by Elouise East
“God, I’m so sorry. I didn’t think. I just spewed.”
“Yes, we don’t want spewing of any kind in my car, thanks,” Isaac replied, straight-faced.
Henley was quiet for a moment before snickering quietly. “I can’t guarantee that,” he sputtered.
“Let’s hope they sleep the whole journey home.”
“If they do, be ready to open the door quickly when we stop.”
“Why?” Isaac asked, brows drawn low.
“Because the motion of the car coming to a stop is more likely to cause sickness than anything else. Their brain still thinks they’re moving even though they aren’t. Mixed brain signals usually mean vomiting.”
“Who taught you that?”
“Dad and Pops. They taught us how to look after each other and look out for symptoms of all manners of things. It helped on more than one occasion.” He chuckled.
“Full of surprises,” Isaac muttered.
They dropped Sierra off first, and as Henley predicted, she vomited within seconds of the car stopping. Luckily, Isaac had listened to Henley and jumped out, opening the car door immediately. And also, luckily, the vomit landed on the path, not in his car. Isaac deposited Sierra into the loving arms of her husband and bid goodnight.
Frankie lived several streets away from Sierra, so it didn’t take long for her to be home and left with her waiting girlfriend. Isaac saw Henley’s eyebrows rise, but he said nothing until they were in the car.
After they had been driving a few minutes, Henley said, “Why didn’t you tell me Frankie was a transwoman?”
Isaac didn’t miss a beat. “It’s not my place to say. It’s up to Frankie who she trusts with her information. You should be honoured that she gave that much of herself to you.”
“Oh, I am! Don’t get me wrong. I meant…”
He trailed off, and Isaac allowed him time to think through what he was going to say.
“Yeah, you’re right. I shouldn’t have assumed you’d spill all the beans about everyone. I wouldn’t want people talking about me behind my back, so why should I expect you to tell me those things?” He ducked his head. “Sorry, Daddy.”
“You have nothing to be sorry for. I could see you were thinking about why you had made the assumption, and you came to the right conclusion. I can’t ask for more than that from you.” Isaac laid his hand on Henley’s thigh and squeezed. “I’m proud of you.”
Henley grinned as Isaac knew he would and concentrated on driving. Not to Henley’s home, though. When Isaac parked the car in the designated parking area for the apartment building, Henley’s forehead was furrowed as he inspected his surroundings.
“Where are we?”
“My place.”
Henley’s head whipped around to Isaac. “Seriously?” he asked with a grin.
Isaac nodded, barely containing his own smile as Henley’s exuberance began to shine through.
Clapping his hands together, Henley exited the car, uncaring of the brisk breeze, and danced around the car to Isaac. “I can’t wait to see it.”
“Well, you haven’t got much longer, sweetheart.”
“What floor are you on?”
“Three.”
Henley grabbed Isaac’s hand and followed in his wake as he guided them to his front door. Unlocking it, he waved his hand for Henley to enter first. He had nothing to hide. Henley practically skipped into the apartment, stopping before the step down into the living area.
Isaac removed his leather coat, hanging it on a peg beside the door and toed off his boots. When Henley had still not said a word, he ambled to his side and cocked his head at him. “Problem?”
Henley shook his head slowly.
“It’s not often I’ve seen you speechless. What are you thinking, sweetheart?” Isaac moved behind Henley, gripping his thin denim jacket and pulling it off his shoulders. He moved to hang it up, then returned, bending down to remove Henley’s boots, which took a little longer with the number of laces he had. When Henley was finally free of them, Isaac placed them next to his own, thinking how good they looked together, and he returned once more to Henley’s side.
“It’s gorgeous,” Henley breathed, gaze slowly roaming across the space.
Isaac tried to study the area as if he’d never seen it before. It was an open plan, apart from two bedrooms and a bathroom. In front of them was the dining area, where the table and chairs were—not often used, he had to admit. To their immediate left was a large kitchen with a squared breakfast bar dividing the kitchen from the dining area. Looking between the two spaces and into the far corner of the apartment was a lowered living area that you had to step down into. It was a large space with a corner window as well as windows running the length of the whole apartment. The natural light he received was phenomenal.
