It was tight, but I managed to find his hole and as Micah spread his legs, I could circle it. First, I rubbed over it with dry fingers, then I managed to add lube and tease him properly.
He was ready, so ready, already moaning when my fingers touched his entrance, begging me without words to take him.
I wanted nothing more than to do just that, but I would take my time. I opened him up slowly, getting him ready to take me, until his legs were trembling and he couldn’t even form a coherent sentence.
The unmistakable smell of precum filled the air, and I knew he wasn’t far from coming. My other hand cupped his cock through the lace, rubbing him.
“Daddy, please. I need you.”
“I know, baby. I’ve got you.” I kissed his shoulder again, then moved the lace to the side so I had access to his ass. “I love you so much, my baby.” With those words, I moved into him, taking him slowly. He needed a bit to get used to me and by the time I was fully seated in him, we were both panting heavily.
My fingers were wet where they lay on his shaft, and my own orgasm was lurking just beneath the surface. It was ready for a moment of carelessness to take over and send me careening over the edge.
He held himself up against the mirror, his eyes locked on mine. “Do you see how beautiful you are?” I asked.
“No.” He paused, but before I could speak, he continued, “But we’re beautiful. The two of us, together.”
I didn’t have any words to add, so I just nodded and then began moving. Slowly but surely, getting both of us to an orgasm we needed so much.
Micah’s ass was gripping me tightly, and as I continued to rub his leaking cock, I felt him getting tighter and tighter. “Daddy, I’m going to…”
I nodded. “Yeah, come for your daddy, my baby.” I closed my eyes, buried my face against his shoulder and held myself back as his ass squeezed my cock even more. With a moan that went straight to my balls, he came, covering the bodysuit and my hand with his cum. I lost all grip on myself, following him right over the edge. Coming deep into him, I shuddered as I sank against him.
Micah was still holding himself up, but his legs were trembling, and he was breathing hard.
“Come on, baby. Let’s lie down to cuddle,” I finally said before pulling back. I took his hand into my own and gently tugged as I took a step toward the door. “Do you want to take that off?”
He shook his head, still looking dazed, and followed me, staying close on my heels as we went to the bedroom. He was messy, but the bodysuit could be cleaned — thankfully, because he was going to be wearing that thing much more often if I had anything to say about it.
“I love you,” Micah said, pausing in front of the bed and turning to kiss me deep.
I ran my hand down the back of his neck then to his lower back, keeping him close. “I love you too,” I reassured him. “So, so much.”
“But I think I need some sleep,” he said, a rueful smile on his lips. “Someone wore me out.”
“Snowflake?” I teased. “The dogs at the shelter?”
Micah rolled his eyes. “Yes. The dogs. Just them.” He pulled free so he could slide into bed under the covers. “Daddy? Are you coming?”
There was a needy tinge to his voice, and I followed immediately. Pulling him into my arms, I cuddled him close to me, mess and everything. I’d just clean him up later.
This was where he was supposed to be. Maybe it was high time to make it more permanent. Not that Micah wasn’t already basically living with me anyway, but I wanted more. I wanted everything.
Chapter Two
Micah
Carter was going to kill me. Definitely. Or fin
ally go through with the spanking he’d threatened me with, but never went through with — no matter how much I tried to get him to. We’d talked about it, but even though we agreed to try it, I hadn’t yet gotten it. And I’d sometimes been a brat, testing him.
Apparently, Carter loved it. The way he sometimes sounded, I couldn’t do anything wrong, though I was pretty sure this would be too much. So he’d either spank me or kick me out forever, considering what I’d done.
What I brought with me.
I didn’t even live here, and I was already showing up on his doorstep with an occupied cat carrier in my hand. I rested my head against the door, lifted the carrier and made a face at the cat who meowed insistently at me.
“I know, I know,” I told the orange tabby.
Creamsicle let out another indignant meow, voicing his displeasure rather loudly.
“You’ll be out of there soon,” I promised.
