by KD Ellis
“Language, baby,” Daddy teased, his eyes sparking, before he swirled his tongue around Teddy’s dick again. He sucked for a moment, almost in punishment, before he let Teddy slip from his mouth with a pop. “Show me where you want me, baby.”
Teddy flushed, heat burning through his cheeks. He didn’t know why he felt so shy now, after all they’d done together, but embarrassment coursed through him. Slowly, he slid his fingers over his too-thin stomach and across the sharp edges of his hips, before dipping lower.
He circled his fingertip around his puckered rim. “Here, Daddy.”
Ian’s smile grew devilish as he stretched over him, reaching across the bed to the nightstand. Ian tugged open the drawer and pulled out a small, unopened bottle of lube and a foil packet. Ian threw them on the mattress. They landed by Teddy’s hip.
“Spread your legs for me, Teddy Bear. Let Daddy see you.”
Teddy moaned at the words, parting farther. He felt exposed, on display—but not in a way that made him feel dirty, not like on the podiums downstairs. He felt like Ian could see every part of him—not just his body, but his thoughts, his fears.
Ian flipped open the lube and spilled it over his fingers. Then those fingers, always gentle, always caring, dipped into his crease. “Hold yourself open for me, baby.”
Teddy jerked, a whimper leaking from his mouth as he reached down, digging his fingers into skin as he obeyed.
“Such a pretty boy,” Ian praised. At the same time, he swirled his fingertip over Teddy’s rim until it softened and he could slip inside. Immediately, Teddy tightened around the intrusion. Ian stilled, letting him adjust, not moving again until Teddy whimpered, bucking his hips in a demand for movement, for more. For something.
Ian slowly fucked him with the digit until Teddy was a mewling mess, only then inserting another. Teddy savored the burn, not quite pleasure but not quite pain. “Please, Daddy. Ian, another. Please,” he finally begged.
Ian dropped a kiss on the tender skin of his inner thigh as he slipped in a third finger. “Such a good boy, taking my fingers so well. Feel how tight you are, baby.” Ian guided Teddy’s hand down, encouraging him to slip his own finger in with Ian’s, and that alone was enough to have Teddy barely holding back his orgasm. The feeling of his channel tight around Daddy’s fingers and his own… It was so dirty, but so hot.
“No more, Daddy. I want you now. Please, Ian.” Teddy couldn’t wait longer. His climax was held back by a tenuous thread, and the threat of it snapping had him nearly sobbing.
Daddy pulled his fingers free and Teddy moaned at the loss, the emptiness, but only for a second. Just long enough for Ian to tear the condom wrapper open with his teeth and sheathe himself, then Daddy was there, pressing his cock against Teddy’s waiting ring. Even with the prep, it was tight. Ian inched in slowly, until his balls rested, hot and heavy, against Teddy’s skin.
Teddy cried out at the feeling of Ian inside him to the hilt. He’d never felt like this, like every thrust was reshaping him, consuming him from the inside out until he was something else, something more. Then Ian’s lips were on his, stealing the air from his lungs in time with his daddy’s thrusts. At the same time, Ian dropped his hand down to Teddy’s cock, pulling pleasure from his body like water from a well—but it did nothing to quench the fire that burned in Teddy’s body. It stoked it higher. Teddy was gasoline and Ian a match.
“It’s like your body was made for me,” Ian panted, brushing his lips along the crest of Teddy’s ear before dropping to his neck, nuzzling the spot that never failed to send shivers down his spine. He clenched down on Ian, grinding his cock against the palm of Ian’s hand and unable to speak except to whimper.
“Such a good boy,” Ian continued to praise him, each word winding Teddy higher. He was on a tightrope poised to fall, only his will keeping him aloft.
“Come on, baby,” Ian’s breath came harshly, as did his thrusts, which grew less rhythmic. They were a staccato pulsing, each one pushing Teddy closer. “Come for Daddy, Teddy Bear. I want to see you, wanna feel your tight ass milk me. Come, Teddy.”
The tightrope snapped and Teddy fell, pleasure coursing through his veins as he spiraled, his channel clamping down and body shaking. For a second, he thought he passed out, his vision sparking to black, but then Ian shuddered above him, spilling into the condom inside him.
