Page 11 of A Tall Order (Shade Grown Coffee Boys #1)

Daddy leaves me lying on the table and rushes over to the cabinet in the corner. I watch him pull out two drawers before standing back up and holding what he found. A little foil packet of lube. My dick jumps at the sight.

“Is this what you want?” Daddy moves his hand back between my legs and rubs against my hole. I close my eyes and nod. I know Daddy’s rule is that I need to talk, but I can’t bring myself to. I want to sink into Little space tonight but something is holding me back.

Daddy removes his hand and rips a corner of the packet. His eyes rake over my body. I would normally feel self conscious, knowing that no one but Paul has ever seen me this naked. Paul was my first boyfriend and my only Daddy. Until now. Seeing the way Remi, my new Daddy, looks at me gives me the same heat in my lower belly that I haven’t felt in years.

I can feel so many emotions running through my body and I don’t know what else to do other than pop two fingers from my right hand into my mouth. The first touch of Daddy’s fingers between my cheeks makes me jump, but then I immediately relax. That is exactly what I need.

“More, Daddy.” I say the words around my fingers and shift my hips off the table. Daddy smiles but places a hand on my lower stomach to make me stay still.

The breach of his first finger sends my body into overdrive. I bite down gently on my own fingers. “Are you okay?” Daddy asks. I nod, but the look he gives me says that that isn’t enough for him this time.

I take my fingers out of my mouth. “Yes.”

“And you remember what to say if you need to stop, right?”

“Yes, Daddy.” He smiles and leans over to kiss me.

“You’re such a good boy, Aussie.” My breath hitches when he pushes his finger deeper into my hole. The stretch is there and it burns just slightly, but I know I’ll adjust to it. His lips trail down my neck, his beard brushing against my skin and sending a whole new round of shivers. I can feel that he’s mindful to not follow the tattoo as he kisses down my chest. His finger pushes and pulls, sending shots of pleasure to my groin and down my legs. His lips stop just shy of my belly button and I frown.

He stands up and I see him move to add more lube to his fingers without fully pulling out of me. It’s a little cold, but when he pushes a second finger in, the temperature is the last thing on my mind.

“So good, Daddy.”

My whole body jolts when he crooks his fingers inside me. My fingers find my mouth again and I bite to stave off the pleasure building. Daddy watches me, eyes locked with mine, as he pushes his fingers as deep as he can. I can hear myself moaning, but I also feel my release building up. That final bit of thread that was keeping me from fully sinking into my Little space.

It’s like a switch in my brain and now all I can focus on is how good Daddy is making me feel and how much I want to be good for him. His free hand wraps around the base of my cock and squeezes. I’m hard, borderline painful. He isn’t teasing me or trying to draw out the pleasure. The way his fingers slide in and out of me quickly is pushing me closer and closer. When he finally starts to stroke my cock in earnest, I can’t hold back the noises anymore.

I mumble around my fingers. “I’m close, Daddy. So close.”

“You’re doing great, Aussie.” He leans down and licks across the head of my dick. My whole body shivers and I can see a fresh bead of precum leak out. He swipes his tongue over it again and again, adding soft kisses down my shaft, before he starts jerking me again. “Are you going to come for Daddy? We can’t spend all night in here.”

He pulls his fingers almost all the way out and then pushes back in. The feeling is indescribable and I let out a loud moan. I can feel drool on my palm and chin but I don’t move to wipe it away. Daddy will clean me up before we go play. It doesn’t take more than a few more movements before I’m spilling over his fist, cum hitting my stomach and his wrist in spurts.

“Do you feel better now?” Daddy asks. He’s in clean up mode immediately, grabbing a few wipes from somewhere below where I’m laying. He takes my fingers out of my mouth first and wipes them. I smile up at him and then purse my lips for a kiss. We’re both smiling when he pulls back.

He diapers me and then dresses me quickly after that. I keep Koka with me the entire time and soon enough, Daddy is opening the door for me to join the others in the playroom. There are more people than when we walked in the first time. I don't know how long we were actually in the changing room.

“Come on, Aussie. I want you to meet someone.”

Daddy leads me with a hand on my lower back toward the ball pit. There are two others in the balls already. Three people, two men and a woman, stand around talking. One sees my Daddy before we get close enough.

“Remington Higgins,” the man says. He’s taller than Daddy and bigger. Full of hard muscles that stretch his shirt tight across his chest. He looks younger than Daddy, though, but not by much. “Fancy meeting you here.”