At least… I hoped he would. There was a good chance Carter was going to outright refuse to let me have a cat at his house, and I couldn’t say I’d blame him. There was a chance, too, that Snowflake would freak out if I tried to bring another furball into his personal space. We knew he didn’t react well to other dogs, but we’d never dared test him with cats, afraid he’d love them enough to eat them. I had to hope that wouldn’t be the case.
I had to hope Carter was going to let him stay.
I set the carrier down and fumbled with my keys. I unlocked the door and grabbed the cat again, trying to shush him. I wanted to at least have a chance to introduce Carter to the idea of getting a cat before Creamsicle decided to give away his presence.
“Daddy?” I called out before whispering, “You’re not going to make any noise. Got it?”
The cat stared at me, green-gold eyes fixed on mine as his tail swished.
“Good,” I mumbled. “Good.”
“In here,” Carter called out from the kitchen.
Creamsicle meowed.
“Shh!” I hissed. Freaking cat. I glanced up, relieved Snowflake was outside, and headed to the kitchen.
“Hey, Daddy,” I said, wiping the sweat from my palms onto my pants and walking up to him.
He pulled me into his arms, kissing me sweetly, and I melted against him. “Hey, baby. Welcome home.” He smiled, and I got a thrill both out of the words and that smile. “Dinner’s almost ready.”
“Smells good,” I offered. Pork, apples… other things.
“I have to leave in about an hour,” he told me. “Classes tonight.”
“I have plenty of homework to keep me busy.”
And we both knew I’d pop my paci in my mouth to help me focus while I worked.
He kissed me again, and this time, his hand slid down to my ass, pulling me tight against him. Maybe we could squeeze in some fun before—
Meow!
The pissed-off sound couldn’t be mistaken for anything than from a cat. I drew back a little, even swearing under my breath. Why did he have to do that now?
Carter arched a brow at me, slowly letting me go. “Why is there a cat in the living room?” he asked, his voice mild.
Too mild? Was he pissed off? Or not at all? He’d surprised me time after time, showing me he wasn’t at all what I expected, but bringing a cat home without warning was something else. I hadn’t even managed to broach the topic of getting a cat to see what he’d think, damn it. No, Creamsicle had to give me away.
“Because I brought it home?” I asked more than said, my voice small.
“Uhh… and why did you bring it home?” Carter still sounded calm. That might change at any moment, though.
I swallowed hard, glancing in the direction of the living room. “Because he’s an asshole,” I whispered, aware that that sounded like a terrible reason to adopt an animal. “He hates almost everyone except for me. No one wants adult cats as it is, and it’s hard to give him a home when he scratches the people who try to pet him…” I trailed off, not really knowing how to explain it.
How to convince Carter to keep him.
“And you brought home an asshole cat why exactly?” Carter still didn’t sound too mad, just curious.
Was that a good sign? Could I dare to hope he’d allow me to keep him?
“Uhh… Because he was returned twice? And I thought… they talked about him not being adoptable, and I didn’t want…”
“You thought he could live here, right? Because we need a cat that no one can touch?”
“I can touch him.” I debated pouting a little, mostly because Carter liked it, but partially because I didn’t know if it would help my case. I should’ve at least asked, but wasn’t it better to ask for forgiveness than permission?
“You can,” he repeated. “And what if he scratches me? What if he scratches Snowflake?”
I squirmed. “Well…” I looked helplessly between the door and Carter, trying to figure out how to explain the plans I’d had. They’d gone completely out the window once the cat had started meowing, and now he was doing it again. Of course he was. When I needed him to be well-behaved, he was going to make a jerk of himself.
Then again, that was nothing new.
“He doesn’t try to scratch people unless they try to touch him,” I said slowly. And I’d mostly just been hoping he and Snowflake would magically get along, which didn’t sound like a great thing to say either. So I pouted. “He’s small. Snowflake is huge.” I added a quivering lip, unsure if I was being cute or manipulative — or both. “I mean, it’s not like Creamsicle can eat him or anything.”
“Cream… Creamsicle. You’re messing with me, right?”