Teddy waited for him to pull out, to roll over and go to sleep now that he was finished with Teddy’s body, but instead, Ian dropped down atop him. Teddy should have felt smothered, but instead, all he felt was cherished. Ian was still moving, stroking through Teddy’s hair, trailing small kisses over Teddy’s cheek and chin until Teddy relaxed.
Eventually, Ian softened inside him.
Teddy winced when he slipped free. “I wish you could stay inside me forever.”
Ian licked the seam of Teddy’s lips until they parted, then he slid his tongue into Teddy’s mouth in a hot kiss. “We can go to the clinic in the morning and get tested. Then I could fill you up, plug you. Keep you full of my cum all day.”
Teddy whimpered at the thought of carrying some of Daddy around with him.
Ian laughed. “Little minx. You like that?”
“Please can we? Do you mean it?”
“Always, baby.” Ian promised, levering himself off Teddy to climb off the mattress. “Stay here and let Daddy clean you up.”
Ian returned with a washcloth. He was in no hurry, swiping it gently around Teddy’s ass and dick, even over his inner thighs, removing all trace of lube, as well as the remnants of Teddy’s orgasm. After dropping the washrag in the hamper, Ian slid back into bed beside him, folding Teddy back into his arms like he’d never left.
“Sleep time, baby.”
Teddy would have protested, but a yawn interrupted his words. Maybe Daddy was right, and sleep would be for the best.
Chapter Thirty-Four
The clinic was clean and quick. It wasn’t the one Teddy used—he used the free one over by the university, which was, admittedly, still clean, but nowhere near as fast. They’d barely checked in with the nurse before they were called back to a room. There was only one bed, which Teddy hopped up on with Ian’s urging. Ian leaned against the counter, his hands planted on the countertop.
Teddy briefly flirted with the thought of seducing Ian. He didn’t have a doctor kink—or didn’t think he did—but they were alone, and being alone with Ian was enough to spark his lust.
Unfortunately, before Teddy could let his imaginings of fucking Ian on the hospital bed devolve too far, the door opened and a young man in scrubs entered, holding a pair of charts. He was about the same age as Teddy, and like Teddy, he wore eyeliner. He had a bright smile on his face.
“What are we here for today, guys?”
Teddy felt his skin pinken at the matter-of-fact way Ian answered, and thankfully, the nurse didn’t bat an eye. Teddy walked out of the clinic minus a gallon of blood—not really, but it felt like it—less than a half hour after they’d walked in.
Teddy rubbed the crease of his arm, where the weird pink bandage was working hard to strip the area of every stray strand of hair, until Ian swatted his fingers away. “Don’t pick at it, baby. You’ll make it bleed.”
“It’s already bleeding. See?” Teddy shoved his arm upward toward Ian’s face, until the red-tinted cotton that peeked out from under the bandage tickled Ian’s nose.
Ian’s mouth twisted, nose crinkling as he tipped his head back and away, “Gross.”
“Oh come on. Look at it!” Teddy grinned, leaning up on tiptoes to get closer. “How are you supposed to kiss all my booboos if you can’t even look at them?” He feigned a pout.
Ian rolled his eyes but dutifully kissed the bandage that was wrapped around the crook of Teddy’s arm. “There… Happy?”
Teddy tugged his arm down and made a face. “Ew, gross. Do you know how many germs are in the human mouth? I mean, I don’t, but I’m sure it’s bunches.”
“Do you know how
many spankings bratty boys get? I mean, I don’t, but I’m sure that’s bunches too,” Ian teased, reaching around Teddy to swat his butt.
“Nope,” Teddy disagreed, popping his lips at the end of the word. “Naughty boys get corner time. Spankings are for fun time.” He might sound like he was teasing, but in reality, he was serious as a stroke—not just because he enjoyed the feeling of a bare palm on his ass too much for it to be a punishment, but because he’d always vowed not to let anyone hit him in anger, not even for play.
Ian sobered slightly. “Understood. No spankings except for fun.”
Teddy nodded. “Maybe if I’m a good boy today, we can practice?” A shiver of excitement trickled down his spine as Ian’s eyes darkened with hunger. Ian lunged forward, pressing Teddy fiercely back into the side of the truck—hard enough to steal the breath from his lungs but not so hard as to be painful. It was just the right amount of force, combined with just the perfect amount of care, to have Teddy squirming beneath Ian’s palms.
