"Ohh. Does Daddy want his hole?" Derek whispers sleepily.
It's only 4 a.m., but of course the possibility of sex would wake him. One touch to his ass, and he's ready to go. I smile into the dark, rubbing my beard against the top of his head. Christ, I like him. I want to be around him all the time. "Daddy always wants his hole, but Daddy has to go to work." I roll over. He spreads his legs for me, and I settle between them.
"Then you shouldn't have pushed my buttons if you couldn't do anything about it. At least let me blow you. I need my protein."
A laugh bursts past my lips. "Jesus, you make me feel good." No one makes me laugh the way he does. Before he can reply, I take his mouth, push my tongue inside, and eat his hungry little moans. His cock gets hard beneath me, and mine is aching so goddamned bad, I know if I don't get out of this bed right now, I'm going to be late for work. "I have to go to work, Little Hurricane."
"Get back here." He reaches for me as I pull away and stand up.
"I can't. I'll be late for work. I'm already only working half a shift because Steph and I have to take Zane to the college for a few last-minute things before he starts next week."
"Ugh. Kids are such a hassle. I'm glad I don't have any." He throws an arm over his face and I frown. It's not the first time he's made a comment like that, and I know he doesn't mean anything by it, but it just shows our differences. On the other hand, what do I expect? For Derek and me to get serious and my son who is only eight years younger than him to get a stepdad? That shit is too weird to even think about.
I take a step and my foot hits something. "Ouch. Damn it."
Derek reaches over and turns on the dim lamp. "Does this help?" he asks. I bend over and pull a pair of underwear out of my duffle. When I stand up, he reaches over and runs his finger down my cock. "Please let me suck it. I'll be quick."
My dick jerks against my stomach as lust shoots through my body. "Goddamn it." I climb back into bed and we make quick work of blowing each other. I'm getting better at this, at taking him deeper the way he does me and it's not long before we're drinking each other's come. "Now I really need to get my ass in gear," I tell him as I climb out of his bed.
"But it was worth it. You know it was. I think we've learned you like sucking dick just as much as I do."
"Oh yeah." I wink at him before I head to the bathroom to get ready. When I'm finished, I go back into Derek's room. He never covered up again, his soft dick lying in his neatly trimmed pubes. Why do I have to go to work again?
He doesn't open his eyes, and I lean over the bed and press a quick kiss to his lips. "Your mouth tastes like mint. Mine still tastes like your come. I win." He smiles, half-asleep, still not looking at me.
"You always win, boy. Go back to sleep. I'll call you after I'm done with Zane and Steph. Frankie wants to go with us to Pump tonight." It'll be the first time we've all gone out despite Frankie and Derek's friends pleading with us.
"Are you sure you can go?" His eyes flutter open and he almost looks sad. "I mean … if you're going to be with Zane and Steph … they might want to do something with you or Zane might want to come over again. I can make myself scarce for the weekend if I need to. You don't have to babysit me."
I frown. "I know that." It's been a strange few weeks. I haven't spent as much time with Zane as I could and I've felt a little guilty for that. Plus, I'm down to one visit a week with my mom. When I'm with them, it's like Derek doesn't exist-especially when Zane is over, which makes me feel a whole different kind of guilt. "I'm with you because I want to be with you. Because I like talking to you and holding you and owning your ass. Not because I feel like I have to babysit you. Plus, Zane has plans tonight with some of his friends."
Derek nods, but he still looks a little sad so I lean over and give him another kiss. "Daddy can't wait to take his boy out tonight."
"You better say that." This time he smiles before rolling to his side and that fucking quickly, he's asleep again. Chuckling, I make my way out of his place and head to the firehouse to work my partial shift.
It's crazy as fuck, of course. Frankie and I get call after call. When it hits eleven and I have to leave, I feel like shit. "Sorry to leave you with Thompson. He's not as good as me."
Frankie rolls his eyes at me. "I think I'll be okay. I'm just … " He shrugs. "It's good to see you having some fun. You haven't picked up one extra shift the past few weeks. You need that, man."