Page 16 of Stirring Up Trouble (Saddle Up #1)

Fourteen

Blaze

“You're not naked.”

I turned at the sound of Robin's voice. I couldn’t help but smirk when I saw the cute frown on his face. “No, I'm not.”

He crossed his arms, his bottom lip sticking out for a moment.

“You said you'd be naked. I was promised nudity. What is all this?” He waved his hands at my clothing.

I shook my head and held a hand out for him to come over to where I was seated on the edge of the bed. My mind had raced as I’d left him behind in the kitchen. As much as I wanted to be buried dick deep in him, I couldn't.

Not until we'd spoken.

After he sat down beside me, I placed his hand in my lap, holding it with both of mine.

“I wanted to talk to you before we did anything else. I think there's a conversation that's overdue for us.”

His cute pout turned into a hesitant look. Like he was worried I was going to turn him away.

I quickly shook my head. “It's nothing bad, baby. I just want to talk to you about the Daddy part of us. I want to make sure that you understand what is and is not expected of you.”

“Oh,” he said.

Then it was quiet between us. I could tell he had questions, but he didn't want to ask.

After taking a deep breath, I dove right in.

“Daddy kink covers a lot of different things.

For some, it means that they call their partner Daddy in bed, and there's some caregiving in between the two.

For others, it goes much deeper with age play elements.

Sometimes that involves diapers and bottles.

Other times, it's about playing dress up and coloring or using toys.

Age play can cover a variety of years from toddler all the way up to preteen, ranging from littles to middles.

Do you understand everything I'm saying so far?”

“Yes, Daddy,” he said.

His gaze locked on mine. I smiled at his eager reply.

“Good boy.”

His hand jerked in mine as his eyes widened, and his cheeks tinted pink.

Oh, that was good to know. I moved on past it, not wanting to get stuck in a tempting place.

“I'm glad you understand. For me, being a Daddy is about my ability to care for you.

I don't mind age play and things that come along with it, but it's not something that I've ever wanted to pursue on my own.

I don't go looking for partners who are littles or middles. I simply want someone who will allow me space to be there for them and who calls me Daddy.”

He nodded, then bit his lip. Before I could reach out to release it from his grasp, he said, "I think that's what I would like too. Some of the guys on the ranch are Little and they have friends who are like, Little-Little. I’ve never wanted that. To be honest, I never even thought about calling anyone else Daddy until you mentioned it.”

I raised my brow. "Really? Not a single other person?"

He rolled his eyes. "Considering I was only with women before, no."

I scoffed. "There are female Daddies out there. Don’t underestimate the title because of gender."

His mouth formed a cute little O, but he didn't say anything, so I pushed ahead.

“I'm glad that we're on the same page as far as this goes.

A few of the things that I particularly like are the closeness that I would have with a partner.

I am very tactile when it comes to a relationship.

I'm going to want to touch you and kiss you and hold you.

When we sleep, I'm gonna want you in my arms, laying across my chest. When we're apart, I'm gonna want you to check in to let me know how you're doing.

I'm gonna constantly send you reminders to eat and hydrate.

It's sometimes overbearing,” I admitted.

“But it's my concern, my need to know that you're okay, that leads me to be that way.”

He smiled as he tilted his head and looked at me. I hadn't even realized that I had ducked down to avoid his gaze.

"Hey, Daddy," he said softly. I looked him in the eye.

"I like all those things. Sometimes I do forget to eat and drink.

Work gets so busy. And sometimes I just don't want to.

But if I know that someone is waiting for me to let them know that I have, then I'll get better at it. And as far as the cuddling stuff goes, it sounds great. I am a bit of a snuggler myself, though I keep it under wraps for the most part.”

I smiled at that. “Then it seems like we're a perfect match.”

He beamed at me, leaning his head on my shoulder. “It does sound that way, doesn't it, Daddy? I can't say that this is how I thought life would go, but I also can't complain. Can you?”

“Not one little bit,” I said, before squeezing his hand once, and then pushing it back over to him.

He raised up looking at me with a frown. I stopped him before he could complain.

“Stand and strip,” I demanded.

My voice was steady. There was an undeniable urge inside of me. Knowing that we both wanted one another was great, but understanding that his desires aligned with mine was next level compatibility in my book.

It was like someone took a vision of everything I wanted and put it into a person and said, "Here you go. Not what you thought, but it sounds good, right?”

I was not surprised when my boy stripped quickly. What was surprising was how his dick was already hard and leaking.

Reaching out, I ran my finger along his crown, gathering up the pre-come and bringing it to my mouth. I sucked my finger between my lips, closing my eyes as the salty taste hit my mouth.

“Delicious,” I hummed.

He whimpered and shook at my praise.

"Get on the bed. Lay on your back. Spread those legs.”

He rushed to do as I said while I stripped my clothes. As soon as I could, I went over and locked the door too. I didn't think anyone would come to get us. Needed to be sure though. No one got to see my boy this way but me.

Once I was naked, I wrapped my hand around my dick and stroked it as I prowled over to him.

