by L. Michael
“Oh, I'm not in love with him.”
Ray laughed at that and gently nudged my shoulder. “Of all the things I was telling you, you're going to argue about that. That should tell you everything you need to know, Sam.”
Love. Oh my gosh, love. Ray was right. I love my Daddy.
Chapter 22
Jakob
Something was wrong with Sam, and I had no idea what to do to fix it. His behavior changed a couple of days before he saw Ray. He was closed off and quiet. I thought that Ray would help him open up, but after Sam saw Ray, he got even worse, if that was even possible. After his session with Ray, Sam’s body language changed. He flinched or whimpered when I touched him, he stopped looking at me, and he seemed lost in his thoughts most of the time. I could tell that Sam wanted to say something. I stopped asking him what was bothering him yesterday and decided to wait until he was ready to talk.
But tonight, his odd behavior was getting to me. First, he sat at the kitchen table while I made dinner, and instead of coloring, every time I looked at him, he was staring at me. Instead of eating, he picked at his food, and I had to remind him to eat more than once. After dinner, he should have been putting together his Harry Potter Legos my dad bought him.
Nope. Instead of building or watching his cartoons, Sam kept glancing at me or staring into space with a frown on his face. I found myself wondering if Sam is still happy here, or maybe I am smothering him. We only talked about it once before, but Sam had made it clear that he wanted to stay with me rather than going back to his apartment. What if he has changed his mind?
With a sigh, I took the remote and shut the TV off. We needed to talk, if not for Sam's sake, then for my own. It took Sam a couple of minutes to realize that the TV had gone quiet, and with a frown, he turned and looked at me.
“Let's go into your playroom and sit in the rocking chair for a while.”
“Did I do something wrong?”
“No, Baby. I just want to talk to you, and I want us to be comfortable.”
“Okay?”
Shit. Now Sam looked worried. But once I thought that he might not be happy, I couldn´t let it go, and I would worry myself to death over it. I loved Sam, and I would do anything to keep him happy, even if that meant letting him go. With a sigh, I got up and helped him up.
“You didn´t do anything wrong, Baby. But let's go to the playroom, and then I´ll explain it to you.”
Sam nodded, chewing on his lip, but he took my hand and let me lead him to the playroom. I switched on the nightlight before I sat down in the rocking chair and motioned for Sam to sit on my lap. He was still biting his lip, but he came over, climbed on my lap, and cuddled into me.
“Are you still happy here, Sam?”
“What?” Sam sat up and looked at me, puzzled. “Why wouldn't I be happy here?”
“I don't know. I’m just trying to figure out what's going on in your head.” Sam blushed and played ostrich in my neck. “Something is bothering you and has been bothering you for days now. I keep wondering what it is. Tonight, I asked myself and decided that you might not be happy here anymore.”
“No!” Sam, all but shouted before he shook his head and said more quietly, “No. It's not that.”
“Okay. Good, it’s not that.” Gently I started to stroke his back. It was for my comfort as much as his. Because what I was about to say, could change everything between us. “Look, I really like you, Sam, and I love having you here with me. But you have been so quiet the last few days. You have been staring at me but not speaking, and I can feel you want to tell me something. I just worry that we may not be on the same page. I would understand if you want to go back to your apartment and…”
“No! No! No! Please, no, I don't want to go back. I want to stay here. I… I want to stay with you.” After a couple of seconds, there was a sob. “Please don't make me go.”
“I would never make you go, Baby.” I hugged him close and kissed his head. “I love you, and I love having you here with me. I mean that.” For a moment, I just held him, rocking the chair slowly. “Sam, I don't want you to leave.”
“But…” I could feel his body get tense, then he took a deep breath and mumbled into my shoulder. “But you… you don't want me.”
That blew me away, and I wondered where he got that thought. Why would he think that I didn´t want him? It took me a moment to find my voice again. “Why would you say that?”
“Because that's how it is. You…you like to have me around, but you don't want me.”
What the hell? “Sam, I just told you that I love you. Why would you think that I don´t want you?”
