Becoming His Perfect Daddy: An MM Trans-Awakening Romance (Unlikely Daddies Book 1), page 20
This was huge, and I was sharing it with him. With Cameron. My Cameron.
He reached for the hem of my glittery top, inching it up slowly. I sucked in a breath as my black binder underneath was revealed. He pulled the shirt over my head, then his hands went to the bottom of my mid-length binder, his fingertips lightly brushing my flat stomach, as his eyes found mine. “You sure this is okay?”
I sucked in a breath then nodded, never breaking his gaze.
He nodded back, inhaling as he traced the edge of the half-length binder at my torso. I wished I could take it all off, bare myself to him, but my stomach tumbled at the thought of Cameron seeing me like that. Imperfect. Incomplete. Not myself.
“You okay?”
I choked back tears as I nodded. “Yes, I’m good. I want this with you. Even if I can’t . . .” I let my voice trail off.
He lifted his hand to hold my chin, his face serious. “Sam, listen to me. You are perfect. This is perfect. I don’t have any expectations around what this should look like. Tonight, we’re just us. Whatever that looks like is perfect.”
My breath caught as he held my gaze, and we just stared into each other’s eyes for a moment, his words hanging in the air between us. How could he possibly know all the right things to say? I knew he’d been through a transition himself, so of course he’d understand, but his gentleness, his tenderness in this moment was destroying me and putting me back together at the same time.
I swallowed down the lump in my throat as his fingertips trailed over my bare shoulders, down the inside of my right arm then my left. I watched him closely as he tracked his movements, his eyes trained on where his fingers grazed my naked skin.
My eyes blinked back to his at the same time his found mine. “Sam,” he breathed. “You’re beautiful.”
I squeezed my eyes shut for just a second before finding his blue ones again, darkened with lust but still visible in the light of the moon coming in the window. I whispered an enraptured “Yes” as I felt the tips of his fingers lightly stroke over my ribs again.
His words were soft, almost reverent. “Your skin feels so good, Sam. Fuck, you’re incredible.”
My eyes fluttered shut at the feel of his hands on me as they gently traced over the binder, headed toward my collarbone. Though I couldn’t feel much through the restrictive material, it was still a foreign feeling having someone touch me there after so long. I relished it. “God, Cameron . . .” I shook my head as I imagined a slight brush to my nipples when he passed over them, and my dick perked up. “That feels amazing.”
Cameron gently guided me to my back then resumed trailing his fingers over the top of my chest, back over the binder, across my torso, an infuriating, teasing brush over my nipples through the fabric. He caressed my collarbone, my shoulders, my neck.
Then he leaned down, and my breath caught.
Following the invisible path his fingers had explored, his lips retraced each step, pressing the softest of kisses against my sensitized skin. Then his tongue reached out to lick a stripe across the heated skin of my torso. I jolted—having someone pay my body attention like this was liberating. Cameron’s tongue was life-changing, and I couldn’t wait to feel it elsewhere.
He moved up my left arm, kissing and licking as he went, worshipping my body, then turned his focus to my collarbone and neck. I hummed quietly in my throat, not quite believing that I was actually here, in his dark bedroom, with the man I’d lusted after from afar. With the man I’d spent many nights with online. With the man I finally, finally, had in bed with me in person.
He kissed up my jaw, his lips scraping against my stubble. I shuddered. His gentle touches were undoing me. How could I stay whole after this? After knowing he could make me feel this way? After being worshipped like a god among men?
When his lips found mine, lust shot through me, and I couldn’t wait anymore. I fucking devoured his mouth, claiming it for my own. My tongue explored, taking, never giving up an inch of ground. I had to have him, own him, make him mine.
I leaned back against the pillow, staring into his eyes as I found his hands and guided them to my waist. “Take them off.”
The lust that flashed through his eyes had me growling. I hadn’t given him enough time to do anything, really, but still, he wasn’t moving fast enough. “Now, boy.”
