My Perfect Fit: A M/m Age Play Romance (Pieces Book 2)

by M. A. Innes

  “I know, Baby. We’re not done yet.” Giving his ass another firm swat, I started moving him out of the kitchen. “Upstairs, Baby.”

  He moaned, shaking his head a little. “We’re not done?”

  “We are nowhere near done.” Not by a long shot.

  With wobbly legs and a stunning erection, he made it up the stairs faster than I expected. I loved watching his ass move in those pants. Knowing that it was naked under them, waiting for me, had me leaking precum into my boxers. I was going to have a wet spot on my pants if I didn’t get naked soon.

  Once we were back in the room, I locked the door. I wasn’t going to take any chances. “Let’s get you naked, Baby.”

  Walking over to him, I could see that just being in here was getting him more worked up. He was only wearing the track pants so it didn’t take long to have him gloriously naked except for the sexy jock strap.

  “No more underwear or boxers for you. From now on it’s only these or your diaper. Do you understand?” I wanted to be able to look over at him and know his bottom was always open to me. Something about that was so damned sexy, I had to adjust my cock because it was starting to poke out of the top of my pants.

  “Nothing else?” Bryan looked slightly confused and lots turned on. Did he like the idea of being constantly ready for me too?

  “Nothing. Jock or diaper, that’s it.” Time to spell it out. “I want to know that all I’ll have to do is pull down your pants and I’ll be able to touch you and kiss you and play with your bottom.”

  He stood there, his mouth open, looking at me.

  “Do you understand?” I walked around him looking at his sexy body on display for me. I didn’t feel bad about my slightly crazy, possessive behavior. He wanted to belong to me.

  “Yes, Daddy.” It came out hesitantly and I could see his mind working but he didn’t say no so I knew he wasn’t as against it as it might have seemed.

  “Good boy.” His ass was a work of art. Full and round, and even though his little hole was hidden right now, just knowing he was stretched and ready for me was incredible. I was going to jerk off to this image for years. He was perfect.

  Coming up behind him, I wrapped my arms around his chest. Running my hands over his nipples and down his torso, I carefully cupped the front of his jock. “My boy’s still hard and ready.”

  He moaned and lost the battle to behave. He thrust into my hands and started begging. Pleas for more and to touch him harder tumbled out as I rubbed myself against his ass. “Naughty boy.”

  He shuddered and a sexy whine escaped. Leaning back against my chest he tried to stop but he couldn’t seem to do it. “I’m sorry. I need…I need…please.”

  He couldn’t have been more perfect.

  “I think my boy needs a spanking. He’s forgotten how to behave. Does a good boy beg to have his special places touched like that?”

  Bryan looked like he couldn’t decide if he wanted the spanking or not. He knew how good it would feel, but he could also guess that there was no way he’d be able to behave. Stretched out over my lap, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from grinding himself on my legs. But we were going to do it differently this time.

  A blush started creeping up his face again and he lost the battle to keep himself still as he started shifting back and forth wiggling. “I’m sorry.”

  I rubbed my cock against his bottom, then gave it a firm pat. “I know, but Daddy’s going to have to spank you now and make your bottom all red before he can make love to you.”

  He looked like he didn’t know what to say. Sorry wouldn’t quite be the truth, and he was so aroused thinking had to be hard. Luckily, he didn’t have to worry about anything or make any decisions. That’s what he had me for.

  “Over to the bed. There’s a good boy.” I loved the way he bit his lip and fought not to shiver. The reminder about who we were together always pushed him closer to the edge. One of these days, we were going to see if I could get him off just using words.

  “All right, lean over and put your hands here. Very good.” I let my hands wander over his body, positioning him and teasing him. “Now push your bottom out so I can give you your spanking. A little more. That’s perfect. See, now you can’t get in trouble by rubbing your special places on Daddy’s lap.” I tried to say it like I was very pleased that I’d figured out the solution, but there was no hiding my arousal.

