Who’s Your Daddy (Secret santa daddy, season four)

Chapter 20

Enzo

My adorably happy boy wiggled his way down my body, waving his bottom around and giggling as he nestled himself between my legs. “ Gonna give Daddy kisses .”

He didn’t seem to realize he was singing to himself, but I wasn’t going to point it out. We’d finally moved into the we both knew he was littlish phase, and I wasn’t going to do anything to knock him out of his happy headspace.

Someone had obviously told him that there were right and wrong ways to be little, but that was bullshit.

“ Gonna give Daddy kisses because I’m his cute little cocksucker .” His song was getting more and more interesting as he kept going, but I wasn’t worried since his plan would keep his mouth busy very soon.

Keeping my laughter in check was getting harder and harder, though.

But he paused his masterpiece as he reached my lap and nuzzled his face against my bulge. “Daddy needs softer pants…or no pants.”

Giggling again, he lifted his head just enough to start working on my pants and I was glad I’d given in and worn ones that were as easy off as his. But he still needed some help, so I lifted my ass off the bed and got more laughter from Terrence as he tugged my pants down.

“Good helper, Daddy.” He patted my thigh as he wiggled lower, taking my pants with him. “Thank you.”

“Thank you.” As my brain stumbled over not telling him you’re welcome as well, he distracted me by tugging on the waistband of my briefs. “There you go.”

As my ass went up again, he snickered and stripped me down. “All free.”

That was definitely his goal based on how gleeful his expression was, but it quickly went to wicked and hungry as he plopped back down between my legs. “Like an ice cream cone.”

Not from the way I could see it, but it got more giggles from Terrence as he licked the head of my dick and all I could do was moan. “ Happy, happy ice cream is gonna give me cream .”

Little Terrence had a wicked sense of humor and he snickered as he went back to licking me like an ice cream cone, teasing the tip and going around the head like his treat was dripping. It had me bouncing between wanting to laugh and wanting to moan, but the moans won every time he looked up at me and grinned.

He was pleased as fuck to be driving me crazy and that just made it even more erotic.

Especially when he wrapped his sexy cocksucking lips around my dick and took about half of it in one go. Every muscle tightened as I fought my first instinct to fuck his mouth and his sexy giggle said he knew it too. “You’re so fucking sexy, baby.”

His bottom wagged back and forth in a happy pup kind of way, but the rest of him was sexy and wicked as he took my dick deep in his mouth again. Every desperate sound I made got hums and pleased noises as his body wiggled.

I’d never seen anything sexier and it just pushed me closer and closer to the edge.

Every hum vibrated right through my dick and every smile went right to my heart. I wasn’t sure if Terrence could read how much he meant to me, but his delight was easy to read. My happy boy was thoroughly enjoying playing with his Daddy and watching that was even more erotic than everything his sexy lips and tongue were doing to me.

But my happy cutie deserved all the silly dirty talk he wanted, so as he swallowed around the head of my dick, I moaned and stroked his head. “Fuck. Such a good cocksucker for Daddy.”

Oh, that got more happy tushy wags and a wicked giggle.

Sexy as fuck.

“Yes, Daddy’s good cocksucker. You’re going to…I’m going to…” God. He was so cute.

And so mischievous.

He pulled off just long enough to take a deep breath and then took every inch in one smooth and sexy as fuck motion. I knew what he wanted, so I stopped holding back and let him pull my orgasm from me.

He was the sexiest sub I’d ever seen as he swallowed every drop of my cum, but he was also the cutest little I’d ever seen as he finally released my softening cock, giggling as he threw himself at me. “I’m the best cocksucker, Daddy. And I’m all yours.”

Finally laughing, I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him back into my chest as I stretched us both out on the bed again. “You are the best cocksucker and you’re definitely all mine. I’m never going to let you forget that either.”

“Never.” His kiss was enthusiastic and filled with laughter as he rested his forehead against mine. “You kissed your cream, Daddy.”

He thought that was funny too.

“Daddy makes the best cream. What can I say?” My ridiculous response got more giggles from him, and I could almost see the last big parts he’d been desperately clinging to fading away right in front of my eyes. “Daddy also reads the best books. Should we get cleaned up and cuddle?”

“Yes.” His eyes went wide and he smiled like that was the best idea he’d ever seen. “I like books. And snuggling, Daddy.”

