Page 35 of Right Pucking Daddy (Daddies of the League #7)

TWENTY-EIGHT

AIDEN

My alarm woke me. I didn’t have anywhere to be for a while, so I hit snooze and let my eyes drift shut.

I was just on the edge of sleep when my phone dinged on the nightstand.

I contemplated ignoring it until it dinged a second time.

Not bothering to roll over to grab it, my palm smacked the nightstand until my hand landed on the annoying thing.

Swiping my thumb over the screen, I pulled up the texts.

MAYBE: Ollie Grigor

Hey! It’s Ollie from EDGE.

Texting you is hella wrong, but I don’t care.

You need to come back and make boy friends.

What the crap? How did he get my number? Shrugging, I typed out a response.

Aiden

I’m not looking for a boyfriend.

And what is hella wrong?

Ollie

Oops

Screwed the pooch on that one.

I mean you need friends who are boys, not boys who are boyfriends.

Those are two very, very different things.

You know that, right?

Aiden

Yes, I know that, but I’m not sure it’s a good idea.

Ollie

Screw that second guessing shit.

Unless you’ve decided kink and finding a Daddy isn’t your jam, then I’ll leave you alone.

We can meet up for lunch or something, instead.

Otherwise, I expect you to get your sexy ass to the club for Daddy Night.

Aiden

I’m not in the market for a Daddy.

And you didn’t answer the question about what is hella wrong.

Ollie

I think you mean on the market.

Your Daddy type can stand at the bar and watch over you without outing you.

I shot up in bed, panicking. Full-blown panicking. A tingling, panting, sweating mess, all while my heart took off like a Kentucky Derby racehorse. The beats sounded in my ears, roaring loudly .

How does he know?

We’d been so careful. Our relationship only existed off campus. We used the club to spend time together, but only in the private rooms upstairs, and we never arrived or left together.

I typed out several possible responses, only to delete each of them and try again.

Ollie

I see those typing dots.

Don’t lie to me.

There’s no need.

I won’t say anything.

I think that rule is uber freaking stupid. You’re a damn adult and so is he.

Aiden

Ollie

Ollie

Don’t Ollie me.

My lips are sealed.

I promise.

He distracted me enough I didn’t realize he never answered the question about what was hella wrong until much later.

Lying in bed at the club next to Alex, several hours later, both of us still covered in sweat and cum, I mentioned the messages. Worry I’d somehow screwed us left me a shaky mess.

“Daddy… ”

“Hmm, fuck I love hearing you call me that,” he said, pressing his lips to my forehead.

And I loved saying it, but I needed to ignore how much his kissing my forehead made me sink into a different mindset. “I think I screwed up,” I whispered.

He moved us around until we faced each other, his nose brushing mine. My teeth chewed at my lip until he pulled it free.

“This mouth is distracting enough without you making your lips puff up as if you’ve been sucking my cock.”

Another sexy growl. That sound never failed to send zings of pleasure zipping around my body, lighting it up like a pinball machine. Deciding to push the talk off, I smirked at him, wiggling down his body. His gaze hardened and turned dark.

“Where are you going, boy?”

“I must be doing this wrong if you’re confused.”

“Not confused, just waiting to see if you need your ass spanked for forgetting…”

I always forgot when he growled and made me feel needy.

Daddy was in charge in bed. I was fine with that.

I liked when he tossed me around. That shocked the crap outta me.

Hockey packed the muscle on my frame, and I’d started out tall, but Daddy was taller, a bit broader, and since we met, he’d packed on some muscle, too.

He’d been sexy to begin with, but since he started skating and working out with the team, sexy turned sinful. Like from a campfire to a forest fire.

“You gonna ask for what you want or is this the way you’re asking for me to paddle your ass? ”

Tapping my finger against my chin, I tossed around how to answer that question, but his cock jumped. So, I stuck to my original idea. “I wanna suck your dick, Daddy. Can I?” I asked, licking him from root to tip.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his hands burrowing into my hair. “Open wide.”

He buried his cock in my throat in one thrust, moving in and out of my mouth while I tried to exert a smidge of control. Alex angled my neck so the tip of his cock rubbed the roof of my mouth, using me the way he wanted.

Alex moaned and grunted, using me to get off.

It should’ve been demoralizing, when it was anything but.

I loved when he got rough and took what he wanted and needed, reminding me he was in charge.

I loved pushing him further into his dominance.

He always took back control, deepening my submission.

The only job that fell on my shoulders was to follow his lead and just let go.

His thrusts lost rhythm, cum spurting across my tongue.

“Don’t you dare swallow.”

I looked at him, nodding, holding everything he gave me in my mouth. When his cock slipped free, Daddy pulled me up his body, licking his cum from my mouth while wrapping his hand around my straining cock. He jerked me a couple of times, then urged me into position.

“Feed me your cock. I want to taste you.”

I tried to hold off the orgasm. I really did, but I never could. The moment his lips wrapped around my dick, Alex’s tongue and lips pushed and pulled and sucked me right to the edge until cum burst from my cock into his mouth.

I collapsed on the bed next to Alex and he cuddled me close, feeding me the cum he held in his mouth. Daddy was filthy, and I loved it.

“Now, tell me what’s the matter?” he asked when our breathing settled.

I blurted out everything about the conversation I had with Ollie and how he seemed to know about Alex and me.

“Daddy, I didn’t say anything to anyone. Not even Shane knows we’re together. Although he knows we hooked up in the beginning before we knew who each other was.”

“Baby boy, calm down. There’s nothing to worry about.”

“Are you sure?”

“One hundred percent? No. But if it gets out, we’ll cross that bridge when we get there, but I’m not giving you up.”

I launched myself at him, our lips meeting in a quick, passionate kiss. When we parted, he said, “Go have fun. Make friends with some other boys. I’ll even park myself at the bar with Ewen and Slone, and watch my boy shake his sexy ass on the dance floor.”

“I’m a terrible dancer,” I grumbled.

“Arguing with Daddy will get you nowhere, baby boy,” he growled against my mouth, lust shooting through my veins like lightning.

Again.

“I can’t get enough of you,” I whispered.

“That means everything’s going according to plan. ”

“What plan?”

He flipped me onto my back, wedging himself between my thighs.

“The plan to make you forget there are better men out there for you than me.”

“Oh. That plan,” I chuckled, and he tickled me until I gasped for air, wrapping my legs around his waist.

We flipped and rolled around the bed until we fell into one another, losing ourselves to the rush of pleasure that was always there between us, pulsing beneath the surface.