  Hands braced on the bed, legs spread with his bottom sticking out, he was like one of the characters from the books we’d been reading. Sure, I preferred having him over my lap, but there was something about seeing him stretched out and open for me that was so damned hot.

  It should have occurred to me before, but the way his jock framed his ass made it scream out for a spanking. Watching him quiver and try to be patient made the picture even more beautiful. He was so needy and so ready, but he was willing to wait until I let him come.

  God, he’d given me such trust. He was incredible.

  “That’s my good boy. Now I’m going to spank you. I’m going to make that pretty bottom all red so you remember to make better decisions. Begging Daddy for special touches was a no-no. As long as you behave, then it will be time to make love to you. Do you understand?” Feeling the way his muscles tensed and shook under my hands made me want to keep going. He may have thought the dirty baby talk was silly but his body couldn’t get enough.

  Running my hands down his back to his ass, I moved to the side so I could give him what he wanted and probably what he needed. “Push your bottom up a little bit more. Daddy needs to see every part of his sweet baby.”

  Little whimpers escaped and I knew he wanted to hide, but he arched his back and pushed his bottom out even further. Now everything was on display from his plugged, sexy hole to his cock still trapped by the fabric. Oh yeah, no more regular underwear for him. Deciding that the plug might make his spanking a little too difficult to handle, I carefully eased the toy out as he moaned and pushed back towards it. My baby liked his toy.

  Setting it on the nightstand, I brought my hand down, giving him the first swat. He tensed and shook. The sounds he made were beautiful. There was always so much need in him and it was only at times like these that he let it come out. It was so hard to believe sometimes that this was the same person who only weeks ago had left me so confused.

  Watching him squirm and fight not to beg as I continued the spanking was incredible. I loved feeling him wiggle on my lap, but being able to see it all like this was just as arousing. Being able to move around, touch him, give him little kisses…it made for a very different kind of spanking.

  When his bottom was nice and pink and his arms were shaking so badly, I knew I would lose him to subspace if we went any further, I slowed down and started caressing him. He was warm and as much as the rest of his body seemed tense and hard, his bottom was relaxed and open, ready for whatever I wanted to give him.

  Perfect sweet sub.

  He couldn’t be a more perfect fit for me. Evidently, I’d never known what I needed.

  CHAPTER 14

  Bryan

  Daddy’s hands smoothed over my bottom and I couldn’t decide if it made the heat better or worse. The sensations flooded through me, and it was all I could do to stay still. What I wanted to do was crawl all over him and beg him to take me. He had to be ready soon. Right?

  The idea that I might have to wait even longer before I got to come…before I got to feel him inside of me again made me crazy. I couldn’t decide if it was a bad thing or not. Knowing that he was in charge and could use me for his pleasure was so damned hot.

  It made me want to kneel in front of him and beg or curl up in his lap again and ask Daddy to touch my special places. I wasn’t supposed to beg. Good boys waited for their daddies. I wanted to be good for him, but I wasn’t sure I could any longer. Everything was starting to get kind of fuzzy around the edges and I just wanted to sink into the pleasure.

  The spanking…not being able to come…having him feed me b
reakfast…that ridiculous straw and cup…everything he did to care for me made me crazy. It felt like all it would take was one more naughty word or one little touch and I would explode. I couldn’t. Daddy had to give me permission. Just that thought was hot enough to make me come, so I tried to push it back.

  “Shh, that’s my baby. Are you ready? Shh.” His words were warm and deep but it was too hard to think. Little needy noises were escaping, I couldn’t stop them. I was trying to be so good.

  Did he ask me something?

  “Are you ready for me, Baby?” His hands were exploring my bottom and I could feel his fingers as they traced the edges of my jock, still cupping my trapped har—my special place. My body probably tried to blush but that seemed to require more effort than it could muster.

  “Daddy…Daddy…yes…” My back arched and I found myself trying to press myself tighter into his hands. “I’m sorry. I just…I…I just…Daddy…”

  I couldn’t make the words come out. I knew what I wanted to ask and beg for but I couldn’t make my mouth work. All I could do was moan and call for him. But that was evidently enough because I felt him ease down the straps that wrapped around my bottom and suddenly, I was naked for him.

