Hope on the Rocks (Rainbow Cove)

“You should.” I moved closer, biting back a yes, please, Daddy. He so looked the part too, all hot ginger lumberjack Daddy, raking his gaze over me as he tugged me to stand right in front of him, shins brushing.

“I will,” he said wolfishly. “Come here.”

Ignoring my startled noise, he hauled me into his lap. His big, comfortable, almost overwhelmingly sexy lap. He smelled good, woodsy, like his sheets and soap and his chest that was solid against my side.

“Oh. Uh…hello.” I struggled with the urge to sink into him completely, afraid if I did, I might never want to leave his embrace.

“Hi.” Adam chuckled at my ridiculousness and brushed his face against my temple and hair. “Knew you’d fit perfectly.”

“Thanks.” I exhaled hard, that need to let go winning. Hours of tension left me in one gust. His sturdy thighs and muscular arms truly were the ideal resting spot. And when he tenderly turned my face toward his, I went easily, awkwardness melting away with the force of how much I wanted this.

“Where do you stand on kissing?” His voice was even sexier now, low and dark.

“I like it.” My answer was perhaps a bit too quick, as if he might rescind the offer if I took too long deciding.

“Good.” He brushed his mouth against mine, the tickle of his beard contrasting with the soft fullness of his mouth. Earlier, when he’d threatened to make me scream, I’d expected a headlong rush into hot and heavy, the quickie he’d promised.

But this wasn’t a quickie.

No, this was a damn banquet of sensation, a slow feast. The press of his mouth made me tingle all over, heartrate doing that tachycardiac double-time beat, every sense heightened. The way he held me meant I could feel his heart pounding with that same dizzying rhythm. Delicately, he traced my lips with his tongue, a whisper of a tease, none of his usual brashness.

“Oh.” I parted my lips with an involuntary gasp, welcoming the invasion of his tongue like I’d been waiting years for this moment. And maybe I had. I was thirty-five, and I’d never been kissed quite like this. Adam kissed like we’d have decades to get this right, and like learning what I liked mattered. The movement of his tongue against mine returned my body temperature to supernova level, and when he tugged lightly on my lower lip, my cock started to throb. More soft sounds escaped my throat, each one seeming to embolden him further.

He used his lips and teeth and tongue to coax more and more sounds from me as the kiss built and built. I clung to him, literally shaking with how good it felt.

“Wow.” My voice was all breathless.

“Wow is right.” He chuckled before kissing me again, deeper this time. His boldness returned, an aggressiveness to his movements that I couldn’t get enough of. He held me tighter as his tongue swept farther into my mouth. I sucked eagerly on his tongue, making him be the one to moan this time.

“More.” I tried to wiggle even closer.

“We good?” he asked as he slid a hand under the back of my T-shirt.

“Oh, yes.” I wanted him to touch me everywhere, and the more he explored my back, the warmer his hand became, each of us igniting the other. As we continued to trade kisses, I let my hands roam too, over his big biceps, across his shoulders, through his beard, eventually digging my fingers into his back when the kissing became so intense that spontaneous combustion was a real risk.

“Need…”

“What would you like, baby?” Adam stroked my face, fingers featherlight despite the hunger of his kiss moments before. “Tell me.”

Getting to order up my own personal fantasy was such a novelty that I needed a minute to collect my thoughts. Truth was, I’d likely get off from another few moments of kissing, but I had other cravings to satisfy.

“I want to suck you.” My voice was soft but sure. “Like we talked about on the phone.”

“Mmm. You want to be a good boy for me?” It was a question but also an invitation, one I gladly seized.

“Yes, Daddy.” The words had been there all night, and finally uttering them felt so indescribably right that I shuddered.

“Good. Get on your knees.” Hand strong on my back, he encouraged me to kneel between his legs. Dying for it, I reached for his belt the second I was in position, but he stilled me with a hand over mine.

“Nuh-uh. Not yet. Show me how much you want my cock.”

I made a needy sound I hadn’t known I was capable of. With his deep voice and utter command of the situation, he was every Daddy fantasy I’d ever had, but better. I rubbed my face along his thighs, loving the drag of his jeans against my shaved cheeks. Nuzzling at his impressive bulge, I didn’t have to playact my eagerness and desperation at all.