room service won’t be able to see anything because of the bedroom door, but will they be able to hear?
“Come in!” I call out. “You can leave the food in the sitting room!”
I hear the outside door swing open and the rolling of a cart in the outer room. Daddy pushes deeper into me, and he’s right. My toes curl.
“Would you like anything else, Mr. Sullivan?” A female voice asks.
Daddy’s breath is hot on my neck, and his knot is still big inside me as the woman waits for my response.
“N-no. That’s everything!”
Plates clink in the other room and Daddy rolls his hips again.
“Have a good afternoon, Mr. Sullivan.” I hear the cart rolling away and the click of the door shutting behind the woman.
Daddy rolls on top of my body and drives into me with a force that makes the air leave my chest.
“Oh!”
Our bodies are slippery with sweat, so he has to grab the headboard for leverage as he pounds into me. My cock is trapped underneath my stomach, rubbing against the sheets. Daddy grabs my hair and yanks hard as he picks up speed.
“I’m going to fill you with my seed, baby boy. Breed you.”
He’s pegging my prostate now, and I clutch the sheets, powerless and pliant underneath him.
“Fill you so full with my cum.”
His thrusts become slower and harder, and I think I can feel it—his seed. Maybe that isn’t true. Maybe I’m imagining it. But God, it’s good.
Daddy fucks into me one last time, then collapses, sucking at the crook of my neck. The weight of him makes it hard to breathe, but I don’t mind. Peace washes over me as Daddy nips at my neck and shoulder, claiming me again and again. I could stay here with him forever. This is where I belong.
“See, baby boy? Ordering grilled cheese wasn’t that hard, was it?”
I laugh. I had forgotten all about that.
“It’s just that grilled cheese is for kids,” I try to explain. It even said so on the menu.
“Maybe that’s part of the appeal, baby boy. And that’s okay. I enjoy caring for you while you read to me or snuggle with Frankie. It makes me happy. Please don’t hide that part of yourself from me. I want to see it.”
I don’t know how to respond. We’ve only known each other for a short period of time, and yet it feels like Timber already understands me better than anyone.
“That part of me is bigger around you,” I say. That’s probably a weird way to describe it. At home, I find comfort in Frankie and my books, but around Timber, that comfort is thicker. It’s like the difference between water and molasses. It feels safer too. I can fully immerse myself and not be afraid of what might happen. I’m not even sure what I’ve been afraid of in the past. That I’d end up looking stupid in front of other people? I worry about it even when I’m alone. But with Timber, the fear is gone.
“Good,” Timber whispers in my ear. “Maybe the next time we see each other, we can explore it a little more? Would that be okay?”
I’m not sure what that would entail, but it sounds nice.
“Okay.”
We lie there in silence for a while as his knot goes down. I know we need to talk about how this relationship is going to work, but it was wonderful to read together and make love first. I think I needed that.
And I think Timber knew.
It’s funny. Love is so different than I thought it would be. I always imagined grand sweeping gestures in my youth—flowers, poetry, romantic dinners at fancy restaurants—but with Timber it’s cuddling in his lap, grilled cheese, and sex so good I’ll treasure the little reminders of our love every time my ass smarts.
Love with him fits me well.
“I think I can sneak you into my house,” I say. “I already have a car with a breathable trunk that I commissioned for my employee, Marjorie. When the courts were deciding how to handle my case, I wanted a way to escape if one of the Monroes ended up as my legal guardian.”
“That’s clever, baby boy.”
His praise feels good.
“You’ll get into the car at Marjorie’s place. She lives in a condo with an underground garage. It’s separate and private, and it has a door that connects to the main garage. I have a car I keep there, just in case. The day before our scheduled time together, we could get someone