“I´m getting morning wood, and when you bathe me, I get hard, but you ignore it every time and…” His head snapped up so quickly that he bumped against my chin, and I winced at the sudden pain. “What? What did you just say?”
“Damn, you have a hard skull. I think you broke my chin.”
“You´re fine. What did you just say?”
Sam leaned back so he could look at me, and I had never seen his eyes so full of wonder before. He looked adorable, and I truly meant what I said. I loved him. But I couldn't help myself.
“You're not a medical doctor. How can you tell that I'm not severely injured?”
“You're not. You´re fine.”
“What if it's broken? See, it hurts.” I gently rubbed my chin. “I think you broke my jaw.”
“Daddy!” Sam whined, reached out and poked at my chin. “There, see nothing broken. Now tell me again.”
“You have a hard head, but I guess that's to protect all the information you keep in there.” I had to hold back a laugh when Sam blinked at me, and then he rolled his eyes. Taking pity on him, I reached out and gently stroked his cheek. “I love you, Sam.”
“Oh.”
Okay, that was an unusual reaction. Was Sam just stunned? “You know, it's okay if you don't feel the same.”
“What? No. No!” Sam bumped his face into mine again, but this time it was because he attacked my mouth with his. There were lots of sloppy kisses, and he straddled my lap before he pulled back again. “I love you, too.”
I´ve never heard more beautiful words in my life, and with a smile, I gently stroked his cheek, rubbing my thumb over his lip. “My sweet Sam. I love you so much.”
“Does that mean that you want me, too?”
“Of course, I do, Baby. I just thought that it was too soon for you.” Now I understood why he´d flinched away from me when I washed him, and I had to admit that I totally misread his body language. “I’m sorry, Sam. I should have talked to you about it, instead of just assuming.”
“I guess I can´t make you stand in the corner, because I should have talked to you, too.”
“You want to put me in the corner?” I raised my eyebrow, but Sam only giggled. Well, this is a new side of my sweet boy. I grabbed his hips, pulled him forward, felt his hard length rub against my hardening length before I kissed him hard. I traced his lips with my tongue, and when he sighed, I took the opportunity to put my tongue in and taste him. Our tongues danced inside his mouth. We went on kissing like that for a moment before we pulled back both out of breath. “You know, cheeky boys don´t get to come.”
“What?”
“As long as you want me to take control in the bedroom as well, I decide when you come. And if you're cheeky with me, you won´t.”
“Oh. Umm…” While Sam seemed to think about my words, he started to rock his hips against mine. Even when I grabbed his hips, taking control over his rhythm, he considered my words. Sam was oblivious that his own body had already decided. He just needed to realize it.
“Do you want Daddy to make love to you?”
“Oh, God, yes. Yes, please.”
With a smile, I let my hand slide under his shirt. Sam shivered, but now I knew that he was just horny and excited, not scared of my touch. And God, I enjoyed the feel of his warm, smooth skin under my fingertips. I reached up and let my thumb flick over his nipple. “I
s that what you want?”
“Y-Yes.” Sam threw his head back and closed his eyes. His body quivered, and he moaned. “Please, Daddy.”
“Do you want Daddy to take control and make love to you?”
“God, yes, please.”
That wasn´t enough. I needed Sam to tell me. Not that I didn´t trust him, mainly because his body language was easy to read. He wanted this as much as I did. But I needed him to say it. “Words, Baby. I need you to say it.”
“I… uh…” Okay, with me touching him like this, I wouldn´t get an answer, so I stopped playing with his nipple, and Sam whimpered.
“Listen to me for a second, Sam.” I let my hand rest on his chest, feeling his heartbeat. I took my other hand and reached up and cupped his cheek until he blinked at me. “I need you to tell me that this is what you want, Sam. Even if I take control in the bedroom, you´re the one with the power. Use your safe word, and I will end whatever we're doing. But I need you to tell me with words that this is what you want.”
