by J P Sayle
Whatever it was, he wanted it never to end. The loneliness he’d suffered, even when he’d dated Andy, seemed to disappear as he chatted and joked with Ellie. The ease with which they worked around each other was like a choreographed dance. Almost as if they’d been doing it for years, not hours. Time slipped by as they ate and Ellie asked him questions about what he loved about teaching.
He spoke about his students and stayed clear of how he’d yet again had cross words with Miss Reardon that morning. He wanted to talk about it but refrained, not wanting to spoil the night.
Once they had cleared the breakfast bar and washed up, he followed Ellie into the lounge. He eyed the large sofa and the one armchair. Where to sit? The option was taken from him when Ellie sat on the couch and patted the cushion next to him, his eyes begging.
Who could resist those pretty silver eyes? He sat, keeping a little distance between them. There was only so much a man could resist when temptation was sitting right there. Placing his hands in his lap, he asked a little desperately, “Shall we watch a movie or do something else?”
A spark lit Ellie’s eyes. It suddenly registered what he’d inadvertently offered. “No, boy. I said dates first. Then we can talk about the next step.” He’d no sooner spoken than Ellie, either not hearing or not understanding him, slid into his lap. His arms wrapped around his neck, and his backside nestled into Connor’s groin.
No, no, dear god. His chest heaved, and his eyes crossed when soft lips brushed against his ear.
“Are you sure, Daddy? I’ll be a good boy for you.” The seductive tone did things to Connor’s willpower.
He could all but see it fall to the floor in tatters. He tightened his hands on Ellie, convinced he was going to move him onto the seat next to him. Instead, he did the exact opposite, taking hold and dragging him closer. Their chests pressed together when Ellie took it as a signal to straddle his lap. The press of Ellie’s aroused cock against his now burgeoning erection was too much to resist. Connor’s hands moved to Ellie’s hips and drew him forward so their cocks were aligned.
His gaze met Ellie’s, and he saw the look of pure want that crushed any hopes he had of not giving in. His earlier thoughts of resisting Ellie fled as fast as his cock hardened to steel in his trousers. Where is my control? It was laughable right then.
“You know, pushing me in this way could result in you getting your backside tanned until you can’t sit down.”
An indrawn breath and low moan were followed by Ellie nodding. The pink hue covering his cheeks and begging eyes spoke to him. “Is that what my boy wants, for Daddy to show him what happens to my naughty boy?”
Breaths wheezed out loudly before Ellie could manage another nod. The excitement pulsed against Connor’s crotch. It was evident the very thought of a spanking was turning Ellie on, and Connor couldn’t resist. “Get up and strip off your trousers and underwear.”
The flush on Ellie’s face darkened as he moved to obey. His fingers trembled on the button at the waist of his trousers. There was no hesitation. The button opened, and the zip was lowered before Ellie wiggled his tempting backside out of his trousers, his underwear quickly following. There was not an ounce of shyness in the move when Ellie stood proud, his glistening cockhead protruding towards Connor from beneath his shirt.
The mouth-watering sight left Connor feeling dizzy. His chest heaved at having to keep himself under control. “Come here and lift your shirt so I can see you.” This time there was a slight hesitation before Ellie stepped closer and lifted the edge of his top to reveal more than the tip of his weeping cock. A drop of pre-cum coated the slit when Connor’s gaze lowered. The hairless cock, though slim, was by no means small. The silky smooth skin showed the blue veins beneath. The head was darker and gleamed under the lights. With every passing second, more liquid gathered on the tip before it finally dripped off the end.
What a waste. No sooner had the thought entered his mind than Connor was leaning forward. His tongue slid out of his mouth to capture his boy’s essence, and a groan rumbled up his chest at the salty taste coating his tongue. “You taste delightful.”
The cock in front of him bounced as if thanking him for the compliment. His gaze moved to Ellie’s face when his hips juddered, and his cock was inched closer to his mouth. “You’re such a needy boy. Do you want more of my mouth?”