When Isaac had purchased the apartment many, many years ago, he’d received an amazing deal on it. He wouldn’t want to move and leave the views any time soon. Tomorrow, he might be able to show Henley the sunrise.
“Right, Mr James. Let’s get you ready for bed.” Isaac smoothed a hand along Henley’s back and pressed against his spine to move him away from the view and towards the bedroom. His bedroom door was already open, so he reached in to switch the light on and indicated for Henley to go first.
“I knew you liked blue,” Henley stated.
Caught off guard by the random comment, Isaac chuffed. “Yes, I do. Why do you say that?” Isaac made his way over to the drawers and removed his watch before turning and bracing his back against it as he watched Henley wander around the room.
“You always seem to have something blue on you. Either a shirt, a suit, or a tie. Something blue. Now, I find your room is blue, as well. Is that your favourite colour, Daddy?”
“Yes, sweetheart, the blue of your eyes, especially.” Isaac stared at him, wondering how he got so lucky. He would love nothing more than to make love to Henley, but he couldn’t. Not tonight. He had to be firm with his punishments, or Henley would rebel every time. “Come here.”
Henley glanced over at him and changed direction, sashaying his way across the floor until he was close enough for Isaac to grab his belt hooks and pull him close. He could feel Henley’s hard cock between them. Isaac dipped his head, pausing before he kissed Henley to get lost in those glacial pools, then fused their lips together. He planned to make things a little more difficult for Henley, and he couldn’t resist his mouth any longer.
Sipping, licking and nibbling at Henley’s lips, Isaac groaned when he was given entrance. Isaac used his tongue to explore every inch of Henley’s mouth as his hands roamed across every inch of Henley’s body, pressing against the plug when he reached his ass, causing Henley to moan. Henley was trying to pull their clothes off, but Isaac held firm. Henley probably hadn’t remembered his punishment, and if he became any more aroused, Isaac would bear the brunt of Henley being awake and pouting all night.
Gentling the kiss, Isaac pulled away, both were breathing heavily.
“Why did you stop?” Henley asked.
“Because it’s time for bed.” As Isaac knew he would, Henley scowled, so Isaac reminded him once more. “Remember your punishment.”
Henley’s mouth dropped open, and he spluttered, but sighed and dropped his shoulders. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good boy. Let’s get cleaned up. I have spare toiletries and some boxers you can wear for tonight.”
Isaac turned and opened the top drawer, finding the smaller sizes he had worn several years ago but had not touched as much lately. They might be too big for Henley, but they would work for now. He strode into the bathroom with Henley following. It was big enough for the two of them to stand comfortably without being unable to manoeuvre.
“Let’s get you changed first. Arms up.” Isaac grabbed the hem of Henley’s t-shirt and lifted it off, making sure his necklace didn’t get tangled. “And again.” He did the same thing with the tank top. Having Henley’s naked chest right in front of him was as much torture for I
saac as it was for Henley to have to wait to come.
The buttons on Henley’s jeans came undone easily, and Isaac pulled them and his briefs down at the same time, dropping to his knees to help Henley step out of them. As he reached for the boxers to slip on, Henley’s cock stood proud, inches from his mouth. He licked his lips and swallowed, tearing his gaze away when Henley’s hand gripped the base of his shaft.
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Chapter 11
Henley
“Sorry, I’m trying not to come. It’s difficult when you look at me like that!” Henley’s voice was pained, and his eyes were screwed tightly shut.
“Foot up.” Isaac tapped his left foot, hooking the boxers over, and tapped the right foot before repeating. He slid the material up Henley’s legs but stopped short of tucking his cock away. “Hands resting on the bath, legs spread.”
Henley swallowed and obeyed, opening himself for Isaac. He couldn’t see him, but Isaac’s hands were smoothing across his skin until one hand gripped the base of the plug. Isaac twisted it around a couple of times before pulling on it and slowly withdrawing it from Henley’s highly-strung body. Henley gasped and tried to breathe through the sensations, gritting his teeth against the need to come when the plug finally came free, and he slumped forward.