“I…” Sam swallowed visibly and shivered again when he tried to stay still. “I want this. I want you. Please, Jakob. I need you to take control. Just… please. Please, Daddy, make love to me.”
“Shhh.” Softly I pressed my lips to his, exploring them with my tongue. I pulled back and smiled at him. “I will take control, and I will take you, but once I have you, I will never let you go, Baby. Are you sure you want this?”
“Yes. Yes, I want to be yours, Jakob. Please, Daddy.”
“You already are my precious boy.” Before I finished my thought Sam threw his arms around my neck and peppered my chin with kisses.
“I love you, Daddy.”
“I love you too, Baby.”
“Can we go to bed now?”
Laughing, I grabbed his hips again and pushed him back until I could look at him. “And here I thought that you´re the smart one of us. But you can't even remember what we established two seconds ago.”
“Can we please go to bed now, Daddy? Pretty please with sprinkles?”
“Who knew that my sweet boy could be such a bossy brat.”
“Am not!”
“Yes, you are.” Laughing, I pushed Sam back until he stood up. As soon as we were both standing, I pulled him close to me and just held him, then I whispered into his ear. “Let´s see if you´re still bossy while I´m having my way with you. Teasing you until you're begging me to let you come. Until you forget everything but your Daddy.”
“Oh yes….”
“Your Daddy, who is making love to you, showing you how much he loves you. How precious you are.”
“D-Dad-Daddy…”
“Yes, your Daddy is going to make your world fall apart before he puts it back together.” Pulling back a little, I kissed him passionately, putting all my love for him into this kiss. Our hands were all over each other. His hands slipped under my shirt and played with my nipples while I did the same to him. I pulled back. “I´ll do it over and over again until there is nothing left but you and me.”
“J-Just us.”
“Yes, Baby. Just the two of us.” Without even being aware, Sam started to hump my leg, and I pulled back. I did not want him to cum like this. He was going to cum in my bed. Our bed. When I was inside him, making him mine. “Bed. Now, Baby.” Blinking up at me like an Owl, Sam stared at me, before he shivered and turned towards the door. “If you run to the bedroom, I swear to God, you will spend the next week in the corner!”
“How about I spend the next week in bed with you, Daddy?” He said, looking over his shoulder back at me, and then he gave me a little wink.
“Sounds like a plan.” I rushed after Sam, picked him up, and threw him over my shoulder. He was laughing and grabbed my hips for support. “But still no running.”
“Fine, then carry me to the bed, caveman.”
I swatted his little butt. “Who knew I would get a cheeky Little Boy after I told him I loved him.” But I wasn’t mad at him. Not at all. I loved him even more, and he would soon forget about being cheeky with me. I loved this new side of Sam and hoped it meant he would feel more comfortable from now on. “Let´s see if you´re still so cheeky when I fuck you and won´t let you cum.”
“You wouldn't!”
“Oh yeah? Watch me.” Sam gasped, and now it was me who laughed. I had every intention of making him cum, but he didn´t need to know that. I carried him to the bedroom and carefully dropped him on the bed. “What do you think? How many days can we stay in bed together without you cumming?”
“None!”
“Come on. You´re my little scientist. Aren't you curious to know? It could be a fun little experiment.”
“That's not an experiment, that's torture.”
“Oh, right, yes. But I believe people call it sexual torture.” Sam moaned but crawled backward until his back was against the pillows. I couldn't resist following him, slowly creeping over the bed until I was over the top of him. He shivered underneath me and pushed his hips up. I reached between us, grabbed his hips, and stilled him. “Uh-uh. Sweet Boy. It doesn’t work that way. Are you going to use your safe word?”
“N-No Daddy. But this is… too slow.”
“And who decides how slow or fast we go?”
“Y-You.”
“That´s my good boy.” God, this was so hot. My cock was already rock hard, and I couldn´t wait to take my boy finally. To make him entirely mine. “You stay right here, Baby, and I´ll get condoms and lube.” Looking into his beautiful eyes, I bent my head and kissed him until he whimpered.
“Just… hurry? Please?”
