Tuck & Run: A M/M Age-Play Daddy Romance (Club Deny Book 2)

by A. W. Scott

  “Don’t be cute. It only makes it worse.” I lead him down the block from the restaurant. Thankfully, there isn’t a ton of traffic out, though that’s also problematic since I need to catch a cab to get us back to my hotel.

  A sharp whistle sounds from behind me. I turn to see Tucker with his finger in his mouth. He looks shy for a moment before flashing me a smile.

  “I wasn’t going to wait all night for us to find one.” I feel the cab stop behind us. Reaching over, I open the door, urging him inside. After I climb in, I spit out my address to the driver.

  “That’s the address for the Madrigal Hotel. Why are you still staying there when you’ve been here a few months already?”

  My smile is devilish as I look over to him. “How did you know how long I’ve been here? Have you asked around about me?”

  He looks down at his hands. “I might have done some digging after Lewis mentioned your full name when he gave me the paperwork to fill out.”

  “To answer the question, the real answer is that I’ve been too busy. I might have been here for a while now, but I spend all of my free time at the club. I don’t, well, didn’t, feel a need to have a place of my own. Now, I might have to change my answer.”

  The cab pulls up to the curb of the hotel, the cabbie waving us off after I throw the cash through the window. I tug my Little One from the car, my excitement bubbling inside at the thought of getting him upstairs.

  “Slow down, Daddy,” he giggles behind me. A couple near the entrance turns to us, soft smiles on their faces. I nod to them before dipping inside.

  At the elevators, it takes all of my restraint to not lift Tucker into my arms to devour him then and there. “So I don’t lose it in the room, let’s get the base stuff out of the way. I’ll go first. I haven’t done a full scene with anyone since I’ve been here. I was tested when I was hired on, just like all the other Doms. Negative across the board.”

  “I haven’t had anything since the ex and before then it was a while even. I was tested because Miguel dragged in a doctor one day after I refused to leave work for an appointment.”

  “Gotta love him and Mateo. It’s like the same man in two different bodies.”

  He snorts a laugh. “Yeah, except my boss doesn’t own a sex club and isn’t a Dom. At least not openly. Whatever he and Aiden do behind closed doors is their business.”

  “I think they are more alike than any of us care to admit.” The door dings, letting us inside. I put us in the back corner after pressing my floor number.

  By some miracle, no one else steps in. Alone with him for the first time in over twelve hours, I immediately push him against the side of the elevator, my body covering his.

  “Daddy? What are you doing,” he says breathily.

  “I’m just sticking close to you. I don’t want you running off again.” Before he can argue, I grab his chin. My fingers tilt him to the side, exposing his neck fully. I run my nose up it slowly, my eyes closing as I groan.

  How can I crave him so much this soon?

  We’re so lost in the feel of each other that we don’t hear the door open behind us. “It’s time to get off.”

  “Yes! Please!” I smirk down at him, then spin to walk us out. He follows behind me, my pace rapid as I barely hold back from breaking into a run.

  I get the hotel door open as quickly as I can. I don’t want to spend another second without my body wrapped around his. My hands grab his hips as my mouth attacks his. I’m ravenous for him, the hunger I’ve felt since that first sighting of him months ago spurring me on.

  After a few minutes of getting my fill, I manage to pull back on the kiss. I look down at him, happiness welling within me at his blissful expression. I drop a soft peck to his nose.

  “Tonight, I’m going to give us both the release we’ve been wanting. I will care for you afterwards and pamper you the way I like to treat my partner. Are you ok with that?”

  “Yes. Very much.”

  “Good. Next time, we will be at the club and I will be focused on teaching. Tonight, I’m going to be a selfish bastard and take what I want.”

  Feeling emboldened, I bat my eyelashes at him. “What is it you want, Daddy?”

  “To be inside of you.”

  He nearly melts into the wall with the way I growl out the words, no trace of hesitation or joking to be found. He nods his head rapidly, his eyes dilating at the thought of us coming together.

  “Let’s get started shall we.”

  I guide him through the room and over to the bed. It’s not a large area, but it’s big enough for the bed, a small office area, and even a couch.

  I don’t give him time to glance at much before I run my lips down the side of his neck. My hands work to get his clothes loose. Giddiness bubbles inside of me with the feeling of being this close to the thing I want most - him.

  For his previous relationships, he was considered convenient. With this, I want him to feel like he’s more than that.

  “Focus on me, Little One. Don’t let your mind wander,” I say, my voice strong and sure as I keep him tuned into the present moment.

  My shirt comes off quickly, followed promptly by my pants. My Little One stares at me in awe, his own clothes still in place. Reaching over, I help him remove his clothing until we’re in the same state. In just our underwear, we stand staring at one another.

  Impatient with the building tension, I tug my underwear down swiftly, then his. Naked, I press my body against his letting him feel just how hard he makes me.

  “On the bed. I need you now.”

  He climbs into position, his delectable ass on full display with his knees on the bed and his face tucked down by his hands. He arches his back as I climb in behind him.

  “That’s it, baby. Show it off.” I squeeze his hips while leaning over to trail kisses down his back. He squirms, but otherwise manages to remain still.

