Boss Daddy: Naughty Daddies Series Page 8

  I tugged at the drawstring of his pants, releasing the knot before shimmying his pajama bottoms and underwear down and off his legs. I moaned at the sight of his gorgeous body; his arms secured over his head and his perfect cock resting against his pelvis, dripping onto his skin.

  “You know what I just realized, boy?”

  “What, Daddy?”

  “I haven’t had that pretty cock in my mouth yet.”

  “Ohh god…” Lucas’ dick jerked and a string of clear liquid poured down his hip.

  “Is that what you want?” I asked before slowly tracing my tongue across my top lip.

  “Yes, Daddy; please, I need it.”

  “Mm, I always give my boy what he needs.”

  Lucas lifted his head slightly to watch as I touched the tip of my tongue to his slit, lapping up the tangy fluid from his head. This was not the norm for me, but I wanted everything with Lucas. I wrapped my lips around his crown and sucked him like a lollipop, loving the whimpers and moans that poured from him.

  My hand tickled down onto his fuzzy sack, where I massaged his balls, rolling them between my fingers and bouncing them on my palm. I sucked him deeper, and saliva dripped down his shaft onto my fingers, coating them in slick liquid. I popped my lips from him and instructed, “Spread your legs.”

  He snapped them apart, exposing his pretty pink pucker. I touched my slippery fingertip to his wrinkled flesh, feeling how tight it was. My boy was untouched, and I needed to get him stretched to take me.

  “Take deep breaths and relax for Daddy,” I told him in a soothing voice. He took a slow breath through his nose and when he breathed out, I slid the tip of my finger inside him and he flinched. “Easy, rabbit. I’m going to take care of you.” He nodded and breathed deeply again, and I pushed forward. His flesh opened up to take my digit completely inside his tight, warm hole. In awe of the sexy sight, my voice was a whisper when I told him, “There you go. Just like that.”

  I pulsed my finger in and out, and Lucas slowly loosened up around it and started moaning again. I knew it’d take more than one finger to prep him, but that I’d need better lube than spit to keep him comfortable. So, I stretched out my other arm and was just able to grab a bottle of lube and condom out of my nightstand.

  I clicked open the lid and drizzled the clear jelly over my hand. When I pushed in a second finger, it slid in effortlessly. I rocked my hand back and forth, gliding my digits through his tight channel. “How does that feel?”

  “So good, Daddy.” Lucas’ hands gripped the pillow beneath his head, and his stomach swelled with heavy breaths.

  “Are you ready for Daddy’s cock?”

  “Yes! Oh my god, yes!”

  He groaned when I slipped my fingers free, making me smile at his enthusiasm. I looked down the front of my body and realized I was still fully dressed, so I removed my clothes faster than ever before, and Lucas licked his lips as he studied my form.

  I ripped the condom wrapper open with my teeth and tossed the foil behind me before rolling the latex down my shaft. I wanted nothing more than to take him bare and mark his body; Lucas was a virgin and I’d always practiced safe sex and was tested reguarly by Doc, so my sweet boy would be safe either way, but I didn’t want to make him uncomfortable. We hadn’t had that conversation yet, and I couldn’t pause one more moment to do so.

  I squirted a blob of lube onto my tip and threw the bottle...somewhere before cupping my hands into the backs of Lucas’ knees and pushing them up towards his chest, opening his body up for me. I lined my tip up with his pucker, reminded him, “Breathe,” and pushed forward.

  His face scrunched up as my fat tip popped through his ring of muscle, but he kept breathing. “Good boy; nice and deep.” I inched forward, sinking my dick into the tightest hole I’d ever felt. His ass was warm and squeezed around me. “That’s it; take it all.” I didn’t stop until my balls rested against his cheeks.

  I waited until Lucas’ face relaxed before I rocked my hips. I started slow, moving only a couple of inches back and forth until his body took me easier and whimpers escaped his lips once more. Then I pulled back until my tip was barely inside him before submerging my cock into his heat again.

  “You’re so tight,” I grunted through my teeth as I sped my pace, snapping my hips back and forth. “You feel incredible.” I thrust hard and Lucas cried out, squeezing his pillow until his knuckles were white. His jaw was slack and bliss was painted on his face. “Does Daddy make you feel good?”

