by Marie, Carly
Gray's eyes lit up, but then his nose scrunched up. "Hurry, Daddy. I gotta pee."
I grabbed a washcloth from the drawer and ran it under the water. "I figured as much," I said, wringing the cloth out. His face and hands were washed a few seconds later, and I watched him scurry out of the room and up the steps, probably heading directly to our bathroom.
The dishes got unceremoniously dumped into the sink, and the leftover macaroni got covered and pushed into the fridge. In seconds I was taking the steps two at a time to catch up with Gray. I made it to the bathroom just as he flushed the toilet.
Unlike at DASH, Gray hadn't been pulled from little space with me in the bathroom, and he grinned when he saw me. "Done!" His proclamation was earnest and full of excitement.
"Good job. Let’s wash your hands so we can get you in the tub."
Gray's eyes scrunched together. "But I'm getting a bath, and you just washed my hands."
"And then you touched your…" Fuck, what did I even call it? Dick definitely wasn't what a little, or a little dragon, would call it. "Your special place." I inwardly cringed. It sounded terrible in my head, but Gray didn't seem to take offense.
"I like touching there."
I could have sworn I saw a wink, and I had to turn my head to avoid laughing. "Well, you don't get to touch that right now no matter what. Only Daddy can make it feel good." At least I was pretty sure that was what I'd read. I was at the point that I was winging it.
Gray moaned and even the snug briefs and bulky sleeper didn't hide the way he’d liked the words that had come out of my mouth.
I bit the inside of my cheek so I didn't encourage him more and turned my attention to filling the tub. I knew my husband liked steaming hot water, so I turned the knob to hot and poured bubbles in.
Gray's excited squeal startled me. "Bubbles!"
"Yeah, baby. Bubbles."
I stood back up and walked toward Gray, who was more interested in the water filling the tub than what I was doing. It made getting him undressed effortless. I unzipped his sleeper and slid it off his arms, then worked it down his body and off his legs. It wasn't dirty, but I tossed it into the hamper anyway. I'd gone to the store earlier in the week and bought enough pajamas for him to last the weekend. He'd gotten caught up in work the night before and it had given me time to wash them and tuck them all into a dresser drawer without him noticing. Now they were there waiting for him to wear this weekend.
When I reached for the waistband of Gray's underwear, I was surprised to find him not just interested but fully hard. His cock had clearly been leaking precum for a while because there was a wet spot on the front panel. As I exposed his dick, it sprang forward and he sighed at the relief.
I held a hand out and guided him toward the tub. I hadn't thought to get bath toys, but it didn’t seem to matter. With Grayson naked, the air in the room had changed, and I could feel sexual tension crackling between us.
He chewed on his lip and blinked up at me, innocent brown eyes totally at odds with the words that came out of his mouth. "Aren't you coming in too, Daddy?"
If my dick hadn't been hard already, it certainly would have been then. As it stood—literally and figuratively—I just became even more uncomfortable in my jeans. The question should have been easy, but I was still figuring everything out myself. If I got into the tub, was this going to turn sexual? And if it did, would Gray be okay with that? I took a deep breath to buy some time, then studied Gray. "Are you sure you don't want the big tub all to yourself?"
Gray didn't hesitate to shake his head. "No. I want you with me."
Even Daddies didn't always have the answer, but I was going to take Gray's lead. I'd been doing that a lot lately, and so far it hadn't led me wrong. I had to trust this wouldn’t either and began to strip my clothes off. It was difficult to not let out my own sigh of relief when I freed my cock from my jeans and underwear. The bathroom had warmed considerably since I'd begun to fill the tub and it kept me from getting chilled.
My clothes got deposited into the hamper, then I shut the water off. If I let it fill more, it would overflow when we both got into it. "Two seconds," I told Gray as I reached for the grape bodywash and a washcloth. I'd originally planned on washing his hair while he was in the tub, but there was no way that was going to happen with us both in it.
