For the Love of a Boy (Father Series Book 2)

by Morticia Knight

  Daddy chuckled. “Oh, that’s because they’re going into the dungeon later. No one’s allowed to be under the influence of anything when playing. It could be very dangerous. And Nate was rolling his eyes since we were members here for years, have been longtime players and know the drill already. I found it comforting that the doorman was adamant about the rules. It’s good to know the club has maintained the same integrity after all this time.”

  “So, anyone who’s had a drink can’t go in the dungeon?”

  Daddy was playing with his hair in a most distracting way. “That’s correct.”

  Seth cleared his throat. “Then sure. I’ll try a drink. But I don’t know what to get.”

  Daddy ran his fingers up the inside of Seth’s thigh, the touch maddeningly light. He’d never needed the cock cage so badly.

  “I was thinking something not too far off from what you already like, and nothing too strong.” Daddy furrowed his brow. “I know. When we go out, you usually get cranberry juice with a slice of lime. We’ll take it one step further and add some vodka. How does that sound?”

  “Okay. That makes sense. What if I don’t like it, though? I don’t want you to waste your money.”

  Seth decided to be daring and stroke his fingers over Daddy’s leather clad thigh. His breath hitched at the decadent, smooth feel of the garment beneath his touch, the solid muscle of Daddy’s thigh. He licked his lips. Now he understood.

  Daddy bumped Seth’s nose with his own, their breath mingling. “Doesn’t matter. This is our special night out. If you don’t want to finish the drink, then leave it.”

  Daddy stole a kiss and Seth’s eyes drifted closed, the beat of the dance music seeming to match the rhythm of his heart as he was swept away in the moment. Daddy explored his mouth leisurely, wrapping his palm around Seth’s throat with one hand and burying his fingers in Seth’s hair with the other. From Seth’s point of view, no one else existed except for them.

  Daddy ended the kiss and Seth was brought back to awareness. Then he remembered they were there with friends, but neither Nate or Tina were at the table.

  Daddy nudged his shoulder. “They’re on the dance floor.”

  Seth tracked Daddy’s gaze and discovered Nate and Tina were indeed dancing. Not only that, but they were moving with quite a lot of enthusiasm. He couldn’t stop staring. So far, he’d been so focused on Daddy and being in a bar for the first time, that he hadn’t paid close attention to what the patrons on the dance floor were doing. But beyond that, Nate and Tina were people he knew. He’d never seen anyone gyrate like that and he couldn’t imagine how Tina was staying upright on those heels. Of course, Nate had a strong hold on her hips as he moved against her.

  The more he thought about it, the more a drink seemed like an excellent idea. Daddy would watch out for him and make sure he wasn’t overdoing. But if he didn’t loosen up the way Daddy had suggested, he couldn’t imagine ever moving around in front of everyone the way they were.

  Seth squeaked as Daddy nipped at his earlobe. “Enjoy the show. I’ll be right back with our drinks.”

  Seth grabbed his sleeve before Daddy could rise. “Can you wait a few minutes, please?”

  Daddy tilted his head, his brow wrinkling. Then his eyes rounded a bit. “Oh God. I’m sorry, baby. I wasn’t thinking.” He laced their fingers together. “We’ll people watch together until they come back.”

  Seth gave Daddy a relieved smile. “Thank you. I’m sure it’d be fine if I sat here alone, but…maybe later.”

  He had to admit it felt nice that Daddy wasn’t treating him as if he were weak and frightened. That he hadn’t immediately assumed that Seth was too uncomfortable to wait for him on his own.

  Daddy regarded him with affection. “Now that I think about it, I might not want to leave you sitting by yourself anyway.”

  “Why?”

  “I don’t want anyone making a move on my man.”

  Seth ducked his head, unable to hold back a smile. “Daddy…”

  Daddy moved closer, speaking next to his ear. “I mean it. I honestly don’t know what I was thinking. You drive me insane all the time with how adorable and sexy you are. But being here with you in this atmosphere, your body shown off to perfection in those clothes, and you radiating such innocence and vulnerability—I’d be a fool to leave your side.”

  Seth didn’t know what to say. How he wished he could see himself the way Daddy did. Not because he wanted to indulge in vanity, but so he could believe he truly was good enough for him, that Daddy was getting the boy he deserved after being so sad and lonely. Seth wanted to be everything for him.