“Stand up.”
Legs wobbling, Henley stood as best he could, and Isaac twisted him around. Reaching for the boxers, Isaac slid them up and over his angry looking cock. “Right, let’s wash up. There are spare toothbrushes under here.” He opened the cupboard under the sink and backed away from him. “Go ahead and come out when you’re finished.”
Isaac shut the door as he left, giving Henley a chance to calm down.
Henley inhaled then exhaled slowly. Resting his hands on the sink, he hung his head. It was going to be a long torturous night. He was tempted to stroke himself to completion right now and get it over with, but the thought of disappointing his Daddy made him reconsider.
Straightening up, he glanced in the mirror, seeing the tension bracketing his face. His eyes caught on the chain still encircling his neck, and he lifted the rainbow, spinning the centre around and around. It was beautiful the way the light caught the different colours. He unclipped the chain, setting it aside, slid off each of the bangles and rings and left them in a pile on the counter. He washed up and brushed his teeth before setting everything back down.
One more deep breath centred him, so he took a chance and left the bathroom, entering the empty bedroom. He could hear running water and assumed Isaac was in the other bathroom, getting ready for bed. Now that he was alone in the room, Henley felt a little unsure of himself. He didn’t want to get into bed without Isaac being there. Which was probably a silly thing to worry about, but it was Isaac’s house, after all.
When Isaac entered the bedroom, Henley waited at the end of the bed.
“Everything okay?” Isaac asked as he slipped off his shirt.
“Yes, Daddy. I wasn’t sure which side you slept on, so I didn’t want to take your space,” Henley uttered, eyes captivated.
“I’d like it if you could sleep on the left.”
Henley nodded, smiling as he relaxed in Isaac’s presence, and walked over to slide under the covers. He knew Isaac was watching him as he got comfortable, and Henley stared at Isaac as Isaac studied him, a bit like a bug under a microscope.
Shaking his head as if pulling himself from a dream, Isaac pointed to the bedside table. “I brought some water for you in case you were thirsty.” He wandered over to the bed, lifting the covers and crawling in next to Henley. The minute he was situated, Isaac lifted his arm for Henley to snuggle in, and they both sighed.
“You do realise I probably won’t be able to sleep, don’t you?” Henley whispered, his hard shaft pressing against Isaac’s hip.
“Hopefully, you will, but if you don’t, I’ll keep you company.”
Henley ran his hand up and down Isaac’s chest, loving the feel of the minimal hair which would feel amazing against his skin. He’d had a fantastic night, even without the alcohol. It was one of the only times he’d been out and not thrown back at least one alcoholic drink. He hadn’t minded, surprisingly. Sierra and Frankie were fantastic, and when Frankie had admitted, drunkenly, that she was a transwoman, it had shocked him initially but had no bearing on her as a person. He would have to tread carefully when he next saw her, though. She may not remember telling him.
Losing himself in the feeling of being so close to Isaac and in the rhythmic stroking of Isaac’s hand on his upper arm, he relaxed further.
Movement woke him, and he groaned, rolling over onto his other side and burrowing into the pillow. When a chuckle reached his ear, he blearily opened his eyes a fraction, seeing Isaac facing him with his head rested in his hands.
“Good morning, sweetheart.” Isaac ran his fingers down the side of Henley’s face before cupping his jaw and lifting him to Isaac’s kiss.
Henley groaned once more, pressing closer, wanting more. Isaac smiled against his lips and licked the seam of Henley’s mouth, demanding entry. Henley granted him access, and Isaac pushed forward, forcing Henley onto his back as the kiss went from nought to sixty in seconds. Maybe they were both feeling the lack of activity the previous night, but this morning all bets were off.
Isaac slid a leg in between Henley’s thighs, pressing up to massage against his balls and cock. Henley moaned into Isaac’s mouth and wrapped his arms around Isaac’s neck, keeping them as close as humanly possible. Isaac’s hands were roaming all over Henley’s body, skimming across his skin, leaving goosebumps and heat trails in his wake. It was all Henley could do to hold on and take whatever Isaac dished out.
