Page 50 of Just A Little Joy

“Always.”

“If I had this bathtub,I would never get out.” Casey sighed and sank deeper into the water. Only his head showed above the bubbles. The rest of him was lost under the foam and the warm, overflowing tub.

“Yeah. When I was playing some days, the only thing that kept me going was knowing I could come home and get in,” I said, turning the faucet off.

We both lay back against the ends of the oversized tub. I had never fit in a standard bathtub, so I had this one custom-built to hold me with room to spare. More than enough room for Casey.The jets kicked on, stirring the water and sending up even more bubbles while the scent of chamomile filled the air.

My legs framed his, and his legs rested over mine. The warm water lapped against us, and knowing his naked body was only inches away made it tough to focus. All I wanted was to pull him under me and make him forget anything that was not this moment.

Not touching him wasn’t an option anymore. I lifted one of his feet from where it rested on my thigh and rested it in my lap. When I pressed my thumbs into the ball of his foot, Casey let out a moan and dropped his head against the rim of the tub.

“Oh my god, that feels so good, Daddy. You don’t even know…” His voice drifted off as he gave in to the sensation.

There was so much tension along the bottom of his foot that I had to work it out with my thumbs, fingers, and knuckles. Casey moved between guttural moans and soft sighs, with the occasional low groan slipping out. Watching him let himself just exist in the moment, fully relaxed, was the rush I’d always hoped being a Daddy would provide. I felt needed in a way that came close to how I felt about my team, but I didn’t want them touching my dick. And I sure as hell wanted Casey to put his hands on me.

“Daddy, you gotta help me,” Casey muttered.

“What’s wrong?”

He hadn’t bothered to open his eyes where he lay with his head resting on the rim of the tub. Casey shifted himself under the water, sending waves lapping dangerously close to the edge.

“I don’t know what you need help with,” I said.

“Need you to stop being polite.”

“Say less,” I answered as I set his foot aside and stood up.

My wet hair and body dripped, but Casey stared at me with a heaving chest. Our bath was forgotten. I reached down and pulled him up until he was face-to-face, chest to chest with me.“I gotta get better at reading the room,” I muttered, mostly to myself.

“If you’re around, go ahead and assume I’m down for it, Daddy.”

That was enough for me to cover his lips and delve into the sweet wetness of his mouth. He matched me move for move. His arched back pressed his semi into me, and whatever half-formed thoughts I had about going slow flew out the window.

“C’mon, bub, there’s a bed calling our names.”

In the few seconds it took to leave the tub and reach the bed, I already missed having his body against mine. If he was near, I wanted him close. Me touching him, him touching me—I was down for either so long as it was happening.

We collapsed in a tangle of limbs on the coverlet with our bodies still dripping with water. Our hair slung droplets across the bed, the pillows, and ourselves, but it didn’t matter because my tongue was in his mouth and his hardened cock pressed against my stomach. I snaked a hand down and took him firmly in my fist. His full-body shudder spurred me to grip him and squeeze lightly.

“Daaaaaddy,” Casey moaned.

Only touching him wasn’t enough. My mouth was lonely for the taste of him. I pushed myself off him, leaned down, and allowed my lips to brush the head of his cock. It glistened with a few drops of precum. I swirled my tongue around to capture any wayward drops. Casey’s slight thrusts made me smile. My boy liked my mouth on him, and I was a happy man.

With a sigh, Casey surged forward, and I pulled his cockhead farther into my mouth. What had been drops was now a steady stream of precum that covered my tongue. Fucking delicious. I hollowed my cheeks while I sucked him into my mouth until my nose was buried in the nest of soft curls at the base of his dick.His surges became before forceful when he forgot to be polite and turned himself over to the need.

“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy.” Casey’s chants echoed around the room. My cock leaked, leaving a sticky mess on the bed where it was trapped against the cover. Fuck it. That’s what washing machines were invented to fix.

I pulled off long enough to ask, “What do you need, baby?” before immediately returning my mouth to his dick. But the pressure in my cock was too much to contain. I needed some relief. One of my hands dropped to my dick and pulled, but I needed to firmly grasp the base to avoid embarrassing myself like a teenager seeing his first naked body in person. Casey’s naked body set me on fire.

Calling him baby felt too easy, like the word had been waiting for him all along.

“You. I need you.” The whine in his voice made me smile.

“Then you’re gonna have me.”

Casey’s hands gripped my hair and his fingers threaded tight. I swallowed fast to take his beautiful cock as it slid into my throat. My nose pressed into his curls again and the heat between us filled the room. My cock strained for more than the occasional brush. I needed him to take all of it until I could let go and push him over with me.

I pulled off long enough to wet one finger. I took him back into my mouth while my index finger nudged the opening of the place I knew would send him over the edge. Slow and careful, I eased the tip inside. Casey twisted against my finger, trying to push down on it.