A smile creased Connor’s face at the frantic nod Ellie gave. “See, what should Daddy do? Punish you or suck your cock? Erm.” The conflict on Ellie’s face told its own story. He wanted both.
Before Connor could overthink it, as was his tendency, he tugged on Ellie’s hand. Gently he placed Ellie over his lap and trapped his dripping cock between his thighs, squeezing. A fleeting thought about the mess his trousers were going to be in by the time he was finished was derailed by Ellie.
His impatient wiggle brought his attention to the creamy skin and pert arse. His teeth clenched together at the idea of sinking them into the firm flesh. He made a promise to himself. Next time. His hands caressed the firm cheeks, familiarising himself with the small globes. A soft moan came from Ellie and encouraged him to do more than caress.
His hand lifted and landed with a loud slap. Ellie trembled, thrust up his backside, and rubbed his cock against Connor’s leg. He likes it. The second slap, harder than the first, got a grunt and then a mewl. But still, Ellie ground back and down.
Gauging what Ellie liked, he slapped at the reddening cheeks with no pattern so Ellie couldn’t prepare. He smacked the whole of each globe until it was a beautiful shade of red.
Increasing growls and grunts, along with several long mewls, gave Connor confidence. With Ellie’s whole body straining and seeking an orgasm, he decreased the speed but ramped up the intensity. His palm stung from the continued slaps and was ignored in favour of giving his boy what he needed.
His erection poked at Ellie’s stomach, showing how much he was getting from Ellie’s submission. The writhing increased, and then Ellie let rip a scream as his body tensed. Wetness soaked through Connor’s trouser leg, and he growled in pleasure. His cock thrummed, desperate to join in and find its release.
Ellie collapsed, gasping, his chest heaving against Connor’s thighs. He chuckled at how wrung out Ellie appeared. His hair was a sweaty mess and stuck to his forehead. His head lifted, and a look of complete adoration had Connor suck in a breath. Lost, he was utterly lost. How could he ever have imagined being with anyone else but Ellie?
“You were beautiful, taking your punishment. Daddy is so proud of his boy.”
Ellie hid his face in the sofa cushions, and it made Connor’s pulse skip a beat. What had he done to make his boy cover his face? Carefully, he shifted and lifted Ellie to reveal his face. He sat Ellie on his lap, not taking his eyes off him. He was unable to get a read on what was going on, and his insides turned to jelly. “Did I do or say something wrong, sweetheart?”
In trying to keep the panic out of his voice, he realised he now sounded angry, which was confirmed when Ellie’s lower lip trembled. “I’m not angry, sweetheart. I promise,” he rushed on to say. “I’m just worried I did something to upset you. You look so unhappy right now.”
A hiccupped sob was followed by a loud sniff. “Daddy, nothing’s wrong. It’s just that I’ve never been praised for being good before.”
He choked back the ball of emotion that made him want to join in with Ellie’s sobs. “I will always praise you for being my good boy. You need to try and not think about what you had before and compare it to what you have now. What is between us will be different not only because I’m different than Seb but also because what we will create will allow you to be who you want to be.”
Oh, crap. The sobs increased, as did his grip on Ellie. “Please, you have to stop with the tears. You’re killing me here.”
Tears dripped off Ellie’s blond lashes and fell down his cheeks as he sucked in a deep breath. The red-rimmed, puffy eyes glistened as Ellie offered up his mouth. “Kiss me, Daddy, and mak
e it all better.” The softly spoken demand in the childish voice Ellie used did funny things to Connor’s heart. He sucked in some much-needed oxygen before giving his boy what he wanted. Soft lips clung to him as he kept the kiss light. He felt the kiss resonate through him in ways he’d never experienced before. His eyes closed, and his senses took over. The taste of his boy, the feel of his tongue sliding against his, the taste of him overwhelmed him and left him a mess of emotions. Almost like a ball of wool that was being unravelled by a child, his feelings were being unwrapped and laid bare.
The kiss seemed to go on forever, his lungs screaming for air, but Connor wanted it to last for eternity. Treasured. He’d never felt so treasured as he was with Ellie held in his arms, offering himself, with trust. Whatever he had believed he knew about emotions reformed, and they were in the shape of the man in his lap. God, how would he survive if anything happened to Ellie?