Henley’s rock-hard shaft gained friction from being squashed between their bodies, and he didn’t think he was going to last long.
Isaac pulled off, both gasping for breath, and reached for the drawer in the bedside table. Henley couldn’t help but keep thrusting against Isaac’s stomach until his Daddy’s voice demanded he stopped. Visibly shaking with restraint, Henley gripped the sheets below him as Isaac lifted to his knees, lube held in his hand.
Sighing with relief, Henley spread his legs and licked his lips as he eyed the container and the person holding it.
“Now we’re going to take this slowly this first time, Henley. I want the first time that we come together to be amazing for us both. Try to be patient,” Isaac remarked.
“Yes, Daddy,” Henley whispered.
“Good boy. Let me see you more. Lift your legs a little higher.” Henley did so. “Great. Wow, look at you,” Isaac said with awe in his voice. Isaac ran a finger from his taint to his hole, and Henley fought not to react, except for a gasping inhale. “You’re gorgeous, even here.” He slid onto his stomach, his face level with Henley’s ass, which Henley felt clench in response. “So eager to have something in here.” Isaac rubbed a circle around his hole without penetrating. “Grip the backs of your thighs. I want a taste.”
Henley’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as he did as he was told, exposing himself completely to Isaac. Exquisite torture followed as Isaac licked a stripe down from his balls and ending at his hole. Isaac proceeded to lap at it repeatedly before firming his tongue and pressing against the rim several times. Isaac returned to lapping, more pressure than before, then stuck his tongue in Henley’s hole again, withdrawing and entering, withdrawing and entering.
Henley was out of his mind. He’d been rimmed before, but nothing like this. He slammed his head back against the pillow when Isaac raked his teeth over the area in gentle bites before licking at him again.
When Isaac pulled back, Henley whimpered, but a cool finger replaced Isaac’s mouth. When Isaac had lubed it, Henley had no idea, blissed out as he was, but he no longer cared when said finger was inserted into his hole. Henley gasped as pleasure began tingling up and down his spine. A second then a third finger quickly followed, Henley humming with delight at the stretch he felt. The stretch he always associate
d with pleasure that was soon to follow.
As the fingers left him bereft, Isaac rose to his knees once more. He ripped open a condom packet with his teeth and deftly rolled it on before smearing it with lube. Bracing one hand next to Henley’s head, the other guiding his cock, Isaac lifted his gaze to Henley.
“You still with me, Henley?” Isaac’s voice was strained and deep, the tension in his shoulders belying his control.
Henley nodded emphatically. “Please! Please! I want you so bad!”
“You have been such a good boy, Henley.”
With those words, Isaac sank slowly but without stopping until he was balls deep. He leaned down onto his forearms and cupped Henley’s head. Henley lifted his legs and wrapped them around Isaac’s lower back, crossing his ankles, repeating it with his arms around Isaac’s upper back.
“Henley.” Isaac’s tone was reverent as his lips teased Henley’s mouth.
Wound around each other as they were meant to be, Isaac could only move in small increments, which he did. His hips pulled back before flexing forward over and over as his mouth and tongue explored Henley’s mouth.
As their pleasure grew, Henley loosened his legs, resting his feet back on the bed, allowing Isaac more room. As if that was his cue, Isaac rose onto his hands, bracing himself as his hips snapped forward, deeper and harder than before.
“Wrap your hand around your cock, sweetheart.”
Henley blinked up at him and encircled his dripping shaft. He gasped at the arousal spiralling through his body.
“That’s it.” Isaac shifted his hands, so Henley’s legs were resting on his forearms, opening him up further.
“Fuck! Daddy! Please, let me come!” Henley panted.
Isaac pounded into Henley, leaning forward to seal their lips together in a brief kiss before lifting and grunting, “Come, Henley.”
Isaac hadn’t even finished speaking when Henley keened through his climax. As he came down from his high, he felt Isaac’s rhythm falter before he bellowed Henley’s name and snapped his hips forward one more time before stilling. After what felt like an age, Isaac relaxed, gasping heavily and, holding onto the condom, withdrew with a wince from Henley.