Hope on the Rocks (Rainbow Cove)

“Yes. Yes. For you.” I was back to incoherent babbling, and even simply holding my cock, not stroking it, I was painfully close, closer with each thrust, and all I needed was permission. “Please. Please. Need to come. You too. Please.”

“You want me to come too?” He sounded breathless as our sweaty bodies slapped together in the warm evening air. Above us, the sunset was truly spectacular, but it couldn’t come close to how amazing this was. Adam growled and swore, and seeing him fight for control was the hottest thing I’d ever witnessed. “Ask for it.”

“Please, Daddy. Please. Come with me.” My begging was close to a whine, voice raw and needy. I’d never ever needed something, someone like I needed him right then.

“Gonna go hard,” he warned like I might turn that down. “You gonna take it?”

“Yes. God. Yes. More. All. Everything.” I had another flash of wishing for no condom, wanting to feel his heat and slickness that much more, wanting him to mark me in that way too. The thought alone of doing this bare had my cock pulsing against my palm. He slammed harder into me, hands cushioning me even as he fucked me with long, powerful thrusts that made my body shake, even my skull vibrated, every cell poised now, waiting for that permission.

“Come on, Quinn. Come now,” he commanded, and I made a sound of pure surrender, a volley of come spurting before he even finished the order.

“Daddy,” I moaned helplessly as I came and came, so much come, all over my stomach and his too. It felt like I’d climbed and climbed so high only to discover the slickest, fastest, best slide for the way down. I was as free as I’d ever been, as infused with joy as a body could get. From a distance, I heard him grunt and moan, cock going impossibly harder inside me.

“Fuck. Me too, baby.” His face went slack, a brief moment of vulnerability that made power surge within me. I’d made him come, given him even a small bit of that joyous pleasure still suffusing me. And somehow, he managed to keep us both upright, holding me as we both shuddered and panted. Finally, gently, so gently, he untangled our bodies and set my feet back on the floor.

“Easy now.” He steadied me with his hand when I would have moved away. I was suddenly hyper-aware of how sweaty I was and how sticky my body was with lube and come both. As usual, Adam knew exactly what I needed. “You stay right there. I’ll clean you up.”

His hands were strong and sure as he held me in place and turned the shower back on. Again, he seemed to take intense pleasure in soaping me up, and I had to laugh to release some tension, stop the burning in my sinuses. This was absolutely sweet and perfect, him continuing to take pamper me, even after the fuck.

“Full-service washing twice in a night? Not sure what I did to deserve that.” Even my joke came out shaky, wobbly like my knees and heart both.

“You deserve so much.” He kissed my neck and cheek. “Love it when you let me take care of you like this.”

“I like it too. So much.” I’d wanted and waited and secretly hoped for so, so long that finally getting the sort of Daddy who had only ever lived in my fantasies was more than a little overwhelming. I had no clue what to do with the big, scary feelings in my chest, but also, there was no way I could pull away from the sweetest embrace I’d ever known.

Twenty-One

Adam

I woke up way earlier than usual, the way I always did when camping. That part wasn’t surprising. But what was surprising was the cold bed next to me and lack of Quinn cuddled into me. He was a highly restless sleeper, but I’d discovered that I could keep him from flailing one of us in the face if I wrapped myself around him. At some point, though, he’d escaped my embrace without my notice.

Unable to go back to sleep without knowing where he was, I hauled myself out of bed and found him on the small porch of the yurt in one of the oversize Adirondack chairs, faded quilt wrapped around his body. The sky was still pink and purple with new light, but he already had a cup of coffee next to him.

“Hey.” I spoke softly to not startle him or the inquisitive deer off in the distance. “Insomnia again?”

“More like sleep drunk from going to bed early with you.” He laughed. After the incredible shower sex, we had laid in bed and talked quietly as the stars came out, but sleep had eventually won out, way earlier than it would have at home. “Seven hours feels like some sort of luxury. And then the light shifted, and my body decided it was time to wake up.”