neck, sending a current of desire down my spine. I groaned into his mouth, gripping the counter to refrain from touching him more than I already was.
If I did, I would be gone.
Little gasps escaped him. His hands explored the back of my neck, the width of my shoulders, kneading into the muscles there. His lips trailed from mine to my chin, where he planted a kiss.
“Daddy Cal?” he whispered.
I opened my eyes and stared down at him. I expected to see desire and for him to demand we fool around. That was Ashton. Instead, he gazed up at me with the most lost expression on his face.
“Ash?” I took him by the shoulders, just to reassure myself that he was here with me, not buried in a bottle somewhere.
“I don’t want to be an alcoholic,” he said in that same whispered tone as though if he said the words out loud, it would become even more real.
I cupped the back of his head and brought him forward to rest his face against my shoulder. “I know, baby. I know.”
Chapter Four
Ashton
Sitting in the center of the bed with the sheet pulled over my head and around my body, I openly leered at Callum’s hard naked ass. For a couple of minutes, said ass disappeared into his minuscule closet, and I pouted until he stepped back into my view, this time from the front.
My Daddy looked just as good from the front as the back. My dick perked up as Callum stepped into his underwear.
“Can I help?” I asked with as much innocence as I could muster. I let go of my fort of bedsheet and crawled to the edge of the bed, not giving him a chance to decline my offer.
He smiled in my direction, and I gave him one back. I didn’t say anything, but I’d noticed his frown these days and the faraway look he sometimes got.
I’d have asked him what he was thinking about on those occasions, but I was afraid I didn’t want to know the answer. Didn’t want to know that he was probably thinking about giving up on me after all.
“Sure.” He stepped into his jeans and walked over to me. “Do up Daddy’s zipper, will you?”
He tugged his shirt over his head, and while his head was buried, I did the opposite of what he’d asked me. I yanked down the front of his underwear, exposing his flaccid cock. Even when it wasn’t hard for me, I still wanted him. In fact, getting him hard was a challenge I couldn’t resist.
“Ash, Daddy doesn’t have time to play.” His head emerged from the neck of the shirt. “I’ve to open up the coffee shop.”
“Just five minutes,” I begged, wrapping my arms around his softness. “I promise I’ll make it quick.” I wanted to devour Daddy, but I needed his permission. “Please, Daddy.”
His shirt settled down to his waist and brushed my hand. I disliked him being covered up. I loved looking at his hard body, at the tattoos that decorated his skin.
Daddy Callum grasped the hem of his polo shirt and pulled upward to reveal my hand around his dick. It wasn’t as soft anymore, and feeling him growing in my palm only excited me more.
He glanced at his wristwatch, then leveled his eyes back on me.
“You have exactly five minutes to get me off.” His free hand found my head and carded through my hair. “You know the way I like it. If you don’t finish what you start, I’m going to punish you, and you won’t like that.”
I paused, glancing at his dick for a few seconds. Could I get him off in five? I didn’t want to disappoint him. Plus, I wasn’t sure how I felt about Daddy Callum’s method of punishment.
The one Daddy I had before him used to spank me a lot when I misbehaved, but that was because we both got off on the spanking.
Daddy Callum’s punishment was different. He challenged me to do things that made me uncomfortable, but not in a bad way. More of making me aware of things that I always shied away from thinking about.
I still hadn’t filled out the paper about the ten things I loved about myself.
“Clock is ticking. I’m sure you don’t mean to waste Daddy’s time, boy.”
Decision made, I plunged forward and captured his cock between my lips. He didn’t like it when I jerked him off and sucked him all at once, and I needed to capitalize on