I stepped in, then held my hand out for Grayson. He took it and waited for me to sit down with my back against the far side of the tub. With my legs spread to allow Gray to sit between them, I had little choice but to reach between my legs and maneuver my erection so it was pointed toward my belly. Grayson sat down, pressing his ass closer to my body than strictly necessary. I eventually had to let go of my cock so that I could start washing him, and when it rested against his back, the giggle he let out was playful but the moan afterward was pure lust.
This bath was going to be interesting.
I reached for the bodywash and the washcloth, my stomach pressing more fully against his back in the process. The brief contact had Gray wiggling between my legs and his ass cheeks settling around my cock. I bit my tongue as warmth surrounded my erection. I wanted to thrust forward, and I knew it wouldn't take long for me to cum, a few thrusts at most. I'd been in some degree of arousal most of the day, but with our naked bodies against one another, my resolve to behave myself was weakening quickly.
I closed my eyes and focused on breathing while I slowly lathered the washcloth I was holding. After a number of breaths, I finally felt like my hips weren't going to act of their own accord and opened my eyes. "Let's get you washed, baby." My voice sounded strained, each word difficult to get out in an even tone.
Blessedly, Gray didn't wiggle that time, just nodded his head and waited for me to clean him. "It tickles," he laughed as I ran the washcloth across his arm and under his armpit. Trying to wash him while his arm kept squishing to his body was not easy, and his wiggles were not helping my own arousal.
It didn't stop until I'd finished his second arm and finally moved the washcloth down toward his chest and stomach. Being behind him, I was working mostly on feel more than sight, but if the way Grayson sank into my embrace was anything to go by, he didn't seem to mind.
With him basically melted into my chest and stomach, I didn't feel the need to scrub his back. I'd originally wanted to give him a full bath—me on the outside of the tub—but that had changed as soon as he'd asked me to get in the tub with him.
Lost in my own thoughts, I'd stopped washing him, content to hold him in my arms as long as he wanted to stay there. A moment later, Gray's ass wiggled. "What about my special place, Daddy?"
His voice had been teasing, and the wiggles he was giving me were anything but innocent. "Are you being naughty?"
Gray turned his head far enough around that he could mostly see me. "Only in the best possible way."
I couldn't help my laugh. The response had been all Gray, no hint of my boy or my dragon. "Oh, so is this what you want?" I asked, wrapping the washcloth around his dick. I tried to keep the touch clinical, but Gray's entire body vibrated with need and his ass clenched. We both let out moans, and Gray's hips thrust upward into my grip.
"No, baby. Don't take more than you're given."
Grayson whimpered. "But, but," he spluttered, his body tensing as he tried to resist the urge to chase my hand. "Please?"
All signs of little Gray had been replaced with a very needy husband, and I was more confident in teasing this side of him. "Oh no. You need to sit still and let Daddy get you all clean, especially if you want special touches later."
Grayson groaned. "Not. Fair."
With Grayson facing away from me, I was able to let myself smile at his discomfort. "Do you need a spanking to remember who's in charge?" My question had been rhetorical, mainly intended to make him squirm. I didn't think either of us would make it through a spanking without cumming. And while it was fun to punish Gray for cumming without permission, I really wanted to feel him cumming while wrapped around my dick.
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sp; "Maybe take you to the bedroom and put you over my knee?" I continued before he'd even managed to get his brain wrapped around the possibility of a spanking. "I'd make sure your dick"—I stroked his erection again—"was tucked between my legs."
Gray whimpered, trying to get words out, but I kept talking. "You'd feel my erection, but you know better than to cum."
Gray squeaked, and I loosened my hold on his dick. "You'd have to lie there while I warmed your backside. It would feel so good. Maybe I'd even put those super soft sweatpants on that you like me to wear."
His head shook back and forth rapidly. "N-no. No sweats." He'd gotten the sentence out, but I couldn't miss how hard it had been for him to say even those few short words.
"Oh yeah, I know how much you like the feel of them. And you'd have to feel them rubbing over your dick again and again, every time my hand came down on your ass."
Grayson gasped. "S-s-stop!" he yelled. "Gonna cum!"