Then Ian’s knee was between his, prying his legs apart until he was riding Ian’s thigh, unable to stop his hips from rocking. He gasped at the coarseness of his jeans against his cock.
Maybe it was a bad day to go commando.
“Daddy,” Teddy gasped and shuddered as Ian clamped his hands around his hips, urging him faster. A tightness spread from his core, from that spot inside him that made everything feel so much bigger, like he couldn’t breathe, though his lungs were heaving.
“Uh-uh, Teddy Bear,” Ian teased, leaning down to clamp his teeth around Teddy’s lower lip and tugging, sucking on the fleshy pout until he cried out. “Good boys don’t come until Daddy says they can.”
“Please, please, Daddy. I’ll be good.” Teddy would be good. He would be so good. He’d be the absolute best. He just needed Daddy to let him finish.
“I don’t know. Only a naughty boy would come out in the open like this, don’t you think? Wouldn’t a good boy wait until they got home?” Daddy’s voice was rumbling thunder that drove the lightning shooting through Teddy’s veins higher.
Teddy was vibrating. It started in his hip and spread lower, an intermittent buzzing against his skin, until—
“Your phone is ringing, Teddy Bear. Better get that.” Then Ian stepped back, leaving Teddy a quivering mess against the passenger door of the truck, only supported by his own wobbling legs, while Ian looked calm and cool, like he hadn’t just had Teddy on the brink of climax.
Teddy fumbled for his phone, his fingers stiff and unwieldy as they dug around the small pockets of his skinny jeans. “Not fair,” he muttered before thumbing the answer button without looking.
“Teddy?” Shiloh’s voice was muffled as it came through the speaker. “Is everything okay?”
Teddy straightened immediately at the rough sound of his best friend’s voice. “You’re asking me if everything is okay? I called you like nineteen times last night!”
“I know. That’s why I’m checking in,” Shiloh replied, so much sarcasm riding his voice that Teddy could almost see him rolling his eyes. “I thought maybe you got mugged or something.”
“And I thought you got kidnapped!” Teddy half-screeched into the phone, ignoring the way Shiloh whimpered at the loudness. “You didn’t show up to Envy. You didn’t answer my calls or my texts. I even shot you a fucking e-mail! An e-mail, Shiloh. Do you know how long it’s been since I used that? High school. It’s been since high school. If it wasn’t for the fact that you ghost me at least twice a year, I’d have been over there banging on the door at two in the morning. And you know I would have done it.”
Teddy only stopped ranting because he ran out of air halfway through his tirade and had to suck in a breath.
Shiloh used the opportunity to interrupt, which was probably for the best, because Teddy was nowhere near done. “I know I’m a shitty person. I should have messaged last night. I…I stayed the night with a trick and didn’t have a phone charger.”
“One of these days you’re going to stay the night with a serial killer or something,” Teddy grumbled, scuffing his shoe across the pavement. He hated it when Shiloh did stupid shit like this. It was so beyond risky that it wasn’t even funny.
There was a long stretch of silence before Shiloh finally spoke. “I need the money.”
“Badly enough to risk your life?”
“Look… Just because we’re friends doesn’t mean I need you analyzing my life choices, okay?” Shiloh snapped, and Teddy’s shoulders sagged at the anger in his friend’s voice. They didn’t fight often, but when they did, he always hated it. “I gotta go. I just wanted to make sure you didn’t die or nothing.”
The line abruptly clicked off, leaving only silence in his ear. Teddy sighed and shoved his phone back into his pocket.
“Everything all right?” Ian asked.
Teddy shrugged and pulled open the passenger door. “I guess. Just Shiloh being Shiloh.”
“Hmm-m.” Ian hummed an acknowledgment before helping boost Teddy into the tall cab of the truck, even reaching across him to buckle him in. “Sometimes we have to let people make their own choices.”
“Even when they’re bad ones,” Teddy finished with a sigh.