Shaky fingers undid the button on my leather pants, and like I had with his, he fought to pull them down my legs. But this time, we weren’t giggling. By the time he tossed my pants on the floor, we were breathing so heavily I worried we both might hyperventilate. My binder was starting to feel too tight, too restrictive. I needed it off, but I didn’t know how I could stand it. I didn’t know how I could bare myself to him and withstand his rejection. I couldn’t handle that.
“Cameron,” I eked out, my voice breaking, and he gingerly sat back on his heels and gazed at me, his eyes hazy.
“Yes, Sam? Are you okay?”
My heart squeezed at how he still checked in with me, still made me feel like I wasn’t an imperfect mess of a man whose outside didn’t match his inside. And the way he was looking at me now, his eyes full of understanding and compassion . . . I’d never felt so adored or vulnerable in that moment.
I almost called it off. It was almost too much.
But this was Cameron, my boy, and I wanted to open up to him. I wanted to be myself, show myself to him. All the parts I kept hidden from everyone else.
Eyes trained on his, I sat up and reached for the hem of my binder.
“Sam, you don’t have to—”
“I know.” I slowly tugged the hem upward with both hands, revealing more skin, inch by inch. “I want to.” Then I pulled the binder over my head and tossed it aside.
His eyes held mine, and I stared right back, locked onto his gaze. Holding onto it like the lifeline it was.
This moment, the moment I’d shown Cameron the most vulnerable parts of me, would be etched in my mind forever. I sensed I’d barely remember my squeezing chest and rolling stomach—instead, the lust and adoration I saw in Cameron’s eyes would stay with me always, the look that told me this was right, this was us, this was our imperfect perfection. And it was beautiful.
I glanced pointedly down at my tight black boxer briefs before looking at his, still around his thighs. “Can we lose these?”
His eyes fell closed for a split second before he found my heated gaze again. “Oh, hell yes.”
He hopped off the bed, reaching for his underwear and pulling them off the rest of the way. I gasped at the sight of all of him bared to me—he was fucking beautiful. “Oh god, Cameron. You look . . . you’re perfect.”
I reached out to him, and he stepped closer to the bed to kneel on it with one leg and grasp my hand with the other. He pulled me up to sitting then tugged me to the edge of the bed, coaxing me to stand in front of him, mirroring our position from earlier, only opposite. He winced again when he sat down, and I supposed even the soft comforter on his bed was scratching against his raw flesh. I was happier about that than I probably should’ve been. I was a sadistic bastard sometimes.
He glanced up at me as he tucked his fingers into the waistband of my boxers. I held my breath, staving off the fear that threatened to choke me. I’d never been good enough for anyone to want to have sex with me, the real me. I’d never been wanted enough for anyone to take their time with me, make me feel good, make me come. I’d never—
I squeezed my eyes shut, forcing those thoughts out of my head. This was Cameron, and he desired me.
I hadn’t realized he’d stopped moving until my eyes found his again. “You okay, Sam?”
I swallowed once, choking down the unpleasant feelings those thoughts had elicited. Then I nodded. “I’m okay, Cameron. This is all just so new to me.”
His brow furrowed, and his hands fluttered as if he were about to move them. “Do you want to stop?”
I rested my hands over his, holding them in place. “God, no, please don’t stop. I want this, Cameron. It’s just a lifetime of . . .” I took a breath. “. . . of never being good enough for anyone, never being wanted enough to do this.”
His eyes welled with tears on my behalf, which had me fighting them as well. He leaned in slowly, kissing my bare stomach, the goodie trail I was so proud of, then over to each hip bone. When he was done, he pulled back and gazed up at me. “Sam, I want you so badly. Please trust me on this: There’s no one in this world I’d rather be here with.”
I nodded, a tear falling. I brushed it away, hoping he’d missed it, knowing he hadn’t. “Thank you, Cameron.” I lifted my hands off his. “Please, keep going.”
He sucked in a breath so subtly I would’ve missed it had I not been staring at him. Then he started tugging my shorts down.
Inch by inch, slowly and reverently, Cameron bared me to him. I’d never been embarrassed of what I had below the belt, though of course I wished I had something else. But this deep layer of intimacy—of being with someone who personally knew what I was going through, could empathize with what I was feeling—while being scary as hell, was fulfilling every longing I had ever had.