The thought had him easing back, needing the reassurance Ellie felt the same way. His chest heaved as he saw emotions that mirrored his own on the beautiful upturned face.
“Daddy.”
That one word was enough to have him bury his face in Ellie’s neck and hold on. He swore to whatever god was listening that nothing would come between them. Nothing.
Max
Staring out the window, Max kept his eye on Princess and Morgana, who were lazing in the afternoon sun. His whiskers twitched at how Princess turned to glance in his direction almost as if she felt his gaze.
“No, I heard your thoughts, you nitwit,” Princess huffed at him.
“You, my darling, are too funny for your own good,” Max fired back.
The endearment earned him a hiss, followed by Princess shutting him out. Thankful she was no longer reading him, he strolled off to find Aaden but then remembered he was at work. With a growl, he prowled around the house.
Why hadn’t Connor and Ellie bonded yet? Remember, not going there.
Interest in what was happening between Connor and Ellie kept him on his toes. Not that anything significant had happened. No, he’d have felt the change in their relationship, and wasn’t that why he was antsy? The weeks passed, and without any word from the king or Christina, he got the sense that something was off. His fur lifted as if in agreement.
He skulked upstairs and sat on his bed, resting his head on his paws. He shut out the other guardians and let his mind open. The shift was quick, and he teleported into the king’s chamber. Since the king had given him access to the veil between the worlds, he was able to visit without invitation.
A quick glance showed the chamber was empty. He bared his fangs and sat down to wait for the king’s return. He wasn’t leaving until he got some answers. The unease that frequently came from both Morgana and Princess was enough to make him wait. They needed answers, and if Morgana was persona non grata, then it was up to him.
His nose twitched, and he lifted his head as he scented the air. What was that smell? It was familiar, yet he couldn’t quite place the earthy scent.
“Hello, Max, it’s about time you came to visit. We have so much to talk about.”
A shiver raced down Max’s spine at the sound of the melodious voice. Christina.
Ellie
Humming to himself, Ellie tapped at the keys on the computer. He pulled up the letter he’d been writing before he’d needed to use the bathroom. Bryant Construction were having issues with theft and wanted a review of their security measures, or lack thereof if you listened to Aaden complain.
The review Aaden had carried out three days before now needed formulating into a rundown for the company boss. Ellie could almost hear the money rolling into the bank. The six weeks they’d been open had been hectic. The promotional ads, use of radio, and the local newspaper had gained them a crop of new enquiries, with about sixty per cent wanting to obtain their services. It seemed they were a roaring success. Though Brody was more reserved about saying it, he had no such issues. They were kicking arse, and he got immense pleasure knowing he’d helped.
Hitting print, he went to the printer to retrieve the letter for Brody to sign. Ellie knocked on Brody’s door and entered when Brody called for him to come in.
“I have the letter for you to sign for Bryant Construction. I still need to go through the file you gave me on the last two jobs you went to bid for. I should be able to get to them tomorrow.” He glanced at his watch, his face lighting up with a smile. “I’ve got a hot date tonight, so I need to skedaddle. I have to get ready.”
The last few weeks had been a whirlwind of date nights, each one making him fall deeper for Connor. Not that there had been far to fall. He was smitten, and the fact that Connor made no bones about him being himself only endeared him more to Ellie every day.
“I take it you’re meeting with Connor. Where is he taking you tonight?” Brody asked.
“I’m not sure. He’s been keeping it under wraps.” Ellie shrugged, not at all concerned. “I’m just hoping it ends differently than all the other dates.” He huffed out a sigh.
“Connor still not putting out?” Brody sniggered, his eyes alight with humour.
It was getting ridiculous. They had been dating for weeks, and still Daddy was holding firm on the no sex rule. Oh, they’d had plenty of fun; his smarting backside could attest to that. And yes, he was more than happy with how many times he’d been pleasured to orgasm. Last night had been no exception. He fidgeted, marvelling at how fast his cock swelled just from the memory of Daddy’s lips wrapped around it, with his finger buried deep in his arse.