I let go of his dick and watched it twitch hard, beads of precum spilling out of his tip, but his orgasm didn't come… no pun intended. I used my free hand to trace a circle around his nipple and enjoyed the way Grayson shook beneath me. "P-please." He gave in and rocked against me, then let out a stuttered breath. "Fuck yes. More."
Instead of changing anything about what I was doing, I used my finger to run down his stomach. It wasn't as smooth or tight as it had once been, but I liked it more with the softness that now graced his body.
Gray moaned and whimpered as I traced his belly button. Then, without warning, he let out a growl and turned around. His movement was so fast that water sloshed over the side of the tub with a wave that should have had me worrying about the ceiling below us. At the moment, my attention was more drawn to Gray than the potential of a flood.
With Gray hovering above me, the only person I saw looking down at me was my husband, lust burning hot in his eyes. He still smelled of the grape bodywash, but all other signs of my boy were gone.
And then he smirked and I knew I was in for trouble.
Chapter Twelve
Grayson
"Fuck, it's been too long," I murmured, mostly to myself. Had it been that long? I didn't know. Hell, I didn't even know what had been too long ago. Sex? Mutual orgasms? Or had it just been this insatiable pull and need to come together? I had no idea. But at that moment, I knew whatever it was, it had been too long.
Focusing on my husband below me, I growled words out. "I." I only managed a single word as I settled myself over Spencer's body and rocked my hips so that our dicks rubbed together. His entire body shook beneath me and I knew he was struggling to keep his orgasm at bay.
"Asked." I bit the sensitive skin of his shoulder and sucked what I knew would be a mark onto his skin, praising myself for managing another word. Spencer didn't love marks usually, but as long as he could hide them under his dress shirts, he tolerated them. That time, the gesture made his cock throb against mine and pride swelled inside me. I was going to drive him insane.
"Nicely." I licked gently at the bruised skin, then captured his mouth with mine. I swiped my tongue across his and took satisfaction in his answering moan.
"Now, I take." Spencer's eyes widened marginally. They were too hooded to be called surprised, but they definitely weren't nearly shut anymore.
I had asked nicely. I'd asked for him to touch me, I'd made it clear to him that I wanted more, but he'd been hell-bent on tormenting me. His talk about putting those damned sweatpants on and spanking me. All the while he'd lightly touched my dick, traced my nipples, ghosted touches over my stomach and lower abdomen. He'd driven me insane, and now I was going to pay him back.
Well, try to pay him back and not cum in the process.
I adjusted slightly so that my ass crack was in line with his dick, then slowly slid down his length. I lifted slightly, just to check we weren't too dry, but when our skin slid easily, I began to ride him. The feeling of his head brushing against my entrance each time I came down on him had my imagination going wild with images of him stretching me, inside me, fucking me until I was a boneless heap on the bed.
The further my imagination went, the faster I bounced. The faster I bounced, the more the water sloshed over the sides of the tub. By that point, the bubbles had faded—more accurately, they'd probably popped or splashed over the sides—and I could easily watch my dick as it slapped against his firm stomach.
His dick wasn't even inside me, but the pressure of his head brushing over my hole had me shaking with the need to cum. "Gonna. Fuck. Spence. I need you. Need you in me. Now."
We didn't have lube in easy reach, and bathtub sex was awkward and messy anyway, but I was willing to use conditioner and make an exception. Spencer didn't seem to feel the same way and pushed at my shoulders. "Up," he growled.
I pouted but stood up, using the sides of the tub as support. Once on my feet, I reached out my hand to take his, but he didn't immediately grab it. I was pretty sure he didn't even see it. His attention was focused entirely on my erection bobbing in front of him. "I would have been happy making sex in here work, but you were the one who made me get up. Now you need to get moving." If we'd been out of the tub, I'd have tapped my foot, but in the water, it didn't have the same effect.
Wiggling my fingers to draw his attention to them, Spencer finally reached for my hand. Despite being fully back to my adult self, his protective instincts were still high. "Careful," he said as we stepped out of the tub. Normally I'd have rolled my eyes at the warning, but I found it cute and endearing in a way I wouldn't have before.