“Sam,” he breathed after I’d stepped out of my boxers. I glanced down at him, and he was gazing almost lovingly—how could he have so much love in his gaze already?—at my body. Maybe I should’ve thought it odd that a gay man was staring at me like that, like my still too-feminine body was good enough, but Cameron made me feel like no one ever had before.
Wanted. Utterly and completely. Just as I was.
I bent at the waist and planted a kiss on his lips, letting it deepen slightly before pulling away. I had to remind him who was in charge here, of course, through my actions. Because my next words didn’t exactly scream Dom. “I’m going to need you to lead a little bit here, at least at first, okay? I am embarrassingly inexperienced at all of this. I just want to make you feel good.”
Cameron held my face in his hands and pulled me in for another kiss before grinning at me. “And I want to make you feel good. Sounds like we’re in a good place already.”
I chuckled, and his eyes lit up like he loved the sound. “So . . . what first?”
Chapter twenty-one
Cameron
The juxtaposition of Sam’s dominance and uncertainty was turning me the fuck on. I couldn’t figure him out completely, and the challenge made me want to keep going, see where this would end up. Hopefully with both of us sated and lying in our own sweat and cum.
Before I could answer his question, he pushed me back on the bed, crawling on top of me. I scrambled up to the pillows again, and again he followed me. Then he leaned in for a kiss, and my eyes rolled back into my head.
Holy shit.
I could feel every inch of his skin against mine—the burn of his scruff against my jaw, the scratch of his chest hair along my skin, the feel of his hard t-dick rubbing against mine—and the scrape of the sheet against my abused ass. I moaned. “Sam, please, more.”
He pulled back to find my gaze. “More?”
I nodded. “Yes, please, more. Keep rubbing my dick. Get me off. Get us both off.”
Sam nodded back then rocked his hips into mine with greater intention, frotting into me. The sensation pulled a loud moan from both of us, spurring us to rock back into each other, creating an endless loop that was only going to end with both of us exploding. God, he felt incredible.
“Yes, Daddy, so good. Amazing, god, yes . . .” I started babbling, but I didn’t care. He was amazing at this, at lighting my body up, and he needed to know that. I couldn’t believe he’d been insecure about this. His skills had skills. Or maybe this was all natural talent. Either way, it felt fucking incredible.
“Cameron, baby, fuck . . .” His thrusts sped up slightly but enough that I knew he was getting close. I was right there with him.
“Yes, Sam, keep going. Shit, baby, I’m gonna come. Fuck! Can I come, Daddy? Please? Can I come for you?”
He growled, and I knew he absolutely loved that I’d asked for permission. “Boy, you will not come until I say so.”
Oh, shit. Guess I walked into that one. But I wasn’t complaining, even though his growly command set me on fire, having the opposite effect. I wanted to come so badly, I wasn’t sure how I was going to hold off. The burn in my ass was only intensifying my need to come.
“Please, Daddy, please! I’ll do anything you ask, anything . . . I just need to come.” I started sobbing in my attempt to hold it off, and though I couldn’t stop it, I knew it was serving me well. Because his hips picked up their pace, and I could’ve sworn I felt his dick pulsing, ready to release.
“Come for me now, boy,” he commanded, and instantly, my back arched and my dick jerked, throbbing as my orgasm coursed through me. In the same instant, his fingers wrapped around my hips and dug into my ass cheeks, making another wave hit. Similar to before, my second wave seemed to spur his on, and we got caught in a loop again. God, I wanted to stay like this forever.
Perhaps only from pure exhaustion and literal muscle failure, we eventually slowed our movements until he lay on top of me, our chests heaving in unison. I gazed up into his eyes, tucking away a stray hair that obscured my view.
“Fucking shit, Cameron. That was hot as hell.”
I grinned up at him. “Hell yeah, it was.” I squirmed beneath him, and he grunted when our sensitive dicks slid against each other again. I moaned at the sensation. I hadn’t seen him grab anything, so I assumed the lubricant making our dicks glide easily was from him, since I’d stopped producing a ton of it years ago. I loved knowing part of him was all over me.