“Even when they’re bad ones,” Ian agreed before closing the passenger door and rounding the truck to the other side. Ian climbed in and started the engine, then dropped his large hand onto Teddy’s thigh. It nearly spanned it, his pinkie finger tickling Teddy’s inner thigh while his thumb ran circles above his knee. It distracted Teddy for several minutes as he silently urged Ian to slide his palm higher.
It did not, however, distract him enough that he didn’t notice when Ian took a wrong turn.
“You missed our turn,” Teddy pointed out.
Ian just smirked and kept driving. Teddy peered out of the window, watching the familiar streets pass by, trying to figure out where they were going. Maybe Ian was taking him on a surprise date. It made sense in some ways, since Teddy had to work at the club that night and Ian had said something about ‘running an errand’, which Teddy knew had something to do with his real job at the bureau. But when Ian pulled the truck into the parking lot of what was clearly a university, Teddy’s excitement grew into nerves.
“What are we doing here?” Teddy asked, his voice small. He knew this college. Recognized it, though it had been years since he’d meticulously scoured their website, filling out applications. Despite the time that had passed, it looked nearly identical to his memories of the one and only tour he’d taken before he’d had to drop out before he’d even started.
Ian put the truck into park and turned off the engine before he turned toward Teddy. His own anxiety was clear on his face. “Hear me out. I might have overstepped a bit, but I already talked to the admissions office and the financial aid office, and they still have all your information on file. I know the only thing that was standing in your way of coming here was money, and that’s something I can fix.”
“Back up a bit, just…I don’t understand. Are you saying…? What are you saying?” Teddy didn’t know whether to laugh or cry or storm out of the truck. On the one hand, Ian had overstepped, and by more than just ‘a bit’. But on the other…he’d always wanted to be an architect and Ian was offering that to him, on a silver platter no less.
“I want you to go to college, Teddy. Get your degree. Follow your dreams. You’d make such a good architect,” Ian lifted a hand to Teddy’s face, stroking along his cheek. “It kills me that you spend every night dancing instead of studying buttresses or whatever it is that architects study.” Ian’s lips quirked up slightly before he grew serious again. “I want you to be happy.”
“I am.” Teddy lifted his hand, closing it around Ian’s, but he didn’t pull him away. He just turned his head to brush his lips across Ian’s palm. “You don’t need to send me to college to make me happy. You did that all on your own.”
“Then do it to make me happy,” Ian murmured, caressing Teddy’s skin, slipping his
thumb over Teddy’s lips before dipping between them for the briefest of seconds. “Let me do this.”
The stubborn part of Teddy immediately urged him to refuse. He’d been taking care of himself for years, since long before he’d realized it wasn’t normal for an eight-year-old to make himself dinner, and that part of himself was scared of what it would mean to stop now. But he’d already given Ian control of his body and heart…maybe it wouldn’t hurt to give him control of his mind, too.
“Okay,” Teddy whispered his agreement and it was as if that one single word, that verbal submission to Ian’s will, relinquished him from the hold of his fear and replaced it with calm.
Chapter Thirty-Five
After what felt like hours of filling out paperwork and enrolling for classes—because the fall semester would be starting before Teddy knew it and already the courses were close to being full—Ian pulled the truck up to the curb in front of Envy and let the engine idle. It was late enough that the lights on the sidewalk had already flickered on, and soon enough, the club would be opening its doors.
“I should be back before midnight, but if I’m not, I want you to go upstairs as soon as your shift is over, okay?” Ian fretted worse than a mother hen and it was hard for Teddy to resist rolling his eyes.
“Well, I was thinking of going out back and standing in the alley with a big sign that said ‘Mug me,’ but—” Teddy started to joke, but Ian landed a swat on his thigh and cut off his words. “Geez, lighten up, Daddy.” Teddy laughed and slid out of the truck before Ian could swat him again.
“I’m not afraid to put you over my knee and redden your ass right here, boy,” Ian warned, his eyes glinting.
“You’d have to catch me first,” Teddy teased, blowing Ian a kiss before he slammed the door and sprinted for the side entrance. For a moment, he thought Ian was going to follow him—the look in his eyes when Teddy took off running was predatory, and Teddy swore he heard him growl—but no footsteps stalked him down the alley. Instead, he heard the soft rumble of an engine as the truck pulled away.