“Yes, Riley. I’ll give you everything you need. I’ll take care of you. You’re mine. Mine!”
Riley cried out, pulling me to him for a ferocious kiss as his cum shot between us, adding stickiness to the slick sweat where our bodies touched.
I was so close. I’d been holding back, wanting to bring Riley off first, but now I still held out. I felt like when this ended something would’ve changed. It no longer mattered if I admitted how I felt. My love for Riley was in my eyes and on my face as I fucked him.
He groaned and squirmed against me. “I need it, Daddy. I need you to fill me with your cum.”
His silky voice begging for my seed did me in, I thrust into him one last time and let go. Coming in him bare was sloppy, messy, and the best thing ever.
When I finished, he pulled me down on top of him. “I’m too heavy for you.”
“No, I like it. I want to feel your weight on me.”
I didn’t have the energy to protest more, so I laid my head on his chest and let myself sink against him.
I’m not sure how long we stayed like that, but by the time I felt capable of moving, I had to peel our sticky bodies apart. Riley just laughed when I frowned at the mess we’d made. Then his eyes widened. “I can feel it.”
“Your cum sliding out of my ass.” He rolled and rose up on his knees. “See?”
Holy God could he be any hotter. My cock twitched even though it should’ve been incapable of doing anything but lying there limp.
I shifted position so I could see his stretched hole and ran my finger through the spunk that dripped down his leg. He reached back, took my wrist, and tugged until I brought it to his mouth. Damn if I didn’t get half-hard watching him suck my cum from his fingers.
“You’ve got a wicked side, boy.”
His cheeks turned pink.
“Don’t worry. I like it. A lot.” I imagined all the things we could do if we had more time like this.
There were so many wicked things I wanted to do with Blake. “I’m glad wicked isn’t against the rules.”
Blake laughed. God, I loved that sound. He was so serious most of the time when we were working, so focused. When he finally relaxed and just enjoyed something, he had the warmest laugh and the brightest smile. It was even sexier than him all poised and confident on a horse.
After the long walk and the wild sex, we’d thoroughly worked off our tacos. Blake took me out to dinner. It was nice to be out with him in public without having to worry about who was going to see us, but while the food was good and Blake was his usual, considerate self, I was anxious to get back to the hotel room where it was just the two of us enjoying each other.
We snuggled on the couch and watched a movie, then Blake laid me out on the big comfy bed again, and this time I took the opportunity to explore him until I couldn’t stand it any longer. I straddled his lean hips and rode his bare cock until we both came so hard it wrecked us. Then I lay on top of him as he wrapped his arms around me and held me tight. I couldn’t remember a time I’d ever been happier. I was warm and sated, and there wasn’t anything for me to be afraid of there in our hotel room. I had everything I needed. I wished we could stay forever.
When I woke the next morning, Blake was still sound asleep beside me. I must have really worn him out for him to sleep later than I did. I eased from the bed, trying not to wake him. I wished there was something I could do for him, some way I could care for him the way he did for me.
Breakfast, maybe? It was such a small thing but based on how much he usually ate first thing in the morning, I guessed he woke up starving. I considered calling for room service, but I worried the sound of my voice on the phone would wake him. Instead, I dressed as quietly as I could, left a note on my pillow, and tiptoed out of the room. I almost forgot to take the key, but I grabbed it at the last minute. Daddy would be proud.
I’d noticed a bakery across the street from the hotel. I could get us some pastries there, then stop by the concierge desk on my way back and arrange to have bacon and eggs sent to the room.
I didn’t know for sure what pastries Blake liked, so I ordered a plain croissant, a chocolate croissant, a raspberry Danish, a cinnamon Danish, an éclair—don’t tell me that’s not breakfast. If you can eat a doughnut you can eat an éclair—a strawberry tart, a piece of crumb-topped coffee cake, and a sticky bun.