Hope on the Rocks by Annabeth Albert

Twenty-Five

Quinn

“We don’t have to leave,” I whispered to Adam when we found ourselves alone for a moment in the kitchen while Ramona went to tell Teddy goodnight and Patsy walked Mason, Flint, and Lilac out. Adam had made noises about us leaving soon too, but I didn’t want to rush him. “If you need more time with your sister, I’m fine with that.”

“I’m seeing her tomorrow to get groceries. We’ll talk then. Tonight, I want my birthday present.” He gave me a once-over that had heat licking at the base of my spine and my cheeks warming up as well.

“Present time sounds good.” I matched his lusty gaze, hoping Adam’s mother or sister didn’t hear our flirting.

“You’re cute when you blush.” He leaned in for a kiss, swallowing the squeak I made. “Let’s get you home.”

“I don’t know. Maybe we should offer to help with the dishes. I might not know what to do with you in my bedroom prior to eleven,” I teased in a whisper.

“Behave, or I’ll deal with you appropriately.” Adam added a stern stare with the heavy weight of Daddy authority behind it, making my ass clench.

“Promises, promises.” I was a little bolder than usual, mellowed by some wine with the food. “It’s your birthday. Shouldn’t you be the one getting a spanking, not threatening me?”

“Boy. You head to the truck before I find a way to shut your smart mouth right here.” Even though his voice was low, Daddy vibes rolled off Adam so strongly that my cock started to ache. “I’ll say goodbye to my mom while you think about who deserves the spanking.”

“Yes.” I added the Daddy with my eyes, trying for a deferential look before I followed his orders. He didn’t keep me waiting long at all before he joined me in the truck, giving me a swift kiss before he put the key in the ignition.

I loved how eager he seemed for the sex. I’d worried that maybe my meltdown the week prior had ruined some of our sexual spark, made me less attractive in some way, or made him think I was too fragile for bossy Daddy games. I hadn’t quite known how to articulate those worries though, so I’d stayed quiet. But now, relief made me giddy and also loosened my lips.

“Are you really going to spank me tonight? I was surprised you didn’t last week.” Glancing down at my lap, I fiddled with the seatbelt.

“Quinn, look at me.” Adam turned toward me. “The absolute last thing I’m going to do is spank or punish you because you cried or had a bad day.”

“Oh.” I considered this, trying to reconcile his words with all the Daddy porn I’d read and watched over the years, where the Daddy reduced his boy to tears over minor infractions. “Even if I screw up?”

“Even then,” Adam said firmly. “You’re a good boy. Even if you screw up something serious with me or us, I’m not going to punish you.”

“Yeah.” My voice sounded small and far away.

He tipped my chin up so that I had to meet his gaze. “Unless that’s what you need sometimes—the release of a spanking. You come to me and need it, truly need it to feel better, I’ll go there with you.”

“Ah.” The way he always put my needs front and center, even ahead of the kink, could be overwhelming. I chewed the corner of my lip. “Otherwise, it’s just for play?”

“Being your Daddy isn’t play. Not for me.” Expression still solemn, he swept his thumb over my mouth, soothing where I had bitten. “And part of that is a responsibility to not punish if you don’t need that from me.”

“You’re very wise.” If I didn’t want to keep him to myself so much, I’d suggest he add Daddy Dom wisdom to his line of bartender sayings. He was everything my kinky heart had ever desired, and my entire chest ached with trying to hold all of my emotions.

“I don’t know about that.” He finally went ahead and started the truck, heading back toward my condo. “I’m figuring stuff out, same as you. But you make me want to get it right, be a good Daddy for you.”

“Thank you,” I whispered, heart way too exposed and vulnerable. I needed a topic change before his sweetness overrode all my common sense. Better to get back to the sex talk. “Spanking is hot though, whether it’s punishment or play or whatever. Sometimes I watch it in porn.”

“Oh, I’m not disagreeing. It’s hot as hell. And spanking you would be playing, not punishing, but also me giving you what you need because you want it. And because it’s sexy and it turns both of us on.”

“Yes.” My breath sped up, coming in harsher pants, and he hadn’t even touched me yet. He let me stew a few minutes as he navigated from the lake neighborhood to my condo.

“You like that idea, huh?” He gave me a wicked smile as he parked in the space I was rapidly coming to think of as his. “You want to be my birthday spanking? Be a good boy for me and take it before I fuck you?”

“Yes. God. Yes.” I exhaled in a heady rush, more than ready to race to my bedroom, but Adam moved at a more meandering pace as we made our way to my door.

“Good. You go get ready.” He pointed at the stairs after I let us into the condo. “I know you like being prepared. I’ll chill with my phone.”

“Thank you, Daddy.” I stretched to give him a quick kiss. I was way more finicky about things like showers and personal prep for fucking than he was, so it was sweet, the way he always accommodated my preferences.