Chapter 23
Sam
Condoms and lube were totally overrated. Of course, they were essential if you haven’t been tested, but it took way too much time. I was so hard, and I wanted Jakob so bad that it almost hurt. Sighing, I wriggled around on the bed then decided that I could use the time to do something useful. I had my T-Shirt halfway over my head when Jakob came back into the room.
“What are you doing?”
“Uhm…” I shoved my shirt back down so I could see him and frowned. “Getting undressed? You do know that you need to be naked to have sex, right?”
“Oh, one day, I´m going to show you that it is not true.” Jakob threw condoms and lube on the bed and just stood there watching me before he knelt on the bed and slowly crawled back on top of me. “Right now, I'm going to show you why it´s better to let Daddy undress you.”
“O-Okay?” What was the difference? Him getting me undressed versus me getting myself undressed. My mind still wondered about that when I got my answer. While I would just pull my shirt over my head, Jakob slowly raised it and rained kisses against my skin as he went. “Oh!” His lips were warm and wet, and his tongue left a blazing trail around my belly button, while his fingers slowly shoved the shirt higher. As soon as my nipples were free, he gently kissed them, then bit and lapped at them. “D-Daddy!”
“Let´s take that shirt off of you, Baby.”
“And my jeans.”
“Not yet.”
It wouldn't get me anywhere, but I whined then helped him get rid of my shirt. That was a start, at least, even if Jakob was wearing way too many clothes. And that was equally annoying and hot. A nibble on my collarbone brought me back to the moment, and I moaned when Jakob did it again. He nibbled, bit, and kissed along my collarbone. Oh my. I had no idea the area of my body was so sensitive.
“Mh. You like that?”
Like? That was the understatement of the year.
“Y-Yes, Daddy.” I loved the way he nibbled on my collarbone while his hands roamed over my chest. It felt like he was worshiping me. He loved me in a way that no one ever had. I wasn´t a virgin. But these feelings were still new. The way he touched me, kissed me, nibbled on every part of my body as he went along. I was a shivering mess when he finally went for the button of my jeans. Oh My. Finally. He kissed a trail down my chest and stomach.
“Lift your hips for me, Baby.”
Oh, thank God, now we are getting somewhere. I watched as Jakob pulled my jeans and underwear down my body. He threw my clothes on the floor and stood by the bed and gazed down at me. His gaze was smoldering. Jakob has seen me naked before, but this was different. More heated, more adoring.
“You're so beautiful.”
“I would say the same, but someone is still fully clothed.”
“Can you stay perfectly still for me while I get undressed, Baby?” I nodded so fast my vision blurred for a second. I'd do anything right now to get him naked. “Good boy. Raise your hands over your head and keep them there.”
I moaned but did what Daddy told me. I locked my fingers together while I watched him take his shirt off. A small whimper escaped my lips when he revealed his broad chest, covered in dark hair and the nipples I loved so much. But this was not about special cuddles. It is all about us having sex. No, not having sex, making love.
Jakob slowly shoved his jeans down his legs, and I moaned again when I saw his rock hard cock spring from its cloth prison. A bit of precum glistened from the tip. I wanted to taste him. I licked my lips. I knew that he had a beautiful cock because I´d seen him before, but not in a hard state. Like this, he was just… perfect. “Jakob… please. I need you.”
“I'm here, Baby.” Jakob crawled in bed, kissing his way up my body. He cupped my head, then he lowered his head and kissed my breath away, then started to place gentle, quick pecks, which made me shiver again. “Keep your hands where they are. Can you do that for me?”
“Y-Yes?” Jakob raised an eyebrow at my more question-like answer. “Yes, Daddy. I can do that for you.”
“That's my good boy.”
The praise nearly made me cum. Jakob seemed to sense it because he reached between us and grabbed my cock at the base. That stopped any orgasm, and I whined again. So unfair. And so hot. I´d never experienced something like this before. The denied orgasm only made me needier for my Daddy. I wanted him so badly that I shivered again.