Cal (A Little Christmas Season Three)

13. Cal

Chapter 13

Cal

I went home long enough to pack another overnight bag, this time with clothes for work the next day, and went straight back to Simon’s house. Although I didn’t feel upset anymore, I did feel like something was still missing from our status upgrade, and I felt that Simon was aware of it too.

After a late lunch, I got up from my chair and straddled Simon in his. My cock was hard as I pressed it into his belly.

Simon’s big hands closed around my ass, holding me in place as he tilted his pelvis up and pushed his hard cock against my skin. “Well, hello there.”

I grinned. “I think we need to do one more thing before we’re officially, officially boyfriends.” I curled my fingers into his shoulders and frotted against him.

“Is that right?” His hands slid farther back, meeting in the center of my ass and teasing my crack. “And what’s that?”

I kissed his lips until we both needed to take a breath and then pressed my forehead to his. “Make love to me, Daddy.”

“Fuck, sweetheart.” He stood up, holding me in his arms as my legs closed around his back. “You know it would be my pleasure.”

My lips didn’t leave his face, skating across his scratchy beard and up to his ear until he lowered me onto my feet. I just stood still as Simon undressed me, pulling my shirt off first and then relieving me of my pants and boxers. I toed off my socks and watched as Daddy yanked off all his clothes too.

He disappeared into the bathroom then came back with a new box of condoms, a tube of lube, and a towel. Everything we needed…and more. Definitely more.

“Daddy?” I reached for the box and looked at it. “I got tested last month when I moved here, and I haven’t been with anyone in almost a year.”

He looked at me with that stern expression that I was coming to recognize as his thinking face. “I haven’t been with anyone since my last test either. And I’m on PrEP.”

“Me too.” I tapped the box to my chin and looked at him. “Can we skip these?”

Simon stepped closer and held the back of my neck with his big hand. “If that’s what you want, sweetheart. I’m comfortable with that. I’ve never gone raw with anyone before and never wanted to.” He kissed me softly then looked me in the eyes again. “But I want to with you.”

“Me too, Daddy. Never before.” I swallowed hard and dragged my finger down his sternum. “Only with you.”

After that, things went from slow and deliberate to fast and desperate.

I flopped back on the bed and lifted my legs to make it clear exactly where I needed Simon’s attention. He grabbed the lube and coated his fingers before kneeling on the mattress and taking me into his mouth. I loved having his warm mouth around my cock, but when his thick fingers teased and my opening and then pressed through, I thought I’d come before we even got started.

Simon kept my focus on my dick as he gently worked my ass open, making sure I was loose and supple before he kissed up my chest and found my lips. I was anxious to kiss him, but that was because I always wanted my mouth on Simon in some way. Whether it was his lips, his thumb, his nipple, or his dick, I just needed a part of him in my mouth in order to feel close to him.

And as his hard cock slid into me, filling me fuller than I’d ever been before, I said the words again. The words that meant even more than when I’d said them a few hours earlier. The words I knew would continue to mean more to me with each utterance. “I love you.”

Simon pressed fully into me and dropped his head next to mine. “Fuck, baby. I love you too.”

After a moment of just holding still, he pulled out and pushed back in, setting a slow and steady rhythm as he proved that love through his movements. Every stroke, every brush of his chest over mine drove me closer to the release I’d been needing. Not just an orgasm but a true release of myself to Simon, giving him my whole body the way he had already given me all of his.

Before long, we were both breathless. Quicking chasing the pinnacle of pleasure that was just seconds away. And when I finally dug my heels into his ass and held him all the way inside me, my whole world made sense. I was home. Simon was my home. My Daddy. My everything.

At the same time that Simon groaned and pushed me deeper into the mattress, I came between our bodies without touching my dick. The warm flesh of our bellies created enough friction to get me there and display my offering to Daddy.

My thick cream coated our skin, making us slippery as Simon pulled out of me and laughed. “I may need to get you some of that drywear too.”

My fingers trailed between our bodies, sopping up the liquid and taking it to his lips. I spread the cream over his lips then stuck my fingers in his mouth.

Simon sucked them clean and I could feel his dick getting hard again against my thigh before he slid lower down my body. “Better yet, let Daddy get you cleaned up.”

Having Simon as my boyfriend was amazing. He wasn’t like any other boyfriend I’d ever had. He always checked in to make sure I had what I needed, and he let me make decisions if I wanted to. And when I didn’t want to decide on something, he immediately took over and kept things easy. I didn’t know that was what relationships could be like.

