One Cup of Daddy and a Dash of Love - Victoria Sue Page 0,65

disgust. He wanted Daddy’s thumb. He checked the time on his phone one more time and sat up when it wasn’t even 4:00 a.m. He spent the next hour counting sheep as Gran would have said before giving up at five and going downstairs. Maybe there was a square inch of the kitchen he hadn’t cleaned?

He was just unpacking his new clothes and sorting them for washing when he heard the kitchen door open. Daddy walked in.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you,” Dash blurted out.

“I couldn’t sleep,” Daddy grumbled and came right up to Dash. “I was missing my baby boy–sized hot-water bottle.” And Daddy took the clothes from Dash’s hands, tossed them onto the counter, and pulled him in close. Dash sighed in utter contentment and snuggled. If he could have physically buried inside of Daddy any further, he would have. “Punishment’s over.”

“Yes, Daddy,” Dash said, the relief of being able to say the words making his knees weak, and let Daddy take him by the hand and lead him back upstairs. They paused while Daddy shot into Dash’s bedroom to fetch Tuppence, who was promptly displayed on the nightstand in Daddy’s room, and then Dash was tucked up in bed next to Daddy, as tightly wrapped up in his arms as he could be.

They both slept for a while, and when Dash woke up with Daddy plastered to his back, he wriggled back a little. Then he woke up quickly because Daddy was hard, and pressed into him. Cautiously, he pressed back a little more, because it made him feel all tingly

“Does my baby boy need something?” Daddy rumbled out in that sexy voice that made Dash shiver.

“I ache, Daddy,” Dash admitted shyly. And slowly he pulled Daddy’s hand down to his own hard cock so he could see how hard Dash was as well.

“And what do you need, sweetheart?” Thoughts and possibilities stole Dash’s voice for a few seconds. Did Daddy mean specifics?

Daddy lifted up on one elbow and rolled Dash onto his back. His hand drifted back to the rather large tent in Dash’s shorts. Daddy tutted softly. “This looks uncomfortable. How about we take these sleep pants off?” Dash nodded enthusiastically, but Daddy just arched an eyebrow.

“Yes,” Dash croaked out, knowing Daddy wanted him to use his words. Daddy sat up and took hold of the waistband of his pants and slowly eased them down, so slowly Dash wasn’t sure he wouldn’t just come from the look in Daddy’s eyes. He tossed the pants to the floor, never once taking his eyes off Dash, and trailed a light finger all the way from Dash’s throat, over his chest—the gasp as he brushed Dash’s nipples was loud—over his stomach, and happily followed the light dusting of hair lower down.

“You need to tell me what else you want Daddy to touch.”

Dash shivered. He adored it when Daddy talked like this. “My-my special place.”

“Hmm,” Daddy murmured, the approval obvious in his voice. “And do you want your special place touching with Daddy’s fingers or Daddy’s lips? Or maybe even Daddy’s tongue?”

“Daddy,” Dash moaned, unable to stay still. “Please.” He wanted all of it, and whatever way Daddy chose. He just wanted Daddy as close to him as he could physically get, and he took a hurried breath as that particular need registered in his brain. His cock jumped in Daddy’s hand.

Daddy let go and made short work of his own pants and reached over to the drawer in the nightstand, getting out a bottle of lube and some condoms. Dash zeroed in on them, and Daddy cupped his cheek. “No pressure. Doesn’t have to be today. Doesn’t have to be this month. No one but you can say when you’re ready, okay?”

Dash reached for Daddy. He knew and he understood, but if Daddy didn’t kiss him right now, he would explode. Daddy smiled and bent down, but he didn’t kiss him. He sucked one of Dash’s nipples straight between his lips and reached out to finger the other one. Dash arched up, gasping, his hands on Daddy’s shoulders and his fingers digging into Daddy’s skin. Daddy let go of both his nipples once they were hard and tingly and worked his way down lower until Dash desperately needed to feel Daddy’s lips on his cock right now.

Daddy pushed Dash’s knees up, then grabbed a pillow and arranged it under Dash’s ass. He wriggled down a little lower, stroking a finger in lazy circles around Dash’s groin.