Robin's eyes took in my body as he licked his lips. I could tell from earlier that he wanted to suck me off. I wouldn't have asked him to, not yet.

While I dove in headfirst with this shift in my sexuality, there was still something lingering over Robin. I don't know how I knew, I just did. Which was why we were going to take tonight slow.

In the past, anal had been something that wasn't really worth my time. Not because I didn't enjoy it. Usually my partners would tap out before it could get anywhere. Some even took one look at my dick and noped out.

Robin didn't seem the type to do that. And I was excited at the prospect of having him tightly wrapped around me.

Since we've already had the discussion about our health, I grabbed the lube and forewent the condoms. I snapped the cap open and tossed it on the bed for quick access.

As I crawled to meet his body, I pressed a kiss to the tip of his dick before putting my hands under his thighs and lifting him. The position spread him wide. His dark pink hole twitched before me.

I gave into the urge to get a taste of him, first trailing my nose over his balls and then down to his crease.

It was different from any other time I’d been intimate with someone.

This connection revealed all the different parts of him.

The trust he was giving me wasn’t lost as I went in for a taste.

Pushing my nose into his taint, I allowed my tongue to swipe against his flesh. He let out a cry as his legs shook in my hold.

My boy is sensitive.

I traced along his flesh for several long minutes, not spending too long in one spot, while also giving him a chance to get used to me being back there. When I felt he was relaxed enough, I pressed my tongue against his hole and pushed my way inside.

“Daddy,” he cried loudly, his fists banging against the bed.

I would have laughed if I hadn't been so enamored at the way his body squeezed my tongue.

Fuck, he was tight. I was going to have to work him open with care.

With that thought in mind, I let go of one of his legs and grabbed the lube. It was tricky getting some on my hand without losing him, but I managed.

I pulled my tongue back and pressed one finger against him. Leaning up, I looked into his eyes and told him, “Relax for me. Just breathe steady, baby.”

He nodded quickly, his eyes wide and wild as I eased the digit in slowly. There was some resistance, yes, but there was also a pull, almost as if his body was trying to suck my finger inside.

I could see sweat building along his hairline, and his body twitched in my hold. His cock was still hard and leaking, but he didn't reach to touch it. I would have to reward him for that later.

He was letting me take full control, which I appreciated.

When I felt his body relax even more, I added a second finger. The process was slower this time as he gasped and winced, begging for more while also asking me to slow down.

I followed his lead, carefully pushing him to take more. “It's gonna to feel so good, baby. I'm gonna give it to you nice and slow while you adjust. Let me take care of you. Let me fill you up.”

His back arched.

He cried out for more.

He promised he could take it.

My baby was getting close.

When I added the third finger, I could see he struggled. I wanted to make it easier on him, so I slowed down, just holding myself there, not pushing him for more. I didn't pump or flex my fingers. Just remained steady as I waited for his breathing to even out again.

His dick had gone down, likely from the struggle of the stretch. But when I moved, I could see it trying to revive itself. Since he responded so well to my words earlier, I decided to see just how turned on I could make him as he continued to adjust to me.

“Baby,” I called, hoping to get his attention. Once he looked my way, I kept going.

“Do you know how beautiful you are like this?

How perfect you are spread out in front of me, legs wide open, letting me fuck you with my fingers.

Do you know how much I want to suck your dick right now?

To taste your cum again? To take you and know that I've brought you pleasure?

I can't wait to be inside you. I know it's gonna be perfect.

I'll probably fucking blow my load right as I get in, but just know that we're gonna keep going and keep trying until I can sink all the way inside you.

Until my dick is buried deep and my cum fills you up.

Only then will we be satisfied. Isn't that right, baby?”

He whimpered, nodding, his voice gone to the height of his pleasure.

“Do you think you can take me now?” I asked.

When he gave another quick nod, I slowly pulled my fingers free. He gasped and twitched, only to lean up on his elbows and drop his mouth open with awe as I lathered my dick in lube.

“You're so big.” He breathed out, voice heavy with desire. “I don't know how it's gonna fit.”

I smirked at him.

“It'll fit, baby, I promise. It just takes a little patience. You tell me if you need to stop, though. I'll be more than happy to stroke one out and cover you in my cum as well. As long as it's on you or in you, we're good.”

He dropped back and covered his eyes with his arms.

“You can't keep saying stuff like that, Daddy,” he whined.

I chuckled as I lined my cock up to his entrance and pressed against the rim. He tightened for a moment before relaxing with a big exhale.

From there, it all became a blur of want and need. Each tiny bit of length I gained felt like miles of progress until I was buried about halfway down my length.

I'm not sure if it was something I said in the heat of the moment or if he had just finally had enough, but my boy tightened around me so much that there was nothing left for me to do but come.

As his release sprayed across his stomach and chest, I let go too. A blinding level of pleasure ripped through me as I pumped my hips forward, pouring everything bit of myself into him.

I'd never been with someone this way. Never felt like my soul connected with theirs.

It gave me a new perspective on life and sex and connection.

How did I ever live without this? Without him?

All I knew was that I was going to continue to think about it and continue to act on it so long as my boy wanted it, as long as he wanted me.