Page 71 of Santa Daddies

I take it to mean he’s done waiting. There’s an urgency between us now. The veil over this date has lifted. We both want to take the next step. Pretending we don’t is silly.

Turning to the side, I wave my hand out. “Lead the way, cookie. I’m all in.”

Jared doesn’t hesitate to wrap his hand around mine as he takes off toward the brightly lit exit sign. I’d laugh if my cock wasn’t trying to burst from my damn pants. His excitement is an aphrodisiac to my senses.

We weave through the crowd, trudging out the exit. Families with exhausted kids, couples who appear to be in a romantic sort of bliss, and even a few solo wanderers get passed up as my boy focuses on getting us to his place.

I let it all become a blur as I focus on the way his hand feels laced with mine and how my thoughts are plotting the ways I’ll trail over his body.

Yeah, we need to get out of here pronto.

After getting out of the light show and navigating the short distance to his apartment, we’re finally behind his closed door. We take a second to stare at one another, our breaths hot and heavy as the desire between us reaches a fever pitch.

“Daddy,” he whines.

I smirk, my hands moving to pull off my scarf. “Yes, cookie?”

“Will you…”

“Will I what?”

His throat works as he swallows deeply. “Will you fuck me now? I want to be full of you.”

My body lights up with the words. He’s asking permission, but he’s also telling me exactly what he wants should that permission be granted.

As if I’d deny either of us.

We’re consenting adults who’ve decided to try our hand at a Daddy-kink relationship. Why would I turn him away?

“Is that what you truly want? To have me sink inside you and show you what having a Daddy really feels like?”

His body jolts like he’s been electrocuted. “Yes, Daddy. Please give me it.”

I smile at the somewhat petulant tone. We’ll have to address that attitude later. I’m far too wound up to stop this now.

Rather than give him more words, I pull him forward, sealing my mouth over his. He melts instantly, his body relaxing into mine with complete trust. The jolt of pride I feel at the shift in his demeanor sends my need for him even higher.

The kiss turns filthy the more I push him. He opens for me easily, moving where I lead him with each swipe of my tongue and nibble of my teeth.

This perfect boy.

Fuck. He’s undoing all my control. All my training, the years I spent working to keep my cool in intense moments, fades with the whines he releases.

“Bedroom,” I grit out after I manage to pull away from him. It’s hard to do, but it’s necessary. I can’t properly prep him if I don’t get us to a bed right away. I don’t want to have him this first time against the front door.

My boy tugs me behind him through the dimly lit apartment until we’re in his private space. I promise myself I’ll look around before I leave. I’m sure I’ll learn more about Jared here. Anyhints I can get to be the Daddy he needs will be uncovered. The detective in me won’t let it slide.

“Lube. Condoms.”

At the demand, he scrambles for the drawer of his nightstand. With his back turned, I strip off my coat and gloves. I manage to slip my shirt off too while he’s focusing on the task I gave him.

By the time he turns around, I’ve got my pants unbuttoned. His jaw drops open, his eyes trailing over my exposed skin. Chills follow the path he takes.

“Time to strip, cookie. I’m eager for my dessert.”

He giggles softly. “Ok, Daddy.”

We work together, shedding fabric without a care to where any of it lands. It doesn’t matter anyway. Not when there are more pressing matters to focus on.