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I don't know why I just blurted that out. Oh god, my cheeks are burning with embarrassment.

I stare intently at the space between our laps until Garrett— Daddy— is lifting my chin and holding my head up until I meet his eyes. His eyes are fascinating to me. Garrett's eyes are close to a hazel, if I had to think of a word. They're gorgeous and the type that I swear turns gold when the sunlight hits them. He smiles and brushes a thumb across one of my cheeks.

I’m a fourth generation Puerto Rican, the tanned skin and dark, brown eyes really the only genetics that remain. My mom is white and one of my grandparents on my dad's side was of Irish descent. My siblings are lighter skinned, with a mix of blue and brown eyes.

"You are a dream, Orion." Garrett drops his hand, but shifts closer on the couch. His arms reach out toward me and suddenly I'm being hauled onto his lap, straddling his hips with my hands on his shoulders. "Such a fucking dream."

"Emphasis on the fucking, if I have my way." I'm much bolder in this position, apparently. All my worries of money and how I was going to actually afford the food I bought earlier start slipping away the longer I'm in my Daddy's lap. After paying my bills and deciding that I need to buy actual food instead of just the cheapest thing available, I don't have a lot of money left for the next two weeks. I'll have to talk to Austin about getting some overtime or something.

Daddy's hands snake under my shirt and I shiver at the skin-on-skin contact, stretching my back straight and letting my head fall back. His hands travel further up, pushing my shirt up and revealing my stomach. In another second, I'm being directed to lift my arms so he can pull my shirt off.

His lips are on my neck the second my shirt is gone. They're warm, soft. I shiver at the scratch of his full beard. My hands fist his shirt at his shoulders, pulling myself even closer to him. My blood is rushing through my body, pounding in my ears. His lips leave a trail down the column of my neck and to my chest.

"Can you come for me before the timer goes off?" he asks, the words whispered between us. I know my skin is flushed red. I can feel my dick twitch at the sight of his glistening lips. His tongue darts out, licking his bottom lip like he can taste me on it. I forgot he even set a timer. I don't know how much time is left. “I did promise you a reward for getting all your errands done today.”

"If it's more than five minutes left, definitely." His answering snicker breaks any pretense that we weren't going to fuck right here on this couch. Daddy practically tosses me so I land with my back on the cushions. I've always been tall for my age, but the way Garrett handles me with ease, the way he cared for me just yesterday, makes me feel small. I like that feeling. "Oh shit."

"Language, honey." Daddy wastes no time taking my pants off and pulling my briefs down. They're plain white and don't fit exactly right, another item that was the cheapest option. Just like my pants, they are pulled down my legs and discarded. After our text exchange earlier, I made sure to take a little extra time in the shower.

The couch is spacious here, but we still have to maneuver around a bit to make sure neither of us fall off. Daddy has my cock in his hand and dips his head to swirl his tongue around the head. My whole body shivers with pleasure again. He sucks my cock into his mouth, giving a few bobs of his head before he's popping off again and smiling at me.

I open my mouth to say something, but I can't find the words. Daddy moves up, hovers over my body, and smiles.

"It's okay, Honey. You just lay here, okay? If you need to stop or say something, just tap my body." I nod and smile, grateful that he isn't going to make me use my words. Right now, I don't know what those words would even be.

His lips seal over mine and I part them immediately to let him take what he wants. We kissed on Friday, and he gave me several kisses yesterday, but they keep getting better each time. While his tongue explores my mouth and brushes against my own, his hand wraps around my cock and strokes quickly. I know that I'm already leaking like crazy, I can feel the building pressure of my orgasm forming.

"Fuck, honey." He draws out the words, deep from the back of his throat. The words rumble through my ears and I whimper, wanting to come now but also wanting to hold off as long as I can. He's making me feel so good, but I can't find the words to tell him. Daddy takes my lips again, this time pressing his hips into mine. I realize then that he is still fully dressed while I'm naked, laying underneath him.

He thrusts his hips over and over and I can feel his erection behind the clothes as he rubs against me. My moans and his grunts mix together like magic and I'm barreling toward my release.

"I'm coming, Daddy." I manage to say the words moments before my cock pulses over and over. I don't know where it lands, but I can feel Daddy's hand wrapped around me again, milking every last drop.

Just then, the timer goes off on the stove.

Daddy smiles at me and gives me a kiss before pulling back. I'm not moving for a minute, but I take in the mess. I can see a couple wet spots on his shorts and I'm not sure if that's from me or him. I have cum on my stomach, too.

"Stay right there," Daddy directs. I watch him reach into his shorts and adjust himself as he walks to the timer and turns it off with his other hand. He turns and grabs the hand towel off the counter and gets part of it wet before walking back over to me. He gives me another deep kiss while he cleans me off. "Let's get you dressed again and we can eat dinner."

"I want your hoodie," I say, finally finding my voice. I wore his hoodie here, the same one he'd given me yesterday. He smiles and helps me stand up. We switch positions as he sits on the couch and reaches for my underwear. I'm kind of embarrassed of the plain brand. I know that Garrett, Daddy, wears a name brand that hugs him deliciously.

"You got it, baby." I lay my hands on his shoulders to steady myself and lift one foot at a time. When he pulls the hoodie over my head, he directs me to wash my hands at the sink. He does the same and then pulls dinner out of the oven.

"Smells amazing," I say with a smile. I watch him dish out some in a bowl and stab a fork into one of the pieces of chicken. The small act of the fork standing straight up makes me laugh for whatever reason. I woke up this morning stressed and wondering how I was going to get things taken care of, but now I just feel happy. Giddy, almost. Whether that's a post-orgasmic feeling or just the way I feel being around Garrett, which I'm leaning toward the latter, I'm taking it.