  “Yes!” He looked at me with wild need burning in his eyes. “Yes, Daddy! Please, give me more!”

  “Fuck yes.” I pushed his knees closer to his chest and slammed inside him, and Lucas nearly flew off the mattress as he screamed his pleasure. “I think Daddy found your sweet spot.” I pounded into his tight ass while he called out and clawed at the pillowcase.

  His body wriggled and he pushed his hips down to meet every thrust. I released one of his knees to slap his ass, making him arch his back and cry out again. “I’m in charge, boy. Am I going to have to tie down your legs too?”

  “Do it! Oh god, Daddy, do it!”

  Good lord, I’ve created a monster. I loved his excitement, but I was not about to stop what we were doing to tie him up, so instead, I wrapped his legs around my waist and told him, “Don’t move.”

  I fucked Lucas hard and fast as he moaned and writhed and chanted my name. He was the hottest thing I’d ever seen, and I was convinced that the sweat dripping down my face was from just being near him.

  Lucas bit his lip as he examined down his body; his cock slapped against his pelvis as I rode him hard, and his skin was soaked with pre-cum. He looked pleadingly up at me and begged, “Daddy, please, my dick-”

  “My dick,” I growled, pounding into him even harder.

  He stuttered something about jesus; I couldn’t quite make out what he said except for the word, “Yours,” but it was all I needed to hear. His submission had me ready to blow.

  I brushed a feather light touch over his cock. “You want me to touch you here?”

  “Please!” He sounded close to tears with desperation and need, and I couldn’t tease him any longer.

  I also couldn’t hold out. I lost control as my balls rolled and lifted, and I grunted as I buried my cock deep in his ass, filling the condom with such force that stars danced in my vision.

  I wanted my boy to have his release too, so I wrapped my hand around his slick, throbbing dick. I barely managed to get the word, “Come,” past my lips and, having only stroked him twice, watched in awe as he came apart. His back arched and his cock erupted, spraying thick stripes of cum from his shoulder to his navel.

  “So beautiful,” I panted, but Lucas didn’t thank me or respond at all. It seemed he was barely able to keep conscious as he stared at the ceiling with a blissed-out expression.

  I leaned over him and eased his t-shirt the rest of the way off his body before using it to wipe down his torso. “There we go, rabbit; all clean.” I tossed it to the floor and when I pulled out of his body, Lucas didn’t even make a sound. I tied up the condom and tossed it to the floor too; I’d pick it up later, but I needed to care for my boy.

  I lay beside him and caressed my hand over his cheek. “Lucas, I need you to look at me.” He slowly panned his head around and gazed at me with floating eyes. “Are you alright?”

  “So...fucking...good,” he responded in a raspy voice.

  I chuckled and patted my chest. “Good. Come cuddle with Daddy.” I didn’t want to get under the covers just yet; I needed a moment to cool down first.

  Lucas rolled onto his side and nestled his face onto my hairy chest. I tucked him safely under my arm as he tangled our legs together. Nothing had ever felt more right than holding my boy close to me.

  Everything felt right since Lucas came into my life. I had someone to spoil and laugh with, to talk to and care for. I’d never been happier. And though I’d never felt it before, I knew I was in love. But how did I tell Luca
s? Was it too soon? Would he feel pressured to say it back? That was one thing I didn’t want to control.

  I decided it was best to let things be, and that Lucas would say it when he truly felt it...if he ever felt it. It was like a punch to the nads to think about, but it was something I had to accept. But even if things stayed just the way they were, they were still pretty damn great.

  I smiled as I listened to Lucas’ breathing slow down and even out. His body was overloaded with so much pleasure that it was shutting down. Just when I thought he was asleep, he said in a barely audible whisper, “I love you, Daddy.”

  I knew what I heard, but it seemed too good to be true; like wishful thinking, so I asked, “What did you say?” He flinched and froze. “Lucas?”

  “I’m sorry, I...I thought you were asleep.”

  “Why would you say that when I was asleep?”

  “Because I’m scared.”

