Page 4 of Tantrum Interrupted (Blue Collar Daddies in the City #10)

HUNTER

He asked for my number.

I was still floating when I hopped down the stairs to my apartment and tossed my backpack on the bed. Did he mean now? Soon? I stared at the phone in my hand, but the only thing on the lockscreen was a low-battery warning and a QR code to my channel. Nope, not yet.

Flopping down on my bed, I thought about taking a real nap, but I was still hard. Every time he’d looked at me, more blood filled my dick, but the way he squeezed my shoulder and fixed my seatbelt was too much.

I tried to think about something else, but my brain kept looping back to Roman. The way his jaw locked when he wasn’t happy and his eyes glowed when he was.

He asked for my number, but would he actually call me?

I buried my face in the mattress and groaned, but that only made me throb harder when I rutted against the mattress. A shower would help. I could wash off the makeup and goop in my hair as well as take care of my lonely cock.

We were used to solo relief, and I didn’t expect that to change anytime soon.

I stripped out of my clothes and turned on the hot water in my shower. The water heater always took a minute, so I stepped in and braced myself for the initial blast of cold water. That should have shocked some of the horniness out of me, but the water on my dick only made me tingle more.

By the time the steam was rolling off my skin, I was imagining what it would feel like if Roman’s hands were wrapped around my hips or sliding up my chest to press me into the wall. I closed my eyes and pictured him taking my shaft in his big hand and stroking me with a firm but quick grip.

Would I even be able to breathe if he touched me for real? More likely, I’d melt on the spot, but at least I’d die happy.

My hand slid down to my cock. It was slick with body wash so I could stroke myself as if it were the sexy Daddy photographer taking care of his boy.

His mouth would brush across my ear as he reminded me to be a good boy and not cry out too loudly.

The fantasy man was less gentle than the real one, and I loved it.

I needed the roughness. If he wanted me to behave for him, he needed to make me do it.

I squeezed myself tighter and pulled harder, moving fast like I was trying to bruise myself.

Fantasy Roman approved. “You like it rough, boy? You wanna feel Daddy taking what he wants…giving you what you need?” The pretend words in my head shouldn’t have made me moan, but they did. Fuck, I want it to be real.

My knees went weak, and I had to brace myself on the tile when I finally came in thick bursts.

The release I’d been needing all day filled me, but it still wasn’t enough.

Being alone would never fully sate me, but it was better than I could ever remember in the past. My toes curled on the slick tile as I rested my forehead against the wall. “Someday, I’ll do this for real.”

I let the water sluice over me until my skin cooled and the worst of the trembling stopped. I stood there for a long minute with my mind buzzing before I finally got out. I toweled off and padded back to my bed without bothering to get dressed.

My phone was exactly where I'd left it, but now the screen showed a notification for a text.

My stomach did a full somersault. Could it be him?

I carefully checked and saw it was from an unknown number. ‘Sup

The smile that split my face was bigger and more genuine than any I’d forced at the photo shoot. Of course it was Roman. Who else would be so silly? Hey. :) Is this Roman?

The reply came fast, as if he’d been waiting. Yeah. And I hope you aren’t asking because you’ve given your number to multiple strangers today.

Nope. Just the one. ;-)

I tried to imagine Roman sitting at home and thinking about me. It made my tummy flip, so I grabbed my stuffed penguin and gave it a squeeze against my chest. ‘Sup with you?

I’m transferring all my memory cards and thought I’d say hi and see how you’re doing.

That made me feel a certain way. One I wasn’t used to feeling. I still only had the towel half covering my ass, but I snapped a quick selfie with my hair dripping and my bare back, like I was pretending not to try too hard. Just got outta the shower.

The dots hovered for a while before he replied. My heart pounded the entire time, afraid I’d crossed a line that I couldn’t uncross. Then I saw his message and a different level of fear and excitement bubbled up inside me. Did you behave yourself in there?

I bit my lip, then typed the most honest response I had the courage to go with. Not even a little bit.

Good boy. Wouldn’t want to know you were still suffering with need…

Holy shit. I couldn’t tell if he was flirting or fucking with me, but either way, I wanted more. Still? Why do you say that?

You think I didn’t notice your excitement earlier? Before I could answer, he sent a follow-up. Unless that boner was for Janet.

Wasn’t for Janet. I wasn’t sure if I should go for it, but I didn’t have much to lose. Either he’d freak out and block me or…I didn’t even know what the other option could be. Only one way to find out. I was thinking about you.

I waited for his response, but it didn’t immediately come. I could see my message was delivered but I didn’t know if he’d seen it or not. Maybe he was doing some work. Maybe I pissed him off. Or worse, maybe I disappointed him.