A low moan made Brody’s eyebrows disappear up his forehead before his finger pointed at the door.
“Get out, you filthy boy. I mean it. Out. I don’t need to know what you and your Daddy get up to,” he said laughing, his face a pretend mask of horror.
Ellie rolled his eyes at Brody’s antics. “Like you don’t like hearing about how Daddy spanks my backside after he’d put a nice fat dildo up my arse.”
“Fucksake. Really? Do I have to hear this?” Aaden’s harsh demand caused a flush to creep up Ellie’s neck.
When he turned to face Aaden, he gave him a sheepish grin. “Sorry, I didn’t realise you were back.”
“And that makes a difference, does it?” Aaden asked, his face a mask of disbelief.
“Tell him to stop torturing me, Aaden.”
Aaden gave Brody a look that made Ellie giggle.
“You, my friend, are just as bad. I hear you and my brother. You seem to forget I’m in the room right next door to yours. The walls aren’t that thick.”
The colour draining from Brody’s face turned Ellie’s giggles into full-on laughter. He held on to his sides when Brody gave Aaden the V, getting up and shoving past them both.
“Enough, I’m out of here. I’ll see you both tomorrow,” Brody said, sailing out of the room, his head held high.
Still chuckling, Ellie walked back to his desk. He shut down his computer and grabbed his bag.
When he reached the bottom of the stairs, he gave his bike a disdainful stare. His little pot of extra money was growing, but with all the things he wanted to buy, a car was a long way down the list. With a sigh that would rival a foghorn, he wheeled his bike into the street and cycled home. On a positive, now it was April at least the weather had warmed up, well, sort of. All he had to contend with now was the rain of which there was a lot. He spent so much time soaked that he had to keep a spare set of clothes at work to change into.
Chest heaving, he turned into his road. A smile lit his eyes at seeing Connor’s car parked in the drive. The previous week he’d had a key cut so Connor didn’t have to wait for him outside. They’d spent more time at his place, and he was aware it was because of his mode of transport. Not that Connor ever complained, unlike Ellie. He loved Connor’s home and would like to spend more time there. He just didn’t know how to broach the subject. Once Connor arrived at his, they tended to stay there. It was only at weekends that Connor drove them back to his place.
The door opened before he could put his key in the lock. His smile grew bigger as Connor moved to take the bike from him and kiss his upturned mouth. On a happy sigh, he opened his lips and let Connor deepen the kiss. His body instantly got on board with the potential of what could happen next.
His happy sigh turned into a moan of complaint when Connor released his mouth. “No, Daddy, don’t stop.”
A finger flicked his nose, “I don’t want to stop, sweetheart, but if I carry on kissing you on the doorstep, we’ll give your neighbours a free show.”
“I wouldn’t mind, Daddy.” His eyes sparkled with mischief when Daddy hesitated, a pink hue coating his cheekbones. “Would you like people to see how you make my backside glow, Daddy?”
A rush of breath ghosted over his face a second before his mouth was captured in a kiss that left him breathless and horny. His Daddy liked that idea. All thought was demolished as this kiss deepened.
Sharp pain in his thigh had Ellie pull back. He shook his head, trying to clear the lust from his head. It registered he’d been pushing up against the bike in his desperation to get to Connor. There was a sheepish grin on Daddy’s face.
“I think we need to do as you suggested and move this inside before I end up with bruises, and not the good kind.” The memory of the little purple indents from Connor’s fingers on his arse cheeks got him wheeling the bike into the house quick smart. A snort had him glance back at Connor. “What? Tell me you’re not as impatient as me?”
“Now you know that would be a lie, sweetheart, but I’ve made plans for tonight.”
Ellie fidgeted on the spot. “Okayyyy. What are you up to?” he asked, taking a step towards Connor.
“I’m not saying. Go on up and get changed into something you don’t mind getting sweaty in”—Connor’s brow lifted—“and it’s not whatever just crossed your mind.” He chuckled.