  His admission made my heart squeeze. I never wanted him to be afraid; especially of me. “Please look at me.” It took a moment, but he finally turned to face me, looking up at me with big, watery eyes. I hated to ask but I had to know, “What are you afraid of?”

  “Your reaction,” he whispered. “I don’t know if I’m allowed to say that...you know, with our agreement. I didn’t want to make you mad.” How could his love possibly make me angry? “But I had to say it; especially after what we did. It was pushing on my heart and I had to get it out.”

  My sweet, precious boy. “Lucas, listen to me; fuck our agreement.” His chin wobbled and moisture clouded his eyes. “No! I didn’t mean it like that. I just meant that I don’t want anything binding you to me anymore.” A fat tear rolled down his cheek and I wanted to punch myself in the face. “I’m so bad at this.” I took a deep breath to clear my mind and tried again.

  “I’ve had agreements before, clearing debts in exchange for sex and favors.”

  Another tear streamed down Lucas’ cheek as he tried to push me away. “I don’t think I can listen to this.”

  “No, please.” I wiped his face dry with one hand and kept him close to me with the other. I couldn’t let him run away just because I was an idiot and doing a terrible job of explaining myself.

  “I only said that to say this; even when I first brought up this option, I knew things would be different between us. I felt a connection with you and it’s only grown deeper. I’ve never felt what I feel for you. So what I’m saying is, I don’t want an agreement because I don’t want you to feel like you have to be with me. Instead, I want a relationship with you. And...I love you too.”

  “Oh, Daddy.” He buried his face into my chest and it damped with his tears.

  “Dammit, was that still terrible?”

  He chuckled and sniffled before smiling up at me. “It was great.” Thank fuck. “So in our relationship...you’ll still be Daddy, right?”

  “You bet your sweet little ass I will be.” Just because he was my boyfriend didn't mean he wasn’t my sub. The only thing changing would be the term to describe us.

  “Good. I always want you to be my Daddy.” His eyes widened and he said quickly, “What I mean is…” He gulped and got a determined expression on his face. “No, that is what I mean. I hope you’ll always be my Daddy.”

  I was so goddamn proud of him. He was nervous, but he made his needs and intentions clear. I wrapped my hand around the back of his head and pulled him into a kiss, whispering, “Me too, rabbit,” against his lips.

  Yes, I was a sap. Yes, I was totally gone over this boy. No, I didn’t give a flying fuck. It didn’t matter how long I’d known him or what my past looked like. Lucas was my future, and all that mattered was how he made me feel. And he made me feel like the luckiest man in the world.

  I broke our kiss and Lucas giggled when I pecked his nose. “Can we get under the covers, Daddy? I’m cold.”

  I was still a raging sweat box, but I was also putty in my boy’s hands, so I pulled back the blankets and got us all tucked in together. Lucas nuzzled into my chest hair again and this time, said loud and proud, “I love you, Daddy.”

  My heart damn near beat out of my chest as I hugged him close. “I love you too.”

  Chapter Eight

  Lucas

  I was about to smash my face into the mirror. I’d been trying (and failing miserably) to knot my tie for the past twenty minutes. Each attempt resulted in a mangled mess. I knew Daddy would happily help, but I wanted to surprise him with my complete look.

  Tonight, he was taking me somewhere very special; the casino he owned with his friends. It wasn’t like a regular casino, though, which is why I was dressed in the black bespoke suit Daddy bought for me, which fit my body like a silk glove.

  The casino sounded very swanky; Daddy said that everyone dressed up, and that the tables and games had high limits. There was even live music. He also said that he made a lot of money from the business even though it was at a secret location, which made me believe the casino wasn’t entirely legal, but I didn’t care. If I cared about that sort of thing, I was with the wrong man.

  I sighed, finally accepting defeat with the tie. I let it hang loose around my neck as I left the bathroom and walked into the bedroom. “Daddy, could you help me with-” my words dried up when I laid eyes on him.

  He was more gorgeous than I’d ever seen him, dressed in a dark blue pinstripe suit that hugged his curves in all the right places. Underneath, he wore a white dress shirt with the two top buttons undone and his sexy silver chest hair peeking out.