The man’s eyes glance to me briefly and he smiles. I still shrink back into Daddy’s body, intimidated by his deep voice.

“It’s okay, Aussie. This is Garrett, one of my close friends.” Daddy’s hands hold me close in front of him. His beard tickles my ear. “Can you say hello?”

“Hi,” I mutter. I know I have a bad habit of mumbling.

“It’s nice to meet you, Aussie. I’m sorry if I scared you. I just got excited to see…”

“Daddy,” Daddy finishes his sentence. I glance over my shoulder and see my Daddy smiling. The other guy, Garrett, smiles again. “I wasn’t sure if I’d see you here tonight or not.”

“I had a free night,” Garrett says with a one-shoulder shrug. He starts talking with my Daddy and I take a chance to look around. There are different things to do here. The ball pit is too crowded for me, even with just two people in it. There is a TV mounted on one corner that is playing a cartoon movie. Another spot has a table with chairs around it. There looks like a bunch of coloring books. There’s a group playing on the floor with a train set and some other toys. I can hear them talking and laughing from where I stand with Daddy .

“Aussie, you can go play if you want.” I turn around and look up at Daddy. He’s smiling and drops a playful kiss to my nose. “What would you like to do first?”

I don’t remember making it home.

Or getting into the bed.

But when I wake up, I’m curled into Remi’s side and I don’t want to move. His arm is wrapped around me, hand resting protectively on my lower back. I take a deep breath, trying to decide if I want to move or not. Remi’s body is so warm and his bare chest is too tempting to move away from.

My bladder is past just a casual warning, though. I need to pee badly. I shift, trying to stave off getting up for at least another ten minutes. A small noise escapes my lips and I can feel Remi waking up beside me.

“What is it, Aussie?” Remi’s voice is deep when he’s half asleep. If I wasn’t already half-hard from needing to use the bathroom so bad, I would be from the way he says my name like that.

“I gotta go potty,” I whisper-whine. My head is resting on his shoulder, so I know he can hear me even without speaking up. “Really bad, Daddy.”

“Do you want to get up to use the potty?” He’s still laying on his back, making no move to get up. I don’t understand his question. Of course I’d like to get up. I’d rather not make a mess in the bed. “Aussie, baby, you’re still diapered. You all but passed out the moment your head hit the pillow. ”

My whole body stills at those words. I shift my hips slightly, clocking the feeling of the extra padding around me. While Daddy must have stripped down into his boxers once we got home, I am still in my clothes from the club. How tired was I before we left? Vague memories start coming back from last night.

“Aussie?” Daddy shifts and turns his body so he’s looking at me.

The look alone sends shivers through my body, giving me goosebumps, and before I know it, my bladder makes the choice for me. I can feel the warmth filling the diaper as I continue to go. The sensation spreads as I finish and I sink back down onto the bed. I feel a little embarrassed that that was so easy to do, but Daddy leans down and gives me a soft morning kiss.

“You are so perfect, Aussie.” His words send a whole new rush of want through my body.

“Daddy.” I whine the word. I know I do. But there’s a sudden burst of something and I need him now. I need him close to me, on me, in me. I shift my hips and reach my hands out to run down his chest.

He gives me another lingering kiss before pulling away and standing up and stretching his back. My eyes catch on the obvious bulge in his boxers. I move to stand on my knees, running my hands up his stomach and chest. The diaper sits heavy around me, but it isn’t uncomfortable. Not yet, at least. I don’t mind waiting a few minutes before getting changed.

“Aussie, what are you doing?” Daddy’s voice is playful and his hands rub up and down my arms.

“I’m trying to seduce you,” I say flatly. That gets a laugh out of Remi but he steps away from me. I go with my full on pout .

“You are too cute in the mornings,” Remi says. I’m not fully in my Little space, but I can still use it to my advantage if it gets me another orgasm like I had yesterday in the changing room. “Let’s get you cleaned up and eat breakfast first, okay? We have all weekend together.”

Remi motions for me to lay back on the bed. I let him maneuver me out of my clothes and then he folds up the diaper and wipes me clean. Memories from last night come back as I let Remi dress me in some of my adult clothes.

We started at the coloring station. Daddy helped me choose the colors and decide between the Batman coloring book or the Dragons. We moved on to the toys after that. There were a lot of toys, too. The other Littles introduced themselves and I showed off Koka. I didn't recognize any of them from past visits, but they were nice and let me join in on their game. They were playing a rescue game, where one of the girls was dressed up as a princess, another was a dragon, and the rest were the knights. We played for at least an hour before moving to the ball pit and the Mommies and Daddies passed out snacks and candy.

