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CHAPTER SIXTEEN

brENNEN

“Hey, kiddo, can you come in here for a second?” I asked with what, I hoped, was not a shaky voice.

I’d spent the afternoon before the game doing everything I normally did.

For my last match of my college career, I wasn’t taking any chances.

Even though I knew going any further was never in the cards for me, it was still a little bittersweet to realize this was the end of something I had done since I was four years old.

The first time I’d strapped on a pair of skates had felt like coming home.

The ice was always the first place I wanted to be and the last place I was.

My parents had never worried about me getting in trouble.

One threat to take away my gear, and I fell in line.

Even the realization that I was never going to be the greatest hockey player that ever lived hadn’t stopped my enthusiasm for the game.

I might not be the best, but I’d worked damn hard to be the best I could be.

Since there was a rec league up in Tannenberg, the dream of moving up there was a little sweeter.

Now I just needed to get the offer so that I could stop stressing about it.

“Yes?” Ellie asked from the doorway.

His hair was still wet from the shower and his dewy skin was a deep rose from the practically scalding water.

His answer came out a little garbled around the pacifier he’d stuck in his mouth, but still understandable.

Since he was going as my guest, Mr. Haddad had given him the day off so he could have the full family experience.

We’d woken up slowly. We couldn’t do anything different because, well, superstition. I had my rituals, and Ellie had his.

This morning’s breakfast had been the same as it was on every game day: five eggs, three bacon slices, a half piece of toast, and no ketchup.

I wore the socks my grandparents gave me.

I’d worn them for my first college hockey game and every home game since.

When I arrived at the rink, I’d complete my laps in exactly the same order and pattern I had since I first started skating.

I knew it probably didn’t make any difference, but I wasn’t willing to risk upsetting the balance.

Today was the same as it had been for all the other home games since Ellie had moved in.

He lined up his stuffies across the couch and gave them a pep talk about needing to be supportive, regardless of how the game went.

He reminded them to cheer, but only if they were being nice, never mean, because sportsmanship was apparently important to the stuffie crowd.

He put on his favorite onesie along with his favorite pacifier and colored me a picture to put on the refrigerator door.

If he couldn’t do it the day of the game, he did it the day before, but there was never a question of it being done.

I hoped the amazement of being his chosen Daddy never left me.

When I’d been introduced to the Daddy/boy dynamic, I’d known it was for me.

But without any experience, I hadn’t wanted to claim it as my own.

Now that I’d had this with Ellie? It was everything I wanted, and I couldn’t imagine not having it with him.

And it wasn’t just the Daddy part that was important.

It was the being Ellie’s Daddy part that mattered more.

I knew I was all in for Ellie, and I wanted to make it last longer than the end of the term.

But Ellie was so quiet about what he wanted and where he saw us ending up that I was almost afraid to ask.

He was such a sweetheart that I could easily imagine a situation where he said yes to something because he didn’t realize he had the option to say no.

The conversation that I’d avoided having with Ellie was about where he saw things going at the end of the term.

I was willing to do anything he needed me to do to make it work, except give up on my dream entirely.

Being in the cabin was where I felt like my most authentic self, and I hoped there was a way I could have both.

“Daddy B, you forget?” Ellie was in that in-between space between adult and little. “’Cause of hockey or ’cause you’re old?” This space was where he was soft and snuggly and more than a little cheeky.

I snatched him from the doorway and dragged him over to the bed.

With a growl, I tossed him on it while he shrieked with laughter and giggles.

I fell on top of Ellie, and almost like an automatic response, my mouth found the column of his throat.

His pulse sped wild and erratic. It needed to be explored.

I glanced over my shoulder at the clock on the bedside table. We had time.

“Baby boy, you’re distracting me.” I nibbled a path of kisses along his jaw and up to his earlobe. The nip of my teeth sent a body shiver down Ellie. His low moan resonated deep in my chest. My baby boy wanted me, and fuck that felt good.