  His breathing picks up and his hips start to push back into my erection, my sign that he’s aching to be filled. I’m just as desperate and needy.

  Reaching to the bedside table, I grab the lube and condom I stashed there when I moved into the room. Consent, safety, and exploration are the guiding principles of my life. Risking my health or the health of my partner isn’t an option.

  Wrapping myself up quickly, I take the lube and squeeze some between his cheeks. The cold liquid makes him jump, but I catch him with my free hand before he shifts too far.

  “Stay still, Little One. I need to get you ready.”

  He grumbles something intelligible, but returns to his original position. I coat my fingers, then proceed to work him open.

  It doesn’t take long to go from one finger to three, my boy eager and ready for me. Pulling my hand free, I line my cock up to his puckered hole.

  With a level of control I don’t truly feel, I guide myself inside of him. The grip of his hole around my head has me ready to spill before we ever get started. I squeeze my hands on his hips tightly as I hold still.

  “I’m not going to last long. You feel too good. I want you too much.” The words tumble out of me as I bottom out inside of him.

  “Please,” he wails. I’m not sure what he’s pleading for, but I intend to deliver it.

  Fevered excitement fills me at the first deep moan he gives when I pull out. Thrusting back inside gives me a similar sound.

  Driven forward by his vocals, I find myself timing my strokes to give me the best reactions. My Little One doesn’t notice, his body too lost to the pleasure I’m giving.

  In time, I feel my balls begin to draw up and that electric feeling shoots up my spine.

  I’m going to come.

  Reaching around, I move his grip from his length, then begin to stroke him in time with my thrusts. A few pulses later and he’s coming all over the bed and my hand. I smile into his shoulder, enjoying the feel of him squeezing me tightly.

  I come with a shout, my climax almost catching me off guard. I was eclipsed in his enjoyment to the point
that my own was no longer my focus.

  Our desire quenched, we fall into a heap on the bed. I pull the condom free, tossing it into the trashcan off to the side of the bed.

  Before I can think anything further, I wrap him in my arms and pull him close to my chest.

  The voice deep inside me tells me there’s no way I’ll ever be able to let him go after this. My emotions are too close to the edge for me to believe this might be like one of my previous Daddy and Boy relationships.

  Tucker is more.

  So much more.

  Chapter 14

  Tucker

  Four days ago I was sitting in my living room, surrounded by trash and feeling like my life was a mess. I was terrified that I would never find someone who understood me and the life I wanted to live.

  It’s not like you can put the things I wanted in a partner on your dating profile. Could you imagine it?

  Name: Tucker

  Age: Twenty-seven

  Looking for: Men

  Likes: A Daddy who will take care of me.

  There’s no way that would turn out bad. Yeah, that’s sarcasm. It would have been a disaster.

  Patrick walking into my life has been different than I ever thought it would go. It’s better in a way, since he’s already experienced in this life.

  Last night he was in full control, never waving. It wasn’t a scene though. It was one hundred percent the man I’m finding elicits emotion within me.

  That’s scary for me after being in a numb state. Patrick has the power to lead me in whichever direction he wants with his actions.

  I probably shouldn’t allow him the control, but most of how I’m feeling is self induced responses to how he treats me. He hasn’t forced me to do anything and I don’t see him doing so.

  “You going to make those copies or what? Some of us don’t get to take random days off.” The bitching of Franklin, the PA to one of the department managers registers through my daydreaming.

  “Sure. Go ahead. I’ll finish up after you.” I pull my papers from the machine, then step to the side. My phone chirps from my pocket.

  On the screen is a message from Patrick.

  Daddy: Are we still on for tonight?

  Before I left his place to get ready for work this morning, he asked me if we could have our first session tonight. I was nervous about the idea, but I agreed.

  Little One: Sure are. Should I bring anything with me?

  I’m waiting for his reply when I feel eyes on me. I look up to see Franklin staring at me with open disdain. I roll my eyes, then turn my eyes back to my phone.

  “Do you even do any work? You’re smiling into your phone with a dopey smile. I bet it takes you another half hour to make those measly copies.”

  “What the fuck crawled up your ass, Franklin?” He startles at my tone.

  “Wh-what are you talking about?”

  I push up from the table I’d taken a seat on while waiting for him to finish. Why he was even up here when I know they have a perfectly good copier downstairs is beyond me. The problem is his mouth and the fact that he thinks he can say this stuff to me.

  “I asked you what the fuck crawled up your ass. You seem to have some grudge against me and have since the day I started working here years ago. Can’t you see that nothing is changing? Maybe you should let whatever hate you have built up go. It really does nothing for you to walk around with that sour face all the time.”

  He scoffs, preparing to rip into me. I can see it in his eyes and the way he pushes closer toward me as if he’s going to try to intimidate me.

  “Mr. Sheffield. I imagine you are needed on your floor by now. You know where it is, correct? It’s the one with the functioning printer.” Miguel stands in the doorway of the supply area where we were making copies. The room is tucked away from his office space, meaning he got up and made the trek over. I must have really been in la la land before Franklin said what he did if Miguel came looking for me.

  “Yes, Mr. Stryker. I was just finishing up.”