“My pleasure, baby.” He turned my fast kiss into something hotter and more lingering, sliding his tongue into my mouth and wrapping a possessive hand around the back of my neck. My lips tingled my whole shower, anticipation making even mundane tasks like soaping up that much sexier. And simply thinking about Adam’s mouth, the way he got into things like rimming, was enough to have me half-hard by the time I wrapped a towel around my waist and headed back into my bedroom.

Adam lounged on my bed in his boxers, playing some sort of game on his phone, but he set it aside and sat up as soon as he noticed me. “All clean, good boy?”

“Yes, Daddy. I like you in my bed, waiting for me.” Strangely shy, I went to stand next to the bed. I hadn’t bothered with my glasses because I figured they’d get in the way, with what we had planned, but not having them on added to how naked I felt.

“Come here.” Licking his lips, he unwrapped my towel and gave me a kiss on the stomach right above my cock. “You’re a damn tasty birthday present.”

“Thank you.” The brush of his beard made my stomach wobble, as did the sight of the lube bottle next to him. God, I wanted this.

“Over my lap,” he ordered. Blushing, I complied as a nervous laugh escaped my throat. I felt weirdly giddy, the rush of wanting something so much and so long and finally getting it mingling with the awkwardness of being so on display. Fabulous mind reader as always, Adam soothed me with a warm hand on my back. “I’m going to spank you because we both want it, okay?”

“Yes, Daddy.” I closed my eyes, trying to find the place on the other side of any embarrassment where this was hot and fun because Adam was my Daddy, and he made it safe to want this.

“Remember your words. I’m gonna push you a little because I think you need that, but you can say stop or red if it’s too much or you need to slow down.”

“Thank you, Daddy,” I whispered. He took such good care of me.

“Good boy.” He went from stroking my back to groping my ass, rubbing and squeezing. “Gonna warm you up first. I want you wearing my handprints when I fuck your ass.”

“Yes, Daddy.” I barely got the words out before his hand came down on my ass. Hard. The slap seemed to echo through the room, its loudness both crass and sexy, flesh on flesh. It hurt more than I’d thought, especially the second slap. I trusted Adam to stop if I said I’d misjudged the appeal of this act, but I kind of wanted to see what happened next.

Crack. My ability to think and analyze what we were doing was rapidly fading, replaced with only an existence from moment to moment, a heady awareness of him clogging all my senses. His woodsy scent, warm body, and flexing muscles combined to drown out any lingering embarrassment.

“Fuck. You are so sexy like this, boy. Ass up, taking it so good.”

I made a sound that was closer to a purr than a moan, his praise the best pharmaceutical ever. His hand landed again and again, each a little harder, each pushing me further away from my racing brain.

“Ow. Hurts,” I complained, voice sounding thready, my whole self reduced to being his boy, unable to hide behind my usual facade.

“I know, baby.” He stopped to rub my ass, spreading the burn around. “Be a good boy for me. A little more. You can do it.”

“Yeah.” I was breathless now. This was what I’d wanted, the freedom to whine and complain, all while knowing he’d push and make me take more. “Yeah.”

He landed a few more smacks on the meat of my ass before going lower where the skin was more tender and where each blow forced out a low moan from me. My cock throbbed against his thigh, and I instinctively started rocking with each spank.

“That’s it,” he encouraged. “Such a good boy.”

The praise rushed through me, a warm buzz all the way to my balls. My cock pulsed. The delicious friction of rubbing against him and the counterpoint of the pain coupled with the naughtiness of this position and this act had me way, way closer than I would have thought possible. Another smack and my whole body trembled.

“Stop.”

“Too much?” Adam immediately took his hands off me entirely.

“Too much.” My voice was still that whiny tone I barely recognized. “I might come.”

“Oh, is that all?” Voice a sexy-as-hell rumble, he returned his hand to my back, stroking and kneading my muscles. “Naughty boy humping my leg. Can’t have you coming yet.”

“Want to come with you in me,” I begged.

“Mmm. Yes, baby. Sometime I want to spank an orgasm out of you, keep going until you spurt all over my leg, dirty boy.”

“Daddy.” I gave a desperate whimper.

“But not tonight.” He tapped my burning skin. “Your ass is so pink. So pretty. You did so good for me.”

“Thank you, Daddy.” I let him guide me off his lap and onto the middle of the bed.

“You deserve a reward.” Kneeling next to me, he grabbed my favorite pillow, arranging me on my stomach, cock rubbing on the soft material. I moaned at the contact, more so when he moved behind me and his warm breath tickled my still-burning ass. “I wanna eat you up, but don’t you come. Not yet.”

“I won’t,” I promised, hoping I wasn’t lying. His enthusiasm for rimming and ass play of all kinds never failed to turn me on so much that my cock throbbed and leaked.

“Mmm. Perfect.” He pushed my knees farther up under me, spreading me wide, using his shoulders and bulk to create space. The tip of my cock dragged back and forth against the pillow as he attacked my rim. He licked and sucked, stopping every so often to squeeze my sore ass while murmuring filthy things. “Look at you. All hot and pink from my hand. So fucking sexy.”