“Nuh-uh, Daddy B. You are.” Ellie struggled to concentrate when my mouth moved down his chest and found the already hard nubs of his nipples after shoving his T-shirt out of the way.

While my mouth laved and sucked on one, my fingers pinched and tugged the other.

Ellie’s head thrashed against the bed while his hips thrust up, seeking relief.

“What’s the matter, baby boy? You sound strange.

” As I spoke, I trailed my hand down the flat of his stomach until I found his hipbones.

“You feeling okay?” My lips replaced my fingers and my tongue traced the sharp edges.

“Can I help?” Rather than answer with words, Ellie sighed and clasped me closer.

“Baby boy, you gotta tell me what you want?” My chuckle was only the tiniest bit evil.

Fuck, he already looked debauched with dilated eyes and a heaving chest. I didn’t have time for everything I wanted, but I had enough time to take care of him until tonight.

Ellie tried to speak, but he stuttered and stammered over the words.

“Shh, baby boy, you don’t need to talk. Here.

” I gently nudged his lips open with the pacifier he’d pulled out and still held in his hand.

“Be a good boy and suck on this.” When it looked like he was about to argue, I shut it down before he could get started.

“If you talk, I stop.” His deep brown eyes went wide. “If you understand, nod your head.”

Ellie frantically followed instructions before allowing himself to relax back on the bed.

Goddamn, I loved my pillow princess when he was splayed out in front of me and letting me do what I wanted.

With the sounds of him sucking on his pacifier ringing in my ears, I traveled down his chest and slightly rounded stomach.

Since he’d moved in and was regularly eating better food, he’d put on a little weight. It looked good on him.

Before I went too far, I paused to pull his shirt off and pull down his sweats.

He was wearing a dry nappy as preferred around the house.

When he was full naked, I kneeled between his open legs to look at him.

His dark curls were a stark contrast to the pale sheet he lay on.

His eyes were dark with need while he sucked on the pacifier like it was a dick. And speaking of that…

I encircled his cock and gave a few experimental tugs.

He mewled around his pacifier but followed my instructions not to speak.

“You’re Daddy’s good boy, aren’t you?” Ellie moaned his response.

“So obedient. So pretty. So perfect.” Another inarticulate sound came from deep in his chest. I dropped my mouth and took the head of his cock into my mouth.

My tongue swirled over the slit and round the rim.

The bundle of nerves on the underside captured my attention.

His sharp gasp when my tongue laved over and around it fed my soul.

I wanted him to lose himself and just feel every moment.

I sucked his cock farther into my mouth and his moans became louder and deeper.

The salty taste of his precum teased my throat.

It was a struggle, but when I pulled off his dick with a loud pop, his disappointed noises made me chuckle.

As much as I loved sucking his dick, and I abso-fucking-lutely did, my plans were different for this quickie.

“It’s okay, baby boy. I’m gonna take care of you.

” There was no damn way I would leave my boy wanting.

He was too goddamn perfect for that. I grabbed a throw pillow off to the side of Ellie, doubled it, and shoved it under his hips.

His cheeks hollowed in and out while he sucked on his paci at a furious pace.

I leaned down again and sucked one of his balls, then the other. His moans intensified around his pacifier, and I knew the required dual concentration was intensifying the sensations in his body. His hips danced and bucked on the pillow.

My mouth migrated down Ellie’s taint. The sensitive skin was a beacon.

My tongue found its way down the path until I reached his hole, and when my tongue passed over his tight rosebud, Ellie’s gasps and strangled noises drove me to concentrate my attention there.

I positioned his legs across my shoulders and angled his hips so my mouth had free access to all his secret spots.

His shouted surprise when my tongue probed his hole made me chuckle.

“Fuck, baby boy, you taste so damn good. I wanna eat you like a snack.” My gentle assault on his hole continued until the tight outer ring of muscles relaxed and I could tongue-fuck him into oblivion.

Ellie’s head thrashed on the pillow while his hips bucked into my mouth.

His stiff cock bounced and leaked, leaving my sweet boy a sticky, sweaty mess.