  “By trying to insinuate something about my friend and assistant. No, I think you were being an asshole. I suggest you leave now before I decide to restructure the company.”

  Franklin hightails it from the room with a speed I haven’t seen before.

  “You didn’t have to go all scary boss on him. He’s just trying to intimidate me. He’s wanted to work under you for a long time.”

  “Well, if he could get a better score on his yearly eval, then maybe he’d get to leave the wading pools of lower management. Are you ok? I came in here to check up on you when it was taking you a while.” The concern in his voice reminds me that I have more people caring for me than I used to think.

  First, Lewis shows up to my house and drags me out to eat. And now, Miguel is checking on me when all I was doing was daydreaming about the next time I can be with my Daddy.

  “Sorry about that, boss man. I got a bit lost in my head. I’ll do better.”

  He smiles at me. “What did you get lost in your head about? A particular someone maybe?”

  I roll my eyes as I finish up the copies. Handing them to him, I walk past him. He follows closely, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

  It’s funny what a person can change in you. Aiden had turned Miguel into the man I always knew he was behind that tough demeanor. My boss hid behind harsh words and a bored attitude. What he really needed all along was someone to give him something other than work to obsess over.

  “You aren’t going to answer me?” I shake my head no, as my lips fight the smile it wants to break free. He grabs my arm with his free hand. We’re a few steps from my desk and his office, but I’m not close enough to slip into my chair.

  “How can I help you, Mr. Stryker?”

  “Oh, don’t you get all business professional with me. We haven’t been on that level for years. Now, what you can do is tell me if you’ve gotten involved with someone in our circle of friends. I know enough about you to know that you only keep things that are really important close to the vest.”

  I let out an exaggerated breath. “Fine, I’ll tell you. Yes, I’m seeing him. Yes, it’s exclusive. That’s all I’m giving.”

  He nods to me. “I can accept that. But tell me one thing,” he says as he waits for my eyes to meet his. “Are you happy? Because I don’t care about anything I’ve heard or anything I know. All of it is minuscule if you’re finally, truly happy, friend.”

  Pausing to think it over, I stop myself from giving my generic answer. I’ve thrown out ‘I’m fine’ more times than I care to admit over the last few weeks. Each and every time it wasn’t true. This time I can give him a truthful, more confident answer.

  “Happiness isn’t what I would call it. I feel hopeful. I feel energized. There’s something new and exciting building. I feel better than I did before this all began, but only time will tell if the happiness stays or if this is a shiny new object situation.”

  “Shiny new object,” he questions with a smirk.

  “Yeah. You don’t remember being a kid and seeing a toy at the store? You’d give your parents the best spiel in the world to get them to buy it for you. On the way out of the toy store, you’d see something shinier and immediately feel like your toy was no longer the best thing around.”

  “Tuck…”

  “I’m not saying that this is what we have. I’m just recognizing that sometimes relationships can be like shiny objects for certain people. My happiness is reserved for when I can say with absolute certainty that I’m not his shiny new toy.”

  “Understood. Let me know when you figure it out, ok?”

  “Sure thing, boss man. Let’s get back to work. All this bonding is too much for me.” I shiver, making him break out into a laugh. A year ago he’d never have done that. I smile at him, then sit at my desk while he goes into his office.

  The rest of the day is pretty simple compared to the conflict of the morning. We have a few meetings planned for later in the afternoon that go well
. I made sure to schedule enough time between for Aiden to come visit Miguel in his office.

  We’ve made it a standing appointment during the week now. Aiden comes up, a bright smile on his face. He waves to me, then goes inside.

  I have no idea what happens behind the door, but somehow the boss man convinces him to have a little naughty office time. Aiden always walks out a little more wrinkled and with a bit of a sway to his step as opposed to when he comes in.

  Thankfully, I have access to the overhead system. I turn the volume of the music up a bit to cover any heavy panting there might be. The first time I wasn’t prepared. I’m all for freedom of expression and sexuality, but even I don’t need to know what my boss sounds like when he comes.

  Today played out the same as it always does, only this time Miguel came out with Aiden. I lean over to turn the music down as they both give me a strange look.

  “I just enjoy the sound. It really helps me focus.” I don’t elaborate, and instead look down to my notes while they snuggle for a moment before Aiden leaves.

  Miguel turns back to me, his tie gone and the first few buttons of his shirt still undone. “The music isn’t to help you focus. How many times?”

  “Just the once. I didn’t want to say it in front of Aiden since he might get embarrassed. I’m not going to cock block my boss. That’s the quickest way to get fired.”

  “I wouldn’t fire you because you overheard me in a private moment. This isn’t the most soundproof space for such activities. I can’t seem to help myself though. Something about -”

  “Boss man, you know I adore you right?”

  He grins. “I have a good idea. Why?”

  “I won’t like you as much if you begin to go into detail about Aiden. I like him a lot, but I already know too much. I’ll keep the music as a cover and continue to schedule your dates.”

  “Deal. Oh, and I need to pick a week to go on vacation soon. I want to take him away for a bit. You’ll get the time off as well since there won’t be anything to do. You can plan it for when you think it’s best.”