“Then let’s get your jammies on and we’ll play.” Stealing one last cheek kiss as he nearly killed me scrambling off the bed, my grunt got another adorable sound from Terrence.

“Silly Daddy. Hurry. It’s book time.” Terrence had clearly gotten a second wind from his orgasm and nap, and it looked like now he was ready to play and forget all about grown-up things like grabby-ass uncles and relatives with no common sense whatsoever.

“I’ll hurry.” But we were both dirty and I was still wearing half my clothes. “I need to get clean first. I’m sticky.”

“Sticky.” He snickered, bouncing on his knees at the end of the bed. “You can get me clean and read me a book, Daddy.”

“Thank you.” My dry response had him cracking up as he flopped over on the bed. “Silly goose.”

“Silly Daddy.” Repeating my own phrase back at me was clearly hilarious too because he was racked by the giggles as he rolled over onto his back. “Silly goose.”

He was going to crash once he got through his second wind…so with that in mind, I decided to get us all cleaned up for bed first…just in case. “Yes, you’re the silly goose.”

As he laughed, I climbed off the end of the bed and wrapped my arms around my giggly boy. “My sticky goose.”

That didn’t help him get himself under control, but that hadn’t been my goal, so I just tried not to laugh along with him.

Two of us doing nothing but rolling around with laughter would just leave him sticky and with no books being read.

“Upsy-daisy.” Scooping him up, I walked him into the bathroom before setting him down by the sink. “A sticky daisy.”

He was somehow covered in enough cum to have been from both of us and looked like he’d been flooded by some kind of monster from one of Leander’s books.

We’d heard about the monsters too…but we’d all had to do some research on that.

But human cum was easy enough to clean up, so all it took to get him fixed up was warm water and a washcloth since he didn’t seem to be thinking about another shower. “All clean.”

Teeth came next, but that went quickly because he wanted books more than he wanted to distract me.

“Now jammies?” His uncontrollable giggles had finally faded and he was slipping into a snuggly headspace that said bedtime wouldn’t be far behind.

“Now potty then jammies.” Just in case he fell asleep faster than I expected.

And when all he did was nod and turn to walk towards the toilet, I knew it’d been a good call.

“Now jammies and then we should pick out a stuffed animal to snuggle with.” Leading him back into the bedroom and over to his clothes, I kissed his head. “Which one do you think would like to read with us?”

Thinking was hard and he was fully dressed again before he’d decided that his construction bear should be the one to hang out with us. “He might get lonely.”

Sounded like reasonable logic to me, so I nodded. “I think that’s a good plan. Do you need any water while we’re getting him?”

That took more thought and a frown as we made our way to the living room. “Do you have a sippy cup? A bottle? A straw?”

Oh.

“We need to make a list of things to keep at this house.” I’d forgotten the right cups. “I don’t have a sippy cup or bottle, but I’ve got a twirly straw that goes round and round and a fun cup from McDonald’s.”

And I was back to being a great Daddy.

“Good straws, Daddy?” Tugging on my hand, he raced us through the living room and grabbed the bear before rushing us toward the kitchen. “Big kitchen, Daddy.”

He paused, taking in the space. “My straw?”

Yes, there was no point in going through every drawer to find his new straw.

“I’ll show you.” Leading him over to the other side of the kitchen, I opened up my random shit drawer. It wasn’t the junk drawer, but it did have a ridiculous amount of random things like twirly straws and silly-looking plastic silverware. “This is where we’re going to put fun straws for you and then we’ll reorganize this cabinet for cups and plates and important things like that.”

“Mine.” Nodding, he rested his head on my shoulder. “My baking?”

Yes, we couldn’t forget that either. “I’m going to make some space in the pantry for all your baking supplies.”

Picking out his cup and straw, I took him over to the fridge to get water for him. “You need pans and sprinkles and cookie cutters. Oh, and icing for cupcakes.”

That got another giggle from him, but it was softer that time. “Cookies and cupcakes.”

“They’re the best.” I shrugged as I brought the straw up to his lips. “You make very good cookies and cupcakes, and oh, don’t forget the banana bread.”

“No nuts. No raisins.” He’d have laughed but the straw was too tempting and distracted him. By the time he finished his water, his brain had shifted gears again and he was back to relaxed and snuggly. “Good Daddy.”

