making any sense. I closed my eyes, trying to push back the self-doubt. Theron rubbed my back, and his steady breathing settled me enough to keep going. “I know I liked it when William made me take a nap with Corey. It wasn’t sexual at all, but I liked feeling cared for. William does that a lot, but I know he’s Corey’s Daddy and won’t ever really be mine.”
“And how does that make you feel?” Theron asked.
“Sad, a little,” I admitted. There were brief moments when I wondered if it was possible for one Daddy to have two boys. I was sure it was, but not with William and Corey—not when they were still trying to sort things out for themselves. “And then I think I’m a bad friend because borrowing someone else’s Daddy shouldn’t feel so good. But it does. And I want to feel the good things for myself.”
“As you should.” Theron started combing his fingers through my hair. “It sounds like William has been a good caregiver to you, even if you didn’t realize it. I’ll have to thank him for looking out for you until I found you.”
I smiled, burying my face in Theron’s chest. He sounded genuinely happy that he’d found me, as he put it. I liked that. A lot.
“What about this… When you come over here, you can be little all you want. When you first arrive, we’ll figure out a routine that works to help you transition to Sammy, but if you ever don’t want to be little, we’ll have a word for that,” Theron explained. It sounded like a good compromise. No, it sounded like exactly what I dreamed of but couldn’t let myself believe could be a real life. Being able to escape to Daddy’s house and be his boy would help me survive the rest of this semester without going off on my roommates.
“I’d like that a lot.” I rolled onto my belly, arching my back so I could look at him. I wiggled around so I could grab the pile of clothes next to him. “Is that enough talking for today? My undies are all gross from when you were talking about doing stuff to me earlier.”
“Gross?”
I scrunched up my nose and nodded. This was another of those things most guys didn’t relate to. Precum was a thing for them, but it was different for me. I hooked my arms around Daddy’s neck. Maybe whispering it to him would make this less embarrassing. “You made me really wet. It’s not comfortable.”
I was also hornier than I could ever remember being with another person but admitting that was a step too far. I really hoped he understood it was only certain sex things I needed to go slow with.
I moaned when Theron slipped his hand into the back of my pants. His finger pressed into my crack, sliding deeper between my legs. No one had touched me there. I held my breath, waiting for him to feel the very obvious differences between me and the other boys he’d been with.
“You weren’t lying, baby. You’re definitely messy.” I whimpered as he ran his finger through my arousal. “That could be really convenient later.”
“Not now?” I whined. God, he was going to kill me if he kept getting me close to an orgasm and then backed off.
“Not now,” he confirmed. “My precious boy has homework to do and I need to get all your things put away. If you’re good, maybe Daddy will help you with that before bedtime.”
Bedtime? Did that mean he was hoping I’d stay here tonight? God, I hoped so. He’d bought me a couple pairs of jammies, and I really wanted him to put me in them so I could see if they looked as cute as he said they would.
“Lay down at the foot of the bed. I need to grab something and then I’ll get you into clean undies.” He watched me as I scooted away from him. I felt awkward and exposed, unsure where to put my hands. Theron licked his lips. It was hard to miss the outline of his erection. Maybe if I was really good, both of us could have a treat before bedtime. “I think I might have to do some more shopping while you’re working.”
“You already bought too much,” I protested. I wasn’t used to people lavishing me with gifts, and I almost felt sick to my stomach when I saw the total at the store. No, I didn’t