Light Me Up

by Rebecca Rathe

It took about three minutes for Ian to call me "Daddy," and another thirty seconds to consider retracting my offer.

Even when he’s outside, or on a different floor of the house, I can sense his presence like an omnipresent tingling awareness that makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up.

"You really fucking like this, don't you? You like getting fucked in that big mouth of yours?" he asks gruffly. "Are you going to swallow my cum like the needy little slut you are?"

We both speak at the same time. "I'm straight." "I'm a top."

"How much do you trust me?" "Like out of ten?" "Sure." "Maybe a zero point five."

"You can taste if you want.” His hand tightens around the base of my cock, and he looks like he might run away. "Go ahead, Henry. Give it a little kiss."

I'd gulp mouthfuls of him if he'd let me suck him every day.

"Pretty like a girl," I mumble. "With your soft hair and long eyelashes and puffy lips. You're even hairless like a girl." "Did my dick taste like a girl?"

this is highlighting just how much older I am than this young, beautiful, sexy thing.

I glare at my own crotch, willing it to behave. It's the only part of me that seems to think it's in its twenties.

"Because there was nothing about them that made me feel like I'd prefer their company to my own. They didn't light me up in any way." "Maybe you should try to find someone that lights you up, then."

"Baby, I'm starving for your sweet cum."

Little did he know his dad had decided he'd like to sample my ass since he was eye level with it.

I'm always hard for him, like a prepubescent teenager. But he's always hard for me, too.

"I'm going to make it so good for you, Daddy."

"Your virgin ass is so tight."

"God, I love watching my fingers disappear inside your tight ass,"

"I hate to break it to you, Daddy. But you're a born bottom."

"That was⁠—" "The fucking hottest thing I've ever seen in my life," I finish for him.

"Baby, you just came once from my fingers in your ass alone, and then fucking erupted a second time when I milked your prostate."

It's everything I can do not to bend over and present myself at any given moment.

I would have never even considered sitting in front of another man, spread eagle, fingering my own asshole. Or begging a man over twenty years my junior to fit yet another finger inside me, because I crave the stretch.

I'm man enough to admit that I hated him because I wanted him, even if I didn't understand that at first.

Funny how much he likes my hair, even asking me to grow out the scruff on my face, when nearly every inch of him is waxed or shaved.

"I'm going to wash you, suck you, and stretch you until you're a quivering mess, begging for my cock to take your virgin ass."

"Fuck yourself on my fingers, Henry. Fill my mouth with your cum and then I'll fill your ass with my cock."

His gaze is zeroed in on my wet, gaping hole as I plunge my fingers in and out for him.

He starts to pull back, but I lock my ankles around his back and hold him to me. "Cum inside me, Ian." "Oh, fuck!" He cries out, and warmth floods me as his cock pulses.

"I knew you would be perfect," he says sleepily. He made it perfect.

"You're nothing but yourself, all the time, no matter what. I think that's commendable. Fuck anyone that doesn't like it." I smirk, but I'm not sure he can see it. "Oh, I did," I say pointedly.

"You better watch your mouth, young man, or I'll wash it out with my cock." "Ooh, yes Daddy."

"Fuck it," I say, surging forward. Henry meets me halfway, cupping both sides of my face and crashing our mouths together.

"I want you," he growls against my neck. "I need you."

"Fuck, I love everything about you. I can't stand this," I say, my emotions and my arousal overriding my better judgement. "God, me either. I don't want to let you go." He sounds anguished. "Ian, I need you inside me."

I flatten his chest against the table and grip onto those delectable love-handles to use as God intended. “God Fucking Damnit, I want to live inside this ass. You feel so good.”

"Nmmmmfffff. Oh God, Ian, right there. Harder, baby! Oh fuck, oh fuck⁠—"

"That's right, Daddy. You take it so good⁠—" And that's how Mike finds us.

I wonder how quickly I can get him into therapy. Not quick enough, probably.

"Dude. I know you've had the hots for my dad since⁠—" "No, Mike. I'm in love with him. I'm in love with Henry."

Michael turns to me. "Dad?" My eyes burn, and I shrug helplessly. "He lights me up."

Because I can't help it, I am irrevocably in love with his idiotic, sarcastic, insanely hot best friend.

"You love me," Ian says firmly, like he's trying to tell me something I don't already know. I roll my eyes. "Against my better judgement. Yeah."

"Yeah, man. The rooftop idea was a joke. You can't use that⁠—" "Thanks, man," he says with a chuckle. He's relaxed until I finish my sentence, and then beer comes shooting out of his nose. "Because that's how I'm going to propose to your dad."