A full minute and then another before his reply finally showed up and almost made me drop the phone. What were you thinking? Specifically.

Shit, shit, shit. My face went hot with shame, but I remembered the way he looked at me from behind his camera, like I was a challenge he wanted to accept. My hand was yours and you…wanted me.

Yeah? What was your hand doing?

I was all in now. No reason to hold back. Holding me. Stroking me. Pulling a thick load out of me.

Fuck, Hunter. You want that? I thought you were all about the spankings.

I wanted all of it so bad it made my bones ache. Is it okay for me to say yes, I want it all?

Of course it’s okay. He sent that and then immediately started typing again. As long as you’re being honest.

It’s true. But…I do have a confession. If he wanted honesty, I felt obligated to be fully transparent with him. Even if it was humiliating to admit to someone I was trying to impress.

You can tell me anything, Hunter. He followed that message with a telephone emoji and my heart started racing.

Did he want to have this conversation on the phone? Gah! Could I survive that? Okay .

My phone immediately rang, so I hit the answer button and put it on speaker so I could bury my face behind both hands and still hear him speaking. “Hi.”

“You sure you’re okay to talk instead of text?”

I nodded but then cleared my throat. “Yeah, it’s just embarrassing.”

“Like I said, sweetheart. You can tell me anything. I’ve got plenty of embarrassing shit I can tell you, if that makes you feel better.”

Okay, now I was intrigued. “Yeah? Like what?”

He chuckled softly and sighed. “Well, let’s see.

Just last week, I was at a company lunch for my boss’s birthday, and I accidentally dumped an entire bowl of chili in my lap.

Not only did I have to sit in it for an hour until I could leave, but I was parked two blocks away and had to walk down the street with a mess covering the front and back of my pants.

People probably thought I had serious digestive issues but…

Whatever. I know what happened. If it made people smile to think something much worse was at play, that’s fine with me. ”

“I would have died!” There was a reason I avoided people. “Seriously.”

“No, you wouldn’t, Hunter. You’re a strong boy who can do hard things.”

My breath hitched, and I was completely focused on his kind words. “I am?”

“You are.” Roman cleared his voice and spoke softly. “And if you need a reminder, I’m happy to help.”

“Help how?” I didn’t want to get my hopes up again. Just because he said something to cheer me up didn’t mean he would actually follow through. I’d already learned that at the photoshoot.

“Help push you out of your comfort zone. Push you into a vulnerable space. Push you to let go of your shields and walls and detachment from the world and just feel…”

A soft whimper slipped past my lips. “Why do you keep saying that?”

Roman was silent for a moment, so I answered his unasked question.

“Why do you keep saying you’ll do something when you won’t?”

“Oh, I will, sweetheart. We’ve barely met, so jumping right into a scene seems a bit irresponsible, but if this is something you want, I’d be honored to help you.”

Now it was my turn to be quiet. I didn’t know what to say to that.

“But I do have my own conditions.”

The familiar lightness that came with being in my Little space began to work through me. My thumb went to my mouth, and I curled under my comforter in the fetal position, just listening to Roman’s deep voice. “What conditions?”

“What’s your confession?”

“Hm?” It took me a second to remember what he was talking about. “Oh, nuffin’.”

“Hunter.” The way he said my name sent shivers of excitement down my spine. “Please be honest with me. It’s the only way I can consider taking things to a physical level. If I can’t trust you to tell me what you need, we can’t do anything.”

Well, poop. I didn’t want that. “Just… You’d be first.”

“I’d be first?” He seemed to consider all the meanings of my words before he spoke again. This time, with a hint of hesitation in his voice. “First to…spank you?”

“Yes. And everything. See me. Touch me. Anything.”

“Okay, thank you for telling me that.” A few moments of silence floated between us. “Just to clarify, are you saying you’re a virgin?”

“Mm-hm.” I squeezed my eyes shut, not wanting to even look at the phone he was speaking through. “Are you mad?”

“Not at all, sweetheart. There’s no reason for you to be embarrassed or for me to be mad. But it does mean we need to move slowly. I don’t want to take advantage of your curiosity and push you beyond your comfort level.”

“See, I knew it!” I couldn’t hold back my disappointment. Once again, I put myself out there and practically begged him to want me, and he completely rejected the offer. Tears started to roll down my cheeks, and I couldn’t stand to make things worse. “Ba-bye.”

Before he could say anything else, I disconnected the call and turned off my phone. I couldn’t have a big conversation right now. I needed a nap so I could clear my head and think of a way to recover from the dumb things I’d said.