“What are you thinking so hard about?” Remi asks. He holds my hands and pulls me until I’m standing on my feet. “Are you okay?”

“Perfect,” I say without hesitation. “I was just thinking about last night and how much fun I had.”

“I would hope so, considering I had to practically carry you to the car after.”

“I don’t remember even getting home,” I say. We're at Remi's place, which is more modern than mine and has an en suite in his room. He steps away to relieve himself and I look around his bedroom .

It's somehow exactly what I imagined but also not. The bed is a King size and the darker headboard and frame contrasts nicely against the faint green color of the walls. His dresser is a tall one, with six drawers. It matches the cherry wood color of the bed. The ceiling fan has a light but there's also a lamp sitting on the bedside table on Remi's side. I hear the water running, and in a moment I hope will pay off later, I snag a condom from the bedside table where I definitely snooped. I smile when I have to break the tape to open the box.

I move to explore the rest of his house. I've been here before, but it's been years. Another wave of regret for all but cutting him out of my life washes over me. The house is how I remember, though. The bedroom opens on the top floor. There's a short hallway with a guest room and bathroom on one side and what I think I remembered as the playroom on the other.

Downstairs, the house is split in two. The stairs are against the wall, which leaves the living room wide open. He has the same sectional that I've taken a nap or two on before. It's in the center of the living room area, facing the mounted TV above the fireplace. There are pictures hanging on the walls, some generic but a handful are of friends and family. The kitchen is set in the back half of the house, around the stairs. The house isn't huge, but it's bigger than mine. Remi did a lot of remodeling and designed everything himself.

Remi steps up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist. His body presses in close to mine and his lips touch against the back of my neck. I close my eyes. Remi presses his hips into my backside and food is definitely the last thing on my mind this morning.

“What’s the plan for today?” Remi asks .

I turn in Remi’s arms and wrap my own around his neck. “I can think of a few things.”

Butterflies flit around in my stomach with the way Remington smiles back at me. I raise up on my tip toes and kiss him deeply, parting my lips immediately for him to take over. He must have brushed his teeth because all I taste is mint.

Remington slips his hands lower, hauling my feet off the floor. I wrap my legs around him and he moves us and sets me down on the back of the couch. It is such a smooth move and my body sings at the new angle. The couch is just tall enough for us to press our hips together. My legs are still wrapped around him.

Instead of continuing the kiss or doing more, Remi lets go of me and I topple backward onto the cushion. I know that the noise I let out and the flailing of limbs is far from graceful. Remington's laugh fills the house. I try to glare at him, but I'm stuck staring at the ceiling with my feet dangling over the back of the couch. I hear Remi walking away.

"I told you, we have all weekend. And I'm hungry."

"That was a cruel move," I say as I regain my dignity and stand up. I follow several steps behind him into the kitchen. He's partially bent over, looking in the fridge, when I walk up. I admire the view of his backside for a second. He has more defined muscles on his back, especially around his shoulders. The briefs sit snug and don't leave much to the imagination, giving me a glorious moment to admire those milky thighs on display. My brain supplies visuals of those thighs encasing my body, thrusting into me. Fuck, I haven't been this horny in a long time. Years.

Remington— god— he was the definition of a dad bod. His stomach is solid, but I can feel the softness on his edges. And he has more hair than Paul, something I didn't think I would be so into. Cuddling up next to Remi at night is like cuddling a teddy bear. I fall asleep brushing my fingers through the fur like a security blanket.

After the first year of Paul's death, I thought about getting back out there and finding someone but it scared me. I didn't know a lot of people in the scene and the few first dates I attempted, there wasn't a spark. Paul and I had happened by chance. I was stepping off the bus, heading toward the library to work on some class projects. I brushed shoulders with a stranger, much larger than me, and nearly tripped. Paul was right there, thankfully, and kept me from falling to the sidewalk.

Remi stands back up and smiles at me. I return it, genuinely. Being here, in his house again, is bringing up old memories. Not in a comparable way, but just memories that make me realize how lucky I am that Remington came to the coffee shop that night.

"How do you feel about pancakes and bacon?" Remington asks, not privy to the thoughts and feelings swirling inside my mind.

"Sounds amazing." I push away from the doorframe and idle up next to him. "Need help with anything?"