I’d gotten good at reading his expressions, but right now, I wasn’t sure what he thought. I shook my head. “No, I swear. It’s because he’s… you know… orange and white? I didn’t name him. He probably hates the name, too. Maybe that’s the reason he’s always in a bad mood. I’d be mad if my name was Creamsicle too.” I peered up at Carter, my eyes a little wider than normal — I was getting too good at this brat thing, and it was all Sean’s fault — as I offered, “You can rename him…”
Carter sputtered. “Me?”
“Yeah?” Batting my eyelashes, I tried to look innocent… and most likely failed.
“Why me? It’s your cat.” His calm was still unnerving.
Your cat.
My cat? Did that mean he was going to let me keep him?
Hopefully, I inched closer to him, resting my hands on his hips. “I figured… If we could keep him, you could give him a new name?”
Like he knew we were talking about him, Creamsicle kept meowing.
“Asshole,” I mumbled. “Not you,” I hurried to clarify. “The cat.”
Carter chuckled. “I know it’s bad when you’re the one calling him an asshole.”
I blushed. I didn’t usually cuss, but some words really were just appropriate. And for that cat…
Maybe it had been a mistake, but I couldn’t just leave him in the shelter. “Maybe? I mean, I don’t know how he’ll behave once he’s been here for a while…” Yeah, that sounded really convincing. I might need to work on my tactics to convince Carter.
Carter sighed deeply. “I should have expected this, right? Did you at least bring food and all that?”
Did that mean… “Really?”
“Have I ever said no to you?” Carter’s lips twitched.
I flung myself at him, hugging him tightly. “Thank you, Daddy. Thank you so much. I love you!”
“I hope you don’t just love me because you can keep the asshole cat.” He hugged me back, his lips seeking mine.
I kissed him, softly and sweetly. “Nah. I also love you because you got me a dog.” I giggled as his hand landed on my ass, not hard enough to hurt, but enough for me to feel it. The first time he’d done it, I feared I’d crossed a line. Now that it happened more frequently, I knew it was just because I was being a brat. I loved it, even if we only talked briefly about it in guarded terms.
“Sean’s gonna be aw
fully disappointed when you get yourself grounded,” he told me. His voice was stern, but I could see the way his mouth twitched into a smile.
“Well…” I squirmed, trying to ignore the way my cock seemed to think the smack on my ass was completely appealing and not quite succeeding. “Technically, it’s all his fault.”
Carter quirked a brow at me. “Oh, I can’t wait to hear this.”
“I didn’t even know I could be a brat until I met him,” I said cheerfully. “So it’s all his fault, and he should be grounded, not me.”
“But then you still wouldn’t get to play with him.”
I bit my lip. “Well, then… he needs to be punished in other ways. Yeah, you need to talk to his daddy and tell him that he needs to be punished if I’m a brat.”
Carter laughed out loud, then stole another kiss. “I don’t think it works that way, baby. But I like this side of you way too much, so I won’t get Sean in trouble. And—”
Creamsicle meowed very, very loudly, sounding very, very pissed.
I sighed. “I know, I know,” I called in the direction of the hallway. “I’m so mean for leaving you in the carrier!” I gave Carter another kiss then wriggled out of his arms, beckoning for him to follow me. “This may not go great,” I admitted. “But he’s probably just going to freak out and go hide.”
Probably.
Or he would launch himself at Carter like he was a tree. Hopefully he wouldn’t attack him like he did with the last volunteer. That’d been nasty, and it had resulted in a few stitches for the poor guy. This had to be better, because otherwise I didn't have any chance of convincing Carter to keep him. He’d said yes already, but he could always change his mind. I really didn't want to have to stand up to Carter and ask him to keep a cat he didn’t like in his own house.
Carefully, I opened the carrier and Creamsicle jumped out immediately. He turned his golden eyes to Carter, sizing him up. Whiskers twitching, he stared at him, the fur on his neck slowly rising and his tail twitching. Uh oh.
A low hiss sounded through the room, then he backed away slowly.
The cat. Not Carter.
Carter seemed to be undecided whether to be annoyed or to just sigh and accept the new animal. He settled for sighing. “Come to the kitchen. He’s going to want some time alone to explore. I hope he’s not going to scratch the couch.”