He crawled off of me to lay at my side, pulling me close to him. I turned my back to him, letting him spoon me on top of the covers. A guy could get used to this shit.
I hummed my assent when he pulled me even closer, and he chuckled low in my ear. “This feels amazing.”
I grinned though he couldn’t see. “It does. Everything has felt amazing with you, Sam.”
He squeezed me even more tightly. “I feel the same, Cameron. This has been more than I’d hoped for.”
Was he getting choked up? I could’ve sworn I heard his voice break a little on that last sentence. I turned in his arms to find his eyes, ignoring my heated ass. “Really? What were you hoping for?”
He smiled sweetly at me, and I loved the way his eyes crinkled. “Actually, I hadn’t hoped at all. I’m still trying to wrap my brain around how someone like you would want someone like me.”
I turned completely in his arms, our bodies lined up again, skin to skin. “Listen good, Sam. I’m not above taking you over my knee if you need it. I mean, I much prefer it the other way, but if my Daddy needs reminding, I’m game.”
His eyes got wide before he chuckled. “I can’t decide if I’d like that or not.”
I smirked at him. “Something to try in the future, maybe.” Something pinched my ass then—how had his hand moved there without my knowing?—and I yelped. “Hey!”
Sam started laughing. “I like keeping you on your toes.”
I grinned. “I like it, too.” Then I hesitated, wondering if I wanted to say what had just popped into my head.
“What?”
I pursed my lips. “So . . . were you good with everything we did? I mean, I figured you’d be down for the Daddy shit, but what about the humiliation kink and the punishment role play? It can be different in person than online.”
“Oh, you were definitely getting punished—no role play involved.”
I laughed. “Okay. For the record, I’m good with that. But it was all good? It felt right?”
He nodded. “Absolutely. So fucking hot, Cameron, seriously.”
I sighed dramatically, clutching my chest. “Oh, good.”
He started laughing again, pulling me into his chest. I joined him because it felt so damn good to laugh, so damn good to be held by this perfect and beautiful man.
We just laid there as our laughter quieted. An indeterminate amount of time passed, and a blissful silence settled over us, over the room. I basked in every minute of it. I would be happy being held by Sam forever.
I’d almost drifted off when he spoke. “So . . .” he started, and I pulled away, just a little, so I could see his expression.
“So?”
“Okay, so don’t think this is weird or anything. But Alex—you know, the guy I led that yoga class with—convinced me to come out tonight to get laid. And he actually made me a fucking ‘care package’ to put in my car in case I got lucky.”
I smirked and sat up, gasping. “Well, I’d say you did.”
Sam sat up beside me, throwing his head back as he laughed. “The luckiest.”
When he didn’t say anything else, I blinked at him. “Uh, so do I get to see what’s in this care package?”
Sam jolted. “Oh! Sure.” His eyebrows danced before he pushed away from me, standing up. I mourned the loss, but seeing him walk over to where we’d thrown his pants across the room was worth it. His ass was incredible—I’d totally been right at the yoga studio. And the club.
“Second drawer,” I called out as he was buttoning his leather pants, and he whipped around to find my gaze.
I nodded toward the dresser that stood a foot away from him. “Grab a T-shirt from my second drawer.”
His face emanated gratitude as he slid open the drawer and slipped a large black T-shirt over his head, hiding the sexy muscles in his back that I was definitely licking later. Then he turned back to me with a sparkle in his eye. “Be right back.”
Falling back on the bed, I listened as Sam made his way back through my dark house and out to his car. I soon heard the car lock beep, felt the air change in my house as my front door opened and shut, and smelled the unmistakable scent of Sam swirling in my bedroom as he hurried inside. Then he dropped a shoebox-sized cloth case on the edge of the bed before stripping off his clothes.
I watched him undress quickly, salivating as he revealed every beautiful inch of his body. When he was finished, I blinked out of my lust-induced stupor then scooted over on my knees and reached for the zipper that bisected the top. He playfully swatted my hand away as he sunk to the mattress, fully naked now. “Nope, I get to reveal the goodies inside.”