We make small talk over dinner. Garrett tells me more about Austin and Remington coming over today. I give a vague description of my day, the highlights of shopping and taking my laundry down to the sketchy basement to wash. He shows me the tablet with the items that Austin picked out. I don't know how I feel about that, but the anxious thoughts are swept away when Garrett tells me that Austin picked out only the toys. There are a couple, mostly the stuffies, that I like. After a minute, Garrett moves the conversation to ask me what my favorite foods are. I'm not even aware that I've finished my food until I go to take another bite and my fork meets the bottom of the bowl.

Garrett laughs at my pout and stands up. "Do you want more?" he asks as he moves around the island.

"No, I'm good. Thank you." He gives me a smile as he loads the bowl and fork into the dishwasher. "Daddy." I add it as an afterthought. I'm not sure how often I should be referring to him as Daddy when we're together. Does he like it all the time or just when I'm in that Little space?

"What are you thinking about, baby?"

Now I'm thinking how I need to stop wearing my thoughts in my expression. Instead of saying that, I shrug. "Just thinking about you. Us."

"Care to elaborate?" He's done putting the dishes in and closes the door. A couple of buttons make that soft ding noise to say it's started the cycle.

"How often do you want me to call you Daddy?" I'm trying my best to not be embarrassed. After the times we've hung out this weekend already, there's no reason I should be feeling anything but calm and maybe curious.

"As much as you want," he says. He rinses off his hands once more and then walks around to wrap his arms around me. I smile into his chest, taking a deep breath of his smell. He's still in his shorts and shirt, while I'm in my underwear, the hoodie large enough to cover my upper thighs. "I know we're jumping into this and I love what we've done so far, but whatever makes you comfortable is okay with me."

I tilt my head back and look up at him. He's standing and I'm sitting on the stool, which gives him the height advantage by at least a foot. "I want you to be comfy too, Daddy. What do you like to do?"

"If my answer is you, does that count?"

I laugh and bury my face against his chest once more, squeezing him tighter in my arms. I can feel myself letting the rest of my worries go as the seconds pass. My belly is full, I'm relaxed, I don't have to think about how I'm going to get to work tomorrow or if I'll wake up cold. I know that I'll be going to sleep next to my Daddy tonight.

"It's still early." Daddy pulls away from my hug, but doesn't move far away. "Do you want to play a bit and then take a shower before bed?"

"Yes, please." The thought of a shower with Daddy is an incentive to make me do anything. Almost anything. I'm sure there's something I wouldn't do… Maybe.

"I don't have any toys here yet," he says. He takes my hand and pulls me down the hallway and into the office room. "But I do have some watercolor paints and paper, if you'd like to do that."

"Oh, yes, please." I'm excited for this. I love painting of any kind. I haven't done it in years, but I still have a few of my old projects from my younger school years. My parents would have thrown them away years ago, but they make me happy.

"How about you go use the bathroom first and I'll get everything ready?" I nod and do as he asks. When I come out two minutes later, he's holding paper, a paintbrush, and one of those strips of small, watercolor paints. The one that is a thin strip of plastic with the oval shapes and has the primary colors. "Where would you like to set up?"

"Umm." We're right at the foyer, we could go either way. I look up at the upper level and then down the hallway, unsure of what would be best. Daddy uses his free hand to hook over my shoulder and pulls me toward the living room.

"I'll make the decision," he says confidently. "Plus, I think we might have to do this at the table or Riley will try to help. With his tongue or feet."

That makes me giddy and I follow Daddy's directions to sit at the table while he gets a cup of water for the paints. I don't know what I want to paint. Maybe a rainbow, or turtle, or… I don't know. I look up and watch Daddy's every move as he sets the cup down and then sits beside me. He has his tablet again.

Riley is curled up on the floor under the table and I slide my bare toes under his back. They're immediately warm. I wait until Daddy gets everything set up just right before I reach for the paint brush. It's a tiny plastic one, probably came with the paint set, but it'll work all the same.

"Do you want any other toys to keep here?" Daddy asks as I swirl the brush into the blue color. "I'm going to order a few things now."

I shrug. I don't know what I want. I liked the things that Austin picked out, but some of them I don't know if they would be fun to play with on my own.

"Honey." Daddy's voice is stern with just that one word and I pause mid-stroke to look at him. His expression is calm. "If you're going to make it a habit of not talking, that's fine. But Daddy needs to know ahead of time, okay?"

I swallow and nod. "Okay. Sorry. I like the stuffies. And I liked the bottle yesterday, too."

"Do you want to pick some out? Then you can go back to painting." I nod and Daddy scoots his chair closer so I can see the screen. He pulls up a website that was already saved and starts scrolling through it. There is so much to look at and the paints are forgotten about. It's more than just toys. There are clothes and blankets, bottles, sippy cups, more toys, and…

"That." I point to what looks like a necklace at first. It's a thick, black band, about the width of a belt, it buckles together and there's a pacifier set in the middle. I don't know why, but the second I see it, I know I need it.

"Are you sure?" Daddy looks at me and then to the screen again. I barely register his eyes on me, because I don't want to take them away from the item. It's beautiful and I can feel all parts of me getting excited for it. "Do you know what that is?"

"Yes, Daddy." It's a gag, but with a pacifier instead of a ball or anything else. "I love it."

"Consider it bought, then." He adds it to the cart. "Anything else?"

"Blanket?" I love the one he has downstairs and I think about the Ninja Turtle sheet I have at my apartment.

"What color would you like?" Daddy asks. He tilts the screen to me again and I look through so many options before settling on a pale green with white polka dots that looks so, so soft. It has rounded corners and edges that are extra thick. "Done. Now, will you paint me a picture I can put in my office?"

"Yes, Daddy." I smile and he leans over and gives me a kiss before I go back to the paper before me.