Page 26 of A Daddy for Christmas 3: Matty

I didn’t know what to say. From Drake, that was a lot. And I’d never been needed. Wanted, yes, but needed? Nope. “Okay…” I kissed him again, then barely remembered him grabbing supplies, stripping my pants off, and stretching me before he entered. But this time was different. Slower. Gentle.

This wasn’t fucking. Not how Drake normally did. No, this was making love. Sweet and sexy. He rolled his hips, dragging a long moan from my throat. He mouthed over my skin along my shoulders. His tongue flicked over a nipple. He kissed my lips and nuzzled my neck, surely giving me beard burn. I wrapped my arms around his and hiked a leg over his ass.

He took his time with me as if savoring the moment, and a few months ago, it would have scared the hell out of me. I would have been afraid it was a goodbye fuck, but not this time. He was serious like he’d never been before. Maybe we had a chance after all.

Pushing up on one arm, Drake looked down at me, then reached between us. He stroked my dick to the same slow tempo he fucked my hole with. Easy. He rubbed his thumb over thehead of my cock along the slit, collecting the precum oozing out. “Fuck, you’re sexy, Matty. I’ve never known anyone like you.”

His sweet words put a smile on my face. “Back at you, Daddy.”

“Wanna come for me?”

I nodded and tightened my muscles as I flexed my hips up. Drake moaned and finally picked up a little speed in his thrusts, but not by much. It was enough, though. And I called out as I came, pulling Drake right behind me.

“We’ll be going tomorrow,” Drake grumbled in my ear as we cuddled, feeling sleepy.

We still had a lot to do. “Tomorrow? Already?”

“Mmm…They gave me time to take care of this, but I need to get back in the studio.”

“You feel guilty?”

“Some.”

I rolled over and lay my head on his chest. “Don’t. They understand. The other guys are going to do the same thing at some point. Right?”

Drake grunted and rubbed my shoulder, tugging me a little tighter to him.

“Hey.” I kissed his chest. “Let’s regroup.” Thankfully, I had already made coffee and forgotten it on the counter. “I mean, there’s a lot but not a ton left. Let’s get busy.” I slapped his chest where I’d just been kissing and slipped out of bed, leaving Drake muttering curses under his breath behind me. “Come on. Up.”

Though reluctant and making it known, he got up, and after that cup of coffee, we got to it. We put most of his stuff in storageand finished cleaning the place. He dropped his truck off with a friend of his, saying it was a piece of junk not worth selling. Then Drake turned his keys in before checking into a hotel near the airport. It was almost surreal to think that everything was done. We were officially moved out of Vegas.

One step farther away from my family in California. But I hadn’t looked back when I moved to Vegas, and I wasn’t looking back now. At least this time, I had a big daddy holding my hand the entire way, as opposed to doing it alone like before.

I flopped across the big king-sized mattress, face-first, while Daddy put our bags down. We had a few things that didn’t go in storage shipped to the big house in Miami, and everything else we wanted to bring with us was stuffed in the four or five bags by the door.

“Daddy…” I was so fucking tired. It’d been a long day.

“I hear you, baby-boy. There’s a nice bathtub. Wanna use it before bed or are you hungry?”

“No…”

He sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed my back softly. “What do you need?”

I had to think about that. I needed to be in my little headspace. I needed to feel secure. All these changes had me flying over the tracks of a roller coaster. I was confident in myself and Drake, but sometimes it felt like neither of us was driving that car. Secure. Little. “I need my paci.”

“Oh. Uh…where is it?”

“Don’t know.” I was pretty sure I packed it, but not where.

“Let me look.” I heard him rummaging around in my bags, but I didn’t move or offer assistance. The longer I lay there, the more tired I became. My arms and legs felt like they weighed a ton. “Here it is… Hmm…hold on.”

The bathroom faucet turned on, and I figured he was cleaning it, which was good. I didn’t want to stick that in my mouth all dirty. Yucky.

“Here, baby-boy.” He popped the rubber paci in my mouth, and I gave it a few good sucks. “You know, Matty…I can give you something else to suck on.”

I snorted a laugh and rolled over on my side.

“Your eyes look so tired.” He kissed my forehead. “I’ll get us some food. You nap. Then, after we eat, maybe you can suck on Daddy. Hm?”