  Sometimes that made me nervous but right now, all I felt was grateful. Naked meant it was time to make love…it had to be. When Daddy stepped close again he was naked. I waited bent over, bottom out, for him to tell me what to do as he ran his cock up and down my crack.

  Twitches of muscles and shivers racing down my spine kept me from being still for him like I was supposed, to but he didn’t seem to mind. I could feel him watching me as he moaned and touched me. I was going to be embarrassed about this later…but that could wait. Right now, all I could focus on was how close he was to my special place and how with just one—

  Fingers pinched my…tits and I couldn’t stop myself. I pushed back into his arms and came off the bed. Once I was safe in his arms, I realized he was talking to me.

  “Do I have your attention now, Baby? So sweet and sensitive.” His voice alone could make me explode.

  Luckily, I didn’t have to think much. “Yes.” That was about all I could manage.

  “Up on the bed, sweet boy. Bottom up in the air. I want to see how pretty you look, all nice and red from your spanking.”

  I climbed up on the bed. It was almost like I was drunk because I felt uncoordinated—like my body didn’t want to work right. Finally, I was in the middle of the bed. Chest down, my bottom up as far as I could arch it. Pressing my face into the covers, this time not hiding, but needing to please him. I knew if I looked at him and saw how naked and sexy he looked I might not be able to stop from coming.

  Or jumping him.

  Or begging.

  Or telling him I would do anything if he would just make love to me.

  Because I would. Nothing mattered in that moment but pleasing him. No embarrassment or worries, no fears that he would think I was odd or needy. I wanted to make him happy. Maybe he understood that, or maybe he simply knew how close I was because he didn’t say anything. He was suddenly there behind me, wrapping himself around me, and pressing between my legs.

  Remembering how much of me was on display for him would make me nuts later, but right now it didn’t matter. His hands slid up and down my back as he started moving his cock back and forth across where I desperately needed him. I was going to snap and start to beg—I knew it.

  “Almost ready, Baby. Look at how incredible you look. So beautiful.” His voice was deep and I could hear the passion in it. Then he was inside of me. One minute I was empty and desperate, the next his condom-covered erection was slowly filling me up.

  If it weren’t for the ring, I would have come from just that. I could feel my orgasm like a wave that was barely being held back. I was making all kinds of sounds and words but I wasn’t sure what I was saying. It was all a jumble of emotions and sensations.

  He was being so careful and so gentle, but that wasn’t what I wanted anymore. I was way past that. I needed more. I needed hard. I needed fast. I just needed. Maybe he understood that or maybe I begged for it. I wasn’t sure. But suddenly he was there and it was perfect.

  Slamming into me over and over, it felt like I was coming apart but it was incredible. Then he did something and the head of his cock nailed my prostate so hard I saw stars. Even with the toy on, I knew cum was leaking out of my cock. I hadn’t even orgasmed, but I could feel it. Weird and embarrassing didn’t even begin to describe it, but that just made it even hotter.

  Stupid fantasies.

  All I could do was brace myself and let him have me. Sometimes he would slow down until I started begging and wiggling my bottom at him for more. Then he would speed up again and the most deliciously naughty things would come out of his mouth. Dirty baby talk about how beautiful I looked and how he loved seeing my spanked bottom. How tight I was. How he wanted to come inside of me and mark me as his.

  The pleasure started to get overwhelming, almost painful but so much more than that. I knew the wonderful fuzzy feeling was creeping up on me. I’d been turned on for so long that I was ready to sink into the pleasure. I was so caught up in the sensations that my orgasm took me completely by surprise.

  One minute I was racing toward the pleasure and the next it was there. My ring was gone, he nailed my prostate one more time, and that was it. I was flying. Muscles clenched so hard it hurt, I just kept coming. Wave after wave rolled through me and it was the most incredible orgasm ever.