"Yes, Daddy," I responded automatically. I'd meant the words to be sarcastic, but instead they came out sincere. I smiled. Maybe it shouldn't have surprised me that it felt right.
Spencer might have liked the words even more than I did because he grinned wickedly, then pulled me close to him. "I like hearing you call me that," he said, nipping at my lip with his teeth.
For a moment, I forgot why we'd gotten out the tub and rocked into him. Spencer was a little taller than me, and my dick ended up rubbing from the top of his balls up to just below his mushroom head. Not the right places to get him off quickly, but plenty to have me close.
Spencer wrapped a hand around my backside, cupping my ass in his palm, then searched for the furled skin of my hole. I gasped into the bathroom when he found it, applying just enough pressure to have me needy but not enough to give me relief. "You're being naughty," he murmured into my ear as his finger disappeared for a brief second before he brought his hand down on my ass. The sound of the smack filled the room, but my moan was even louder.
"Fuck. More. Please. Yes." Was it humanly possible to have the nerve endings in your ass be directly connected to your dick? I had no idea, I wasn't the doctor, but at the moment, that spank was unlike any other he'd ever delivered to me. Affection, sensuality, devotion… How could those things be shown with a firm hand to the ass?
My brain was too far gone to give it much more thought. All I knew was that I needed more. Anything Spencer was willing to give me, I'd take. Fuck, I needed him so badly.
He kneaded the globe of my ass where he'd spanked me, and my knees went weak. I was pretty sure he was holding me up just with his hand on my ass and his mouth on my neck. When had he begun sucking a mark onto my neck?
Holy fucking shit. The man was magic. My dick was throbbing in time with my heartbeat, all my brainpower focused on what he was doing to my body. I hadn't even been able to put my hand on his dick, yet Spencer was rubbing my ass with one hand, sucking marks all over my collarbone, and still finding a way to run his nails down my back at the same time.
Sensory overload was a thing, and it was happening to me right now. "Stop!" I yelped when I felt my orgasm building rapidly. "Too much. Gonna-gonna cum. Need you inside me."
Spencer stepped back enough that I could finally breathe again and my dick stopped pulsating. The asshole was edging me. And he was taking pleasure in it. I'd nearly cum twice already, and we hadn't gotten
out of the bathroom.
His grin was pure wicked as he reached around me to grab two towels, and only then did I remember that we were still dripping from the tub. To my surprise, he shook them out and tossed them over the floor, muttering something under his breath about saving the ceiling, then gripped my hand and dragged me out of the bathroom.
I couldn't help but laugh. It was so uncharacteristic of Spencer to not dry off, but he was stalking toward the bed—me in tow—both of us leaving wet footprints as we went. The carpet had dried our feet enough by the time we reached the bed that our footprints were no longer visible in the plush carpet, but our bodies were still dripping, so I was shocked when Spencer gripped my hips and pushed me onto the bed.
I yelped in surprise as I landed, then watched as Spencer stepped over to the bedside drawer. "Spread your legs for me, baby." The term of endearment was at odds with the rough sound of his voice. "I need to stretch you."
I opened my mouth to argue, but his icy glare had the words dying in my throat. "Don't you dare tell me not to stretch you tonight. When I enter you, it isn't going to be slow and gentle. You and I both need to cum, and I'm not going to be able to resist pounding that ass hard."
I gripped behind my knees and pulled my legs back.
Who said romance was dead?
It wasn't like I'd been looking for romance anyway. I'd been oscillating between aroused and downright horny for most of the afternoon and evening, and now I'd spent the last twenty minutes being edged.
I was beginning to understand what a pressure cooker felt like and why they cooked so damn fast.
Spencer brushed my pucker, the only warning I got before two lubed fingers slipped inside. Far from pain, my entire body lit with desire and I accepted the intrusion easily. My back arched off the bed and an animalistic moan filled the room that I only realized after the fact had been from me.
As the initial wave of pleasure subsided, I cracked my eyes open to find Spencer staring down at me with a pleased smile on his lips. "I think I just found Storm."