  “Hey! Haven’t you two lovebirds gotten anything to drink yet?” Nate hovered over them, wiping a cocktail napkin across his sweaty brow. “I was going to get me and Tina a couple more Red Bulls. Want me to grab you guys anything?”

  Tina laid her hand on Nate’s arm. “I’ll go with you, help carry the drinks.”

  Seth was back to feeling like he was a problem to everyone. “Daddy, it’s all right. I can sit here with Tina if you want to help Nate.”

  “Are you sure, baby? I meant what I said.”

  Seth took the initiative and gave Daddy a peck on the lips. “I know you did. I promise I’ll be fine.” He glanced at Tina then moved closer to Daddy’s ear. “I bet her feet must be hurting, too.”

  Daddy cupped Seth’s cheek. “You’re such a sweetheart. All right. We’ll be right back.”

  After Daddy and Nate took off, Tina sank onto one of the chairs, her eyes rolling back as if in relief. Seth angled toward her and spoke loudly.

  “Are those heels bothering you?”

  She snorted then propped her elbows on the table, leaning in his direction. “God, yes. I wear heels all the time, but not quite as extreme as these. Plus, they’re new. Not my best decision of the day.”

  “But they look fantastic.”

  Tina burst out laughing. “You’re a quick study. In fashion, looks are all that matters. Comfort is last on the list.”

  He couldn’t imagine. “Oh! Can I ask you a favor?”

  “Ask away. No promises, but I’ll do what I can.”

  Seth reached into his front pocket, although ‘reach’ was a generous description. The action was more like prying his way inside. He hoped he could retrieve the two twenty dollar bills he’d stuffed in there without destroying them. Finally, he managed to wrestle them free.

  “Would you mind giving this to Nate for me? It’s the money I owe him for ordering Daddy’s Christmas gift.”

  “Of course, honey. What did you get him?”

  He and Tina chatted back and forth about Daddy’s gift and she shared what she’d gotten Nate. Seth knew they both had plenty of money from being successful attorneys, and that she traveled all over for her job. So, he wasn’t too surprised to learn that she’d gotten him a fancy gold watch.

  But overall, he loved that they’d gotten the chance to talk a bit—just the two of them. Interacting with new people and expanding his social horizons was somehow making him feel more human. As if he was part of the world instead of being hidden from it by an oppressive religion. Escaping the camp had been the first step of many that had changed his outlook on his relationships with people.

  Seth caught sight of Daddy approaching, holding two tall, identical looking drinks. Nate strode along his side, gripping two glasses of ice and cradling two small cans cradled in the crook of his arm. He had no idea what Red Bull was, but he guessed it was a type of soda because of the no alcohol rule they were under.

  “Here you go, baby.”

  Daddy handed him one of the drinks that appeared no different than the glass of cranberry juice he normally got. He set it down and waited for Daddy to join him. Once Daddy was situated, he raised his glass, encouraging Seth to do the same. He tapped his drink against Seth’s.

  “To a lifetime of fun, love and laughter.” Daddy winked. “Oh, and only take a sip at first.”

  “Okay. I figured that’s what
I should do.” He tapped Daddy’s glass too. “And those were beautiful words. I say the same.”

  Daddy smiled as he stirred his drink, then took a sip from the skinny straws. “Yeah, go easy. They poured heavy.”

  Seth had no idea what that meant, but he hadn’t planned on chugging the alcohol anyway. He almost choked. The first taste was like nothing he’d ever had before. Sort of burny and very bitter. After a moment, he felt a bit of warmth and, he had to admit, more relaxed. He took another small drink. Now that he was expecting it, the flavor wasn’t as nasty as the first time. He’d at least noticed some of the juice.

  After his third taste, he discovered he was feeling much more relaxed. He let his gaze wander the room, his head floaty, his heart light. Daddy’s hand on his own got Seth’s attention. The expression Daddy radiated at him was intense, filled with lust. Seth’s cock twitched. He craved the feel of Daddy’s body next to his, Daddy’s touch, his lips moving on his skin…

  Daddy leaned toward Nate and said something to him. Nate grinned and gave Daddy a thumbs up. Daddy tuned back to Seth.