  When I couldn’t stand it anymore, I let go…and the hazy warmth swallowed me up.

  ****

  Surfacing slowly, I was confused. I was warm and cuddled close to Maddox but couldn’t remember why we were still in bed. The room was too light for it to be morning. I knew I was missing something. Then it came trickling back. Bending over the kitchen table…the plug…the spanking. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do, but opening my eyes and facing all that wasn’t it.

  “I can tell you’re awake, B. You don’t blush in your sleep.” Mad’s voice was tender and sweet but filled with humor.

  Since I’d been busted, I burrowed under the covers trying to wedge my face under what I thought was his arm. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m clearly still asleep.”

  He laughed and his fingers started trailing up and down my back. Hmm, maybe waking up wasn’t such a bad idea. He burst that bubble right off the bat.

  “What did you think about this morning?”

  I had to have an opinion?

  I had to tell him my opinion?

  Shaking my head, I burrowed even deeper under the covers.

  “No as in you didn’t like it, or no as in you can’t tell me?”

  That was really two questions or maybe multiple choice. My brain wasn’t working at full speed, so I wasn’t sure. Nodding seemed like a reasonable answer. I loved what we’d done. Everything from him taking care of me to the denial hit every kink button I had.…Well, at least most of them.

  “Let’s try this. I think you liked it and I also think that telling me might be too hard. Is that correct?” I could hear the smile in his voice but it felt more like he thought I was cute rather than him laughing at me.

  Nodding, I wiggled a little, trying to get his hand to keep caressing me. He was so warm and felt so good. Now laughing out loud, he took the very subtle hint and started moving his hand again. That was perfect.

  “You’ve been out of it for a while, B. I’m going to get you ready and then give you your bottle. My boy needs a drink.” He kept me covered but started shifting around on the bed.

  Get me ready?

  That didn’t sound like get me clothes. This wasn’t the usual time for a bottle either. I wanted to know what he was up to, but there was no way I was going to ask. He might actually tell me or God forbid, ask a question.

  Cracking one eye open a peek, the first thing I noticed was that he was wearing clothes again. Well, basketball shorts at least. How long h
ad I slept? I didn’t have any memory of him getting up or really anything that happened after the crazy orgasm.

  It had to be for longer than I thought because he was not only dressed, he had my bottle ready and a diaper. This wasn’t how we usually did diaper time. He usually gave me some notice so I could…plan things. This was not planned.

  He was evidently ignoring my confusion…or shock maybe because he moved the covers off and started getting me ready. It wasn’t like I was going to tell him no. I liked him taking charge. I just wasn’t sure what we were doing.

  Something must have shown on my face because he leaned over and gave me a kiss. “We are going to have time for you to relax and be my boy for a while. We usually have a pretty short window for playtime and while we have so much time alone, we’re going to take advantage of it.”

  Between book time in the afternoon and our evening routine, we played a good amount. However, there were a few things we hadn’t done. One big one came to mind right away. Asking was beyond me, though. And really, I didn’t want to be the one to make that decision. It seemed too big.

  Whatever he was planning, I had a feeling he was going to tell me eventually. No point in rushing the embarrassment. Besides, he had this look on his face like he had it organized and everything was under control.

  I wasn’t sure if he wanted an answer or not, but he usually expected one. So I tried not to look too nervous and did my best to answer. “Yes, Daddy.” Okay, so it wasn’t much of an answer, but it was better than nothing.

  He finished getting me ready and then grinned. A big one—like he was incredibly proud of himself. “Let me show you what I have for you.” He helped me sit up, naked except for my diaper. Then he pointed down to the floor.

  Sitting out was the box of kid stuff from the garage that my mother had never thrown out. I saw my soldiers and a stuffed animal on top, but I knew there were more goodies at the bottom. I started to move off the bed but Daddy put his hand on my leg. “Bottle first, then playtime.”

  He scooted around until he was leaning against the headboard. “Come here, B.”