every second to deliver what I’d promised. I slid my hand lower to his balls where they hung heavy and tight.
That he loved. When I took his boys out to play.
My lips strained around his dick as I took him in. I sucked him down the back of my throat, backing off only when the urge to gag became too strong.
He didn’t help me at all. Just stood there with his legs spread while I fucked my face on his dick. I slid from the bed to my knees and slipped a finger from his balls to stroke his perineum. His hand tightened in my hair, and his breath came out in quick raspy sounds punctuated with groans.
“Fuck, baby.”
I glanced up as I took him deeper until my face was pressed to his pubis. His eyes were hooded, almost closed, but he watched me. He licked his bottom lip and held on to my head, grinding his cock all the way in. I gagged, drool dripping down my chin, but the look on his face challenged me to do this. To get him off. Make Daddy proud.
This I could give him until I could offer him something better.
“Jesus, Ash.” He pulled back and allowed me to breathe. I took a gulp of air, then spit on his dick and took him back into my mouth.
Head bobbing to the rhythm I found, I used every skill I’d amassed over the years. When his legs stiffened and he let out a long groan, I knew I had him. I massaged his dick with my lips and gently squeezed his balls. He spurted his cum into my mouth, and I swallowed every bitter-tasting drop before I released him.
“Thank you, Daddy.” I gave him a satisfied grin.
“You’re welcome.”
He reached for me and pulled me to my feet. The kiss he pressed to my lips was soft and way too quick for my liking, but he had to go to the coffee shop. I had to respect that, even if I didn’t like it.
“I did good?” I sat back on the bed and this time actually helped to do up the flap of his jeans.
“You were hot and dirty. Perfect.”
I didn’t bother to remind him how far I was from perfect. It was already so evident. I had my next AA meeting later, and given this was my third day, I didn’t feel so strange going. The first time had been unlike anything I’d ever experienced. The second was less shocking. They’d had a speaker meeting and had invited someone to talk to us about their journey.
As Daddy sat beside me on the bed to put on his shoes, I remembered what I’d been thinking about since he woke me up when he climbed out of bed this morning to take a shower.
“Callum, I want to go with you.”
He glanced sideways at me. “Go where?”
“It’s Wednesday.”
He paused, just a second. I almost missed it, but I was watching him closely.
“Ash, that’s not a good idea.”
“Why not?” I wrapped my arms around his waist. “I won’t get in the way, I promise.”
“Why do you even want to go?” He rose to his feet, walked over to the night table, and picked up his phone and the keys for the shop.
“I know it sounds silly, but I feel connected to him somehow.”
Callum stared at me in disbelief. “You know, that’s not necessarily a good thing, given he was in the same situation as you. Look how well that turned out.”
Heat burned in my cheeks. “I still want to go.”
He sighed. “Ash, I told you that the feelings I have for Mario have nothing to do with love. I love you, and you don’t have to worry about these visits.”
“I’m not worried.” By the raising of his eyebrows, he didn’t believe me. “I swear I’m not worried. I just want to be there for you. The same way you’re there for me with my problems.”
“This is different.”
“Why?” I yelled in frustration. I just wanted to not feel so useless, and he wouldn’t allow me to feel better about myself.
Callum clenched his jaws. “Is that the way you speak to your Daddy, all disrespectful?”
I dropped my eyes to the floor. “I’m sorry. I just want to be supportive, and you won’t let me.”
“And that excuses your behavior right now?” I didn’t know what to say, so I remained quiet. “Answer me when I’m speaking to you.”