Even though we worked together at the mall most days, I still felt physical pain when I had to leave him and go back to my own place. Work and planning the boutique took up a lot of my time when I wasn’t with Simon, but the second he was in my line of vision, my whole world narrowed down and he was at the center.

His smiles. His laughter. His hand on mine when we walked. It was such a great and overwhelming feeling. And when my mom tried to make me feel guilty that I wasn’t coming home for Christmas, I just told her that I was spending the time with my boyfriend and that shut her right up.

My family knew I was gay, but I’d never let a man come before them in the past. The fact that I was putting Simon first was as much of a clue to her as it was to me that this was real. Simon and I were not just a fling or a good time. He was my Daddy, and I was his sweet boy. And that’s what we had both been waiting for. Each other.

The boutique went well, and all my friends at work gushed over the sexy Santa. And I didn’t even feel jealous. I trusted that Simon loved me the most and no one else could bring him the kind of happiness that he got from me. And I knew that to be true because it was the same on my side. When a single parent tried to flirt with me at the mall, I politely played along to get them through the line and out of the shop, but they were all forgotten before they even received their photo.

Because Simon was the only one for me. The only person who could hold my attention just by being present. Could command my obedience with just a glance. And could make me feel loved more than the stars and moon with just a simple touch.

When Christmas Eve finally rolled around, we were basically living together. It wasn’t official, but I barely left his home, and if I didn’t fall asleep latched on to Simon, I couldn’t get a good night’s rest at all. I needed my Daddy, and he needed me too.

I will admit to shedding a tear or two when I saw my family all gathered together for dinner when we video called them, but I had no regrets. Being with Simon was my priority, and I wasn’t quite ready to share him with everyone else. For once, he was all mine and I was his one and only focus. It felt amazing. My parents loved him, and my siblings all teased us as expected. But by the time we disconnected the call, I knew they loved me and were happy that I’d found my way.

My way to the man I needed more than anyone.

On Christmas morning, I woke up sucking on Simon, instinctively drinking from him whenever I was conscious and within lip reach of a nipple. My dependence on his milk was growing, but now that he didn’t have to pump, I was helping him as much as serving my own needs for closeness and bonding.

Simon carded his fingers through my hair then kissed my forehead. “You ready for presents, sweetheart?”

My eyes popped open, suddenly remembering it was present time. “Yes! Always!”

Simon laughed as I pressed a sloppy kiss to his cheek and then slid out of bed.

I was naked from all our lovemaking, so I put on my Christmas footie pajamas and raced to the living room. Simon was slower to get dressed but arrived just as I plopped down in front of the small pile of gifts under the tree. “Here, you go first.” I pushed a small box toward him and wrapped my arms around my legs to watch him.

“Me first?” He seemed surprised as he lowered to the floor beside me. “I figured you’d want to go first.”

“With the giving part, yes. I want to give you your present first. Please, Daddy.” I batted my lashes, knowing he couldn’t argue with those.

Simon swallowed hard and tugged on the ribbon. Then he removed the lid and looked inside. “You made this?” It was a simple friendship bracelet that I made at work during one of our crafting classes. It was mostly white with a single red and a single green strand of thread woven in. “I love it.”

“It’s a reminder of how we met. Our winter wonderland with Santa and his elf finding love.” I shrugged, hoping I wasn’t being too sappy. “You don’t have to wear it.”

“Of course I’m gonna wear it!” He held out his left arm and allowed me to tie to his wrist. “Thank you, baby.”

I leaned forward and kissed him. “Okay, now your turn.”

“My turn to give you a gift?” He grinned at me.

“Exactly. Your turn.”

There were several gifts for me under the tree, but he looked around and picked up one in the back. “How about this one?” It was a small square box, four inches by four inches, and simply taped closed on the sides.

I could almost sense the significance of the gift as I carefully opened it. There was a wooden trunk inside, painted red with candy canes on the lid and my name painted in the center. “You made a box for me? It’s so cute!” I pulled it out and looked closely at the detail, impressed at how precise the lines and tiny nails were. He really was a master at his craft. “I love it.”

“Open it up.” He pointed to the latch in the front. “The real gift is inside.”

My heart started to speed up as I slowly opened the lid. There was a single key inside, and I knew exactly what it was for. “A key to your house?”

“Our house, I hope.” Daddy lifted me onto his lap and wrapped his arms around me. “Officially our home.”

I put the box on the floor and kissed him soundly. “Thank you, Daddy. Now I never have to leave again.”