Page 39 of Gator

“Your turn, Daddy,” he purred, and fuck if that wasn’t almost my undoing.

I leaned back enough to pull my shirt over my head, and he immediately flattened his palms to my chest, tracing old scars without flinching.

He shivered. “Look at you.”

I pressed him back against the door again, skin to skin now, both of us gasping at the contact. “Tell me what you want,” I ordered against his ear.

He whimpered. “You.”

My hand snaked down between us, cupping him through his jeans. He bucked into it helplessly. “Say it,” I growled.

“Want you to fuck me, Daddy,” he whispered, voice cracking.

My forehead dropped to his, our ragged breaths mingling. “Bed,” I ground out.

He nodded wildly.

I grabbed his wrist and hauled him away from the door, practically dragging him across the room. He stumbled once, laughing breathlessly, but didn’t let go.

When we reached the bed, I pushed him down onto it and followed immediately, covering him with my weight, kissing him so hard our teeth clicked.

He wrapped his legs around my waist and rocked up.

I lost the last shred of my self-control. “Gonna ruin you,” I promised against his mouth.

“Fucking try,” he shot back, voice trembling with want.

I kissed him again, slower, lingering, my hands everywhere—palming his chest, sliding down his sides, popping his button fly one-handed.

He arched up into me, mouth falling open on a moan. “Gator—please—”

I kissed his throat, his collarbone, his chest, nipping and soothing with my tongue.

His body practically vibrated under my touch. He was so fucking responsive. I ran my finger down his cheek. “You’re so fucking beautiful. I know I told you that before, but seriously, you take my breath away.”

He grinned up at me. “Did you? Tell me that before?”

“I’m sure I did, but if I didn’t, I sure thought it.”

“Too many clothes,” he said, pushing on me to get me to move.

I rolled to the side and we both shed what was left of our clothing, then I pulled him against me so that we were skin to skin.

I ran a finger down his spine and back up again. He shivered, closed his eyes, and rasped out, “Daddy.”

And damn what it did to me to hear him all needy and wanting. “I can’t wait to hear you say it just like that when I’m deep inside of you.”

“Well then, what are you waiting for?” he asked with a snarky grin.

I rolled us both over so I was on top of him and looked him in the eyes. “Why am I not surprised you’ll try to be a bratty bottom?”

He went all wide-eyed and tried for false innocence. “Who me?”

“Yes, you. But bratty boys don’t get to come, good boys do, so can you be a good boy for me?”

He bit his lower lip and nodded his head. “I can be very, very good when it suits me.”

I ignored the innuendo and reached for the lube. I moved down between his legs and drizzled the lube behind his balls, watching as it ran down his taint and over his waiting hole. “I guess we will find out, won’t we?”