  “Let’s dance, baby.”

  Yes. He wanted to melt into Daddy’s embrace out on the floor, know what it was like to express his love for Daddy where everyone could see. Where no one judged. No one condemned.

  Seth took one last sip from the drink then allowed Daddy to lead him to where the flashing lights swirled all around and everyone was dancing. He noted that the club had become more crowded in the short time they’d been there. Club attendees brushed past them and Seth moved closer to Daddy. When they reached the edge of the dance area, there were so many people already on it, Seth didn’t see how they’d be able to join in.

  Daddy encircled Seth’s waist with one arm then shouldered them through the crowd. Men and women undulated and twirled around them and Seth marveled that no one cared they were bumping against strangers in addition to their partners. He wrapped himself around Daddy, who was already moving to the rhythm of the music. Daddy’s hands roamed his body, up his back then down to his ass before starting over again. Seth fought the tension that prevented him from letting go and dancing freely. He wished he’d had more of the vodka before they’d decided to join in with everyone else.

  Daddy left a line of kisses along Seth’s throat, nuzzling his ear as the driving beats intensified. A flash of Daddy telling him how he’d met Everett at Club Surrender on this very dance floor raced through his mind. He marveled that he still couldn’t bring himself to be jealous of Everett. All that mattered was Daddy’s happiness.

  The more they swayed to the music, the more the tension drained from Seth’s body. He allowed Daddy to guide him, to help him swirl his hips in tandem with Daddy’s, to press their hardening cocks together. Seth closed his eyes as he held on to Daddy, his arms draped loosely around Daddy’s neck, and tried not to think—only feel.

  He gasped at the sensation of Daddy’s mouth on his Adam’s apple, the suctioning pull sending a jolt of pleasure straight to the end of his dick. What was Daddy doing? Seth moaned, knowing he couldn’t be heard, knowing that everyone was so lost in their own revelry that it didn’t matter. Daddy bit the crook of his neck and Seth reached full, aching hardness, thrusting against him like a shameless, wanton thing.

  He didn’t care.

  Daddy never stopped writhing against Seth, but he gradually moved behind Seth’s body until Daddy’s chest was pressed to his back. Now Daddy was grinding against his ass and his hands explored Seth’s belly, sometimes slipping lower, seeking his inner thighs and skimming over his erection.

  Seth threw back his head and let if fall against Daddy’s shoulder, turning slightly to offer up his neck. His wordless invitation was accepted, Daddy licking and sucking his sensitive flesh. The heat between them was maddening, electric. Seth never wanted to stop.

  The more Daddy tasted and touched him, the closer he was pushed to the edge. Daddy had trained him in sexual self-control, but Seth had never experienced the level of sensuality they were sharing. Everything Daddy was doing to him was with a sense of urgency, of a heightened arousal Seth hadn’t known existed.

  “Later. Hold on to it, baby boy. When you come, I’m going to be inside you, fucking you hard and fast, my fingers wrapped around your gorgeous cock.”

  “Daddy, please…”

  Seth whimpered, biting his own lip until the pain stopped him from tumbling over the looming precipice. He whirled his body around within Daddy’s embrace, then shoved his tongue past Daddy’s lips, swiping it through his mouth with such hunger, he could hardly breathe. Daddy gripped his ass cheeks then gave them a hearty squeeze, the sensation a glorious hurt.

  “Do you want to leave, baby?”

  Seth could only nod as he stared into Daddy’s eyes. The club, the music, their friends, the dancing… The night had been an amazing one, but he needed to be alone with Daddy more than he’d ever needed anything.

  Daddy framed Seth’s face between his palms. “Then let’s get outta here.”

  Then Daddy sealed his declaration with a claiming kiss.

  Chapter Ten

  Malcolm barely got the hotel room door closed before he’d slammed Seth against the hard surface. He yanked Seth’s arms above his head then imprisoned his wrists with one hand, using the other to tug Seth’s shirt free from his pants. Malcolm crushed their mouths together while he sought bare skin, Seth thrusting and groaning the second Malcolm’s fingers made contact.

