Page 45 of Hot Zone

“There you go, boy, make yourself come for me.”

A couple of tugs later, he cried out, and his body tensed. His channel clenched around my cock, tipping me over the edge with him.

I went to the bathroom, disposed of the condom, and got a warm rag to clean him up. When that was done, we scooted up the bed, and I wrapped my arms around him. He snuggled in and let out a contented sigh before his breath steadied, and he fell asleep.

Mars

I woke up the next morning, and the bed was empty. Samuel’s bed. Not Steven’s old bed. Last night had been everything I’d dreamed of—and more. The question was, would Samuel regret what happened?

I stood and stretched slowly, savoring the slight discomfort that was a reminder of the way Samuel had taken me the night before. I’d known we would be good together, but not that good.

I went down the hall to my room, pulled on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth before heading to the kitchen.

I found Samuel sitting at the table, like always. Any worries I had about him having regrets disappeared the moment he looked up at me and smiled.

“Good morning, Kitten.”

I smiled back and made a beeline for the coffee pot. But as I walked past his chair, he reached out, grabbed my wrist, and pulled me into his lap.

“How are you doing this morning?” he asked.

“I’m great.”

“I wasn’t too rough last night, then?”

“No, last night was perfect.”

“Good.” He smiled. “We didn’t really talk about boundaries or what we like and don’t like beforehand, so I just wanted to check in and make sure.”

“That’s really sweet of you, Samuel, but I promise, I loved every minute of it.”

“Okay.”

He put his hands on my waist and lifted me off his lap. Then he swatted me on the ass and said, “Get yourself a cup of coffee. I’ve got bagels, cream cheese, and smoked salmon for breakfast. How’s that sound?”

“It sounds divine.”

I joined him at the counter, and we worked together to get breakfast ready. It didn’t take long before we were seated backat the table, devouring it. About halfway through, Samuel took a deep breath and gave me a small smile.

“If we’re going to do this thing, I think we need to have a talk.”

I raised an eyebrow. “This thing?”

“Yeah, that didn’t sound the same out loud as it did in my head.”

“I bet not,” I said with a smirk.

He chuckled and shook his head. “Let me try again. If we’re going to make a relationship between the two of us work, I feel like we need to have a talk.”

“Okay, that sounds much better,” I said, nodding.

“Have you given any thought to what I told you about me being a Daddy?”

“I have. I talked it over a little with Mika, but I’m not a hundred percent sure why it would matter for me to call you Daddy.”

“Well, I guess the name—the honorific—isn’t the big thing.”

“But you’d like it if I called you Daddy?”