“Thank you.” Kissing his head, I set the cup down and wrapped him in my arms. “Let’s go snuggle.”

Because books and snuggles were the best way to end the day.

****

Quiet nights seemed to be followed by chaotic mornings because I woke up to Terrence staring down at me from where he was sitting on my stomach. “I wasn’t nosy or naughty. I didn’t look. But you have to or I might explode.”

He was being very earnest and very honest, but the only problem was that I had no idea what he was talking about.

“Thank you for doing such a wonderful job at being good. I know that’s hard.” Especially when he wanted to be nosy about something. “The fact that you have more self-control than my family means a lot.”

On a variety of levels.

“I was good. I was going to be quiet until you woke up but they were naughty.” Terrence seemed to think that answered a lot of questions. “But now you’re awake.”

Because he was sitting on me.

“I promise to stay awake and fix the situation.” Whatever it was. “But you’re sitting on my bladder. One second.”

He grumbled when I lifted him off my stomach and hopped off the bed, but he’d mostly stopped griping about being good by the time I got back and into position again. “There we go. Now we can start again.”

Terrence climbed back into place and looked like he was ready to start lecturing me all over again, but he froze when we both heard a sound.

Wait.

My phone.

The text message beep had me turning toward the nightstand and it got a sigh from Terrence. “I didn’t touch it.”

The phone.

He hadn’t touched the phone.

Okay, some of the blanks were starting to get filled in.

“My family is texting at this hour? Someone better be dead or in jail.” I probably shouldn’t have said that considering how old some of my relatives were and how stupid the rest were, but it just popped out because it was fucking early.

“I’ll make you breakfast cupcakes if you tell me what it says.” Terrence was vibrating with desperate excitement. “I saw Sergio’s name pop up and then Carlo and then I realized I shouldn’t look. So I didn’t. I just waited and waited.”

He’d clearly done too much waiting because I couldn’t decide if he was big and slightly nuts or little and overly excited.

“Next time you can wake me up for something like this.” Anything like this. “If I don’t hear the phone or if you’re worried about something are both valid reasons to wake me up.”

“Okay. Good.” Letting out a breath that deflated his whole body, Terrence looked relieved. “I didn’t know the rules, Daddy.”

Okay, he looked relieved for about five seconds.

“The phone, Daddy.”

The damned thing was worse than the doorbell.

“Okay, you reach for it and we’ll see what’s going on.” Terrence nearly flew off the bed to grab the phone and had it in his hot little hands before I’d even finished the sentence.

“Here you go, Daddy. Here.” His level of excitement had me wondering if he’d been up half the night drinking coffee.

With the way he sleepwalked, it wouldn’t have surprised me.

“Take a deep breath for me, baby. Why are you so worked up?” Nervous? Excited?

He was something all right, but whatever it was couldn’t be good for him.

“What if they didn’t like me?” The words rushed out in one desperate breath. “Carlo and Sergio might be warning you that you have to run because they’re coming for us.”

Was he actually awake?

“Did you have scary dreams last night?” His wide-eyed nod said I was going to have to start listening for him better. “Take another deep breath, baby.”

Before I could tell him that he had to explain his dream, it all came rambling out. “You were the beast and then I was the beast and the townspeople were coming to get you…me…us before we’d had sex, Daddy. It was terrible.”

His imagination was entirely too vivid.

“Those were the townspeople. My family is like that stupid father of Belle’s. He’s got a crush on the beast too and he just didn’t know what to do about it. He likes the beast. So there’s nothing to worry about.” My explanation was stupid but it had Terrence deflating again.

“I forgot. That’s right.” Taking another deep breath and letting it out, Terrence seemed like he’d started to tune back into reality. “They had pitchforks and fire. It was scary.”

Next time my family wanted to terrorize us, I was going to tell them no.

“I bet.” I tried to set the phone down to give him a hug, but Terrence glared at me. “Never mind. Let’s see what’s going on.”

Before he went rabid from being chased by pitchforks.

Caffeine seemed like it would be bad to add to the mix of emotions running through him, so as I finally pulled up my messages, I made a mental note that he got milk for breakfast.

“For fuck’s sake.”

My family was ridiculous.