  “Daddy, you look so handsome.”

  “Thank you, sweet boy.” He lifted the ends of my tie and used them to pull me into a kiss. When we parted, he shook the fabric and asked, “Is this what you needed help with?”

  “Yes, please.”

  He went to work, quickly and masterfully tying the fabric into a lovely knot. I watched his hands as he went, and noticed a thick, diamond encrusted silver ring on the pinky of his right hand.

  “Is that a new ring?” I asked when he was finished. He wore many, but I’d never seen this particular one before.

  “Nah, I’ve had it for years. I just don’t wear it that often.” He raised an eyebrow and asked, “Do you like it?”

  “Very much.”

  “Then hold out your hand.” I did as he asked, and my jaw dropped when he slid the jewelry from his finger. He tried it on each of mine, chuckling when his pinky ring fit onto my thumb. “It’s yours.”

  “Really?”

  He winked and replied, “It looks better on you anyway.”

  “Oh, thank you, Daddy!” He laughed again when I squeezed him in a tight hug. He always spoiled me with gifts, but lately they were getting more romantic. After we confessed our love, my big gangster turned total marshmallow. He took me out for a spa day (demanding that the spa provided me with a female masseuse), had flowers delivered to me, and treated me to fancy dinners.

  Yesterday he even surprised me with plane tickets to Aruba; he planned a whole trip for us coming up in a few weeks, just because he found out that I’d never been on vacation and he said I deserved one. Not gonna lie, I cried. Like, full on ugly cried for ten minutes straight while Daddy just laughed and held me. It made him so happy to treat me, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to stop him.

  “So,” I said when I finally let him go and took a few steps back, “How do I look?” I held my arms out to the side and wiggled my fingers, making sure my new bling caught the light.

  “You’re stunning.” I didn’t even try to halt the smile that stretched from ear to ear. “Now turn around and let me look at that ass.”

  I giggled at how quickly he could go from sweet to naughty as I spun around. I lifted the bottom of my suit jacket and gave my ass a little shake, and Daddy hummed his enjoyment.

  "Damn, Vinny; you’re looking at him like he’s cattle at auction," Johnny's voice sounded.

  I turned back around to find him and Sal waiting in the bedroom doorway. They still never knocked. Daddy sna
rled at the words, but I just laughed.

  Another great thing to happen over the past couple of weeks was that I'd grown closer to the pair. Johnny and Sal looked out for me and became like the big brothers I never had. They liked to tease Daddy that I was too good for him; he always agreed with them, even though I thought they were crazy.

  I'd also grown closer to Angelo. He kept me company anytime Daddy had to go to work. We got along great and I really enjoyed his company, even though he usually kicked my ass on video games. I invited him out with us tonight (after I asked permission from Daddy), but Angelo said he wasn't a big casino guy. I didn't know if I was a casino guy either; I had no clue how to gamble or play any of the games, but I was excited to go anywhere with Daddy.

  "You're looking sharp tonight, Lucas," Sal told me with a smile.

  "Thank you." He and Johnny looked nice too in their suits, but I wasn't about to say it; Daddy might get jealous and relieve them of their balls. He'd only gotten more territorial over me during our relationship, and I loved it. I loved belonging to him and knowing I made him happy.

  "And Vinny, you look…" Sal bobbed his head back and forth. "Maybe just keep close to your boy and his good looks will rub off on you." Johnny laughed, but Daddy seemed unaffected by the joke.

  "I don't plan on letting this beautiful boy out of my sight." He kissed my lips and Johnny groaned.

  "You used to be more fun to tease."

  Daddy ignored him again and offered me his hand. "Ready?"

  "Ready."

  The drive to the casino was fun in itself; we took Daddy's SUV and he made his friends sit in the back so that I could have the seat of honor up front with him. Sal and Johnny complained and cussed him out, but none of it was serious. They loved to give each other a hard time; it's how they bonded.

  I was surprised when we got to our destination. I was expecting a grand building with bright lights and a red carpet; not a bland stone structure that looked like it'd seen better days. Its windows were dark and it appeared to be uninhabited. I heard no music or slot machines or cheers. Are we at the right place?