“Daddy, please.” The steady drip of precome from my cock was making the pillow damp. Ignoring my pleas, he held me open for his devious tongue and brush of his beard against super-sensitive places. I whined in earnest now. “Fuck me.”

“That what you want? Tell me. Tell me like you told me on the phone.” His voice was darkly wicked.

“Daddy,” I protested weakly. It was one thing to say the words alone in the dark, into my phone, and another to do it right here while his tongue and slick thumb toyed with my ass.

“Tell me,” he ordered, sterner now. His thumb pushed, not much and not nearly enough, but the pressure had me keening.

“Want you. In me. Bare,” I pleaded.

“Mm-hmm.” Adam made a noncommittal noise like he was still deciding whether to give in. “Want Daddy to breed this ass?”

There it was. Our shared kink, in the open, about to happen. “Yes, Daddy. Want you to breed me.”

Once freed, the words came out surprisingly easily. It felt right, talking this dirty with him.

“Good boy.” The lube bottle made a loud snick as he opened it.

“Want you. No condom. Want your come.”

“Yeah, there’s my dirty boy.” He worked a finger into me. “So fucking tight. You’re going to feel so good.”

“Yes. Want it. Now.” Arching my back, I tried to take more, faster.

“So greedy. Gotta go slow so I don’t hurt my boy.” He added a second finger, deeper, stretching me as he pressed my prostate.

“Please.” His thick fingers combined with the brush of soft fabric against my dick was too much. I wanted to weep with frustration for how good his fingers felt and how helpless I was against my own rising pleasure. “Please.”

“I got you. Look at me.” He moved so I could see him slicking his bare cock, all shiny and slippery. I reached a finger out, but he batted it away. “Not now. You’re not the only one close.”

“Good.” I gave a throaty laugh.

“Hope you still say that when I fuck you hard.” Returning to behind me, he palmed my sore ass.

“Yes. Please, Daddy.”

“Good boy. Fuck, your ass is still pink. Sexiest fucking thing. And now you’re all open for me. Took my fingers so good.”

“Please. Do it,” I panted.

“Feel me?” he asked, cockhead slick against my stretched hole.

“Yeah, I do.” I breathed out in wonder. “Push it in. Please, Daddy.”

“You ask so nice, boy.” And then he did it, pushing in smoothly, a steady pressure even as my body reflexively clenched around him. “Let me in, baby.”

“Trying.” I was also trying not to come simply from the friction of my pillow and his heat against my hole. He pulled my hips, lessening my contact with the pillow but opening me more to him. “Yes, like that.”

He was deeper now, more pressure against my prostate, more heat and slick skin.

“Fuck,” he grunted, pushing the rest of the way in before retreating and sliding back in. “Feel that?”

“God. Yes. You feel so big. Hot. I can feel your cockhead more this way. Give it to me.”

“Yeah. Yeah.” His next thrust slammed in, powerful enough that my body shook. “Tell Daddy what you want.”

“Breed me.” The words came easier now, the closer I was. The sound of our labored breathing echoed through the room, underscoring how into this we both were. Each dirty word pushed me higher and higher.

“Gonna fill you up. You want that?” He tightened his grip on my hip, a tremble racing through him, one strong enough for me to feel deep inside too.

“Yes, Daddy.” Neither of us was going to last, and that was more than okay with me. I rocked harder into him. “Come in me.”

“I’m gonna. You first, baby. Hump your pillow.”

“Yes.” Practically sobbing with relief, I hunched my hips more, pressing my cock into the soft pillow. Heat started in my feet, calves tensing, then my thighs, balls lifting next. “Now. Now.”

“That’s it, baby. Come for Daddy. Let me fill you up.” His voice was rough and demanding.

“Please. Daddy.” I came on a near scream, all that pleasure releasing through my voice, my lungs, my cock, sticky and pulsing.

“Fuck. Here it comes,” he warned, pumping hard. I could feel him too, longer, firmer, throbbing then filling me like he promised. His shouts mingled with mine, and he thrust back and forth on the new slick warmth a few times, teasing the last shudders from both of us. And when he pulled back, I felt his come even more, leaking out, more than I’d expected, dirty and perfect.

He rained kisses down my back before his tongue was there. A single swipe. He’d talked about that part of the kink enough that I wasn’t surprised. He’d wanted to try it, and in that moment, I would have given him anything, even the lewdest of acts.

“Fuck. Fuck. I may never move again,” he said as he collapsed next to me.

“I can’t feel my legs,” I complained, unfolding myself and rolling away from the sticky pillow. Adam rubbed and massaged what he could reach of my thighs and butt, still so giving even though he was breathing as hard as I was. “Thank you, Daddy.”

“No, thank you. Best birthday ever.”

Linking hands with him, holding tight, I hoped he meant it, hoped that I gave him even a fraction of everything he brought to my life.