  Not satisfied with the minimal ambient light from the cityscape, Malcolm blindly searched for the wall switch with his palm. After a quick swipe, the soft interior lamps turned on. Every one of his boy’s expressions were precious to him and he didn’t want to miss a single one. All of Seth’s body was a treasure. Malcolm planned on inspecting every inch.

  Seth struggled in his grip, but Malcolm held him fast, using his body weight to keep his boy pinned. The kiss wasn’t soft or romantic. Malcolm took Seth’s mouth in a bruising exchange, fed every ounce of lust and need into the greedy kiss.

  But he needed more.

  Malcolm broke the connection and grabbed Seth’s jaw, gazing into his boy’s dazed, green eyes. He sensed they’d broken through some invisible barrier that night. Perhaps he’d needed the closure by taking Seth to the place where he’d met and fallen in love with his first boy. Or maybe Seth had needed to see the club for himself, to get closer to Malcolm by experiencing the world where the seed of being a Daddy had first been planted.

  Either way, he sensed a change between them, a change in Seth. But the difference wasn’t something to mourn or fear. It was to be embraced.

  “I love you so fucking much, boy.”

  Seth’s eyes widened, his breath hitching. “I love you too, Daddy. I need you.”

  “What do you need, baby boy? Do you need your Daddy’s cock in your mouth? Your ass?”

  “Please…”

  Seth struggled some more but was unable to break free from Malcolm’s punishing grip. He writhed against Malcolm, teasing him with the promise of what it would be like when he was balls deep in his boy and Seth was taking every thrust Malcolm gave him then begging for more with his body.

  “On your knees.”

  Malcolm released Seth then took a small step back. He placed a hand on his shoulder, encouraging him to drop to the floor. Malcolm curled his fingers in Seth’s hair, then used his other hand to pop the first button of his leather pants.

  “Go on. Take out my cock and show me how good you can suck it. Do it just like Daddy taught you.”

  Seth’s fingers shook as he fumbled with Malcolm’s zipper. Malcolm watched Seth’s every movement, transfixed by the deep, high flush on his cheeks, how his lips were parted slightly and how desperate he seemed to get to Malcolm’s prick.

  At last, Seth managed to peel Malcolm’s pants down far enough that his dick popped free. A low groan rumbled in Malcolm’s chest as Seth rubbed his nose in Malcolm’s salt and pepper curls at the base of his cock. Seth dragged his tongu
e across his sac, and his steeled length jumped in response.

  “Mmm. Such a good boy. Sucking Daddy’s balls just the way he was taught.”

  Seth continued to mouth Malcolm’s sac, lavishing each ball with attention before moving to the next. Malcolm reached down a finger then swiped the pad across the drops of precum that had gathered at his slit.

  “Show me your lips.”

  Seth let go of Malcolm’s nuts then peered up at him, his mouth kiss swollen and shiny from working Malcolm’s sac over so well. He intended to make them shinier.

  “Stay still.”

  Malcolm painted Seth’s lips with the precum, then gathered more of the sticky liquid to do it again. When he was satisfied with how debauched Seth looked, he stroked a thumb across Seth’s cheek, unable to believe his fortune at what a beautifully compliant boy he had.

  “Lick your lips clean for Daddy.”

  Seth obeyed, the sight only making Malcolm’s dick leak more. At his age, he would’ve thought he’d have more self-control. But Seth had burst into his life and upended everything he’d thought was true about himself and his world. The thought of never having met Seth, or of not bringing him home that first night, was too agonizing to bear.

  “Sweet baby…” Malcolm carded his fingers through Seth’s hair. “Let Daddy feed you his cock. You’ll take all of it, won’t you?”

  “Yes, Daddy.” Seth’s voice was barely above a whisper as he gazed up at Malcolm, his eyes wide and expectant. “Whatever you want.”

  Malcolm grasped his dick then guided the tip to Seth’s waiting mouth. “Lick the end clean first. Then open your mouth and I’ll take control.”

  As soon as Seth’s warm, wet tongue touched his hard flesh, Malcolm almost lost it. He couldn’t fuck Seth’s mouth for too long—he’d never last. But his boy was so proud of how much better he’d gotten at giving head, so Malcolm continued.

  However, he needed inside. Needed Seth’s inner heat wrapped tightly around his throbbing length.

  “That’s it. Take every inch.”