Page 11 of His Dad Will Do
I tighten my arm around him, drawing him closer, and kiss the top of his head. “I will never turn you away, Silas. And I’ll take care of you as long as you want.”
Forever, is what I mean. But it’s far too soon to even think about that. I don’t want to scare the boy, so I just kiss the top of his head again. “Now, go to sleep.”
He turns his head slightly and presses a soft kiss to my nipple. “Yes, Daddy.”
I fall asleep with him in my arms as if he were really my boy.
Seven
Silas
I wake slowly and little things gradually worm into my consciousness. A warm, hard body pressed against my back. Hot breath puffing against my ear and open-mouthed kisses at the nape of my neck. A hard cock nestled between my ass cheeks.
“You awake?” Logan’s arm snakes over me to pinch a nipple.
“I am now.” I squirm against his cock and I can feel it swelling even more. “Are you going to fuck me?”
Logan keeps playing with my nipples and my own morning wood is harder than it’s ever been.
“Have you done anal before?” Unspoken between us is the question With Lance? and it’s a good thing he’s behind me and can’t see my face.
I turn and bury it in the pillow anyway, for good measure, and my voice is muffled when I say, “Yeah, loads of times.”
Logan’s hand stills and his hips pull away so that his cock is no longer touching me. I squirm back to get close to him again, but he moves far enough away to turn me onto my back. He catches my chin in a firm grip and turns my face to his.
“Really?” His hair is mussed and there’s a pillow crease across his cheek. He’s the sexiest man I’ve ever seen and he’s looking at me with fatherly concern and fucking hell, the combination is so dirty and wrong. I can’t believe how hot it is.
“Silas.” It’s a warning if ever I’ve heard one and I can bullshit my way through a lot of things, but I don’t think I can lie to Logan. Or, I could try, but I’m pretty sure he’d know and then he’d be disappointed in me. And my heart turns over in this weird way at the thought of disappointing him.
“No,” I confess.
“Jesus, what did you and Lance do together?” The question kind of bursts out of him and he looks a little pissed, but I don’t think it’s at me. He closes his eyes for a second and slides his hand from my chin up my jaw, cradling my face. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked that. It’s none of my business.”
I shrug. “Mostly blow jobs and hand jobs.” I don’t know why I’m telling him this. It feels like a betrayal of Lance, telling his dad that our sex life didn’t satisfy me.
But then I remember that Lance actually betrayed me and that’s why I’m here, in his dad’s bed. I still haven’t gotten the revenge fuck I came here for and the vision in my head of me impaled on Logan’s cock makes my hole clench in desperate anticipation.
“Lance thought it was gross and never wanted to try it.”
Logan shakes his head. “He’s an idiot.”
I completely agree. But Logan doesn’t turn me onto my stomach and fuck me like I want. Instead, he smoothes my hair back from my forehead and bends to kiss my neck. He nudges his head under my ear and presses a line of open-mouthed kisses from my ear to the hollow between my collarbones. He fastens his mouth over one nipple and sucks hard, making me arch my chest into him, and plays with the other, tugging and twisting the ring until I’m panting and wriggling under him.
He switches mouth and fingers on my nipples and I am a freaking mess. I’m tossing my head on the pillow and jerking my hips up, seeking friction on my cock. He rolls on top of me to give it to me. My legs spread wide, then I wrap them about his hips, hooking my ankles together at his lower back.
Our cocks are lined up and his hips rock against mine. The slow slide of our dicks together, sandwiched between our bodies, drives me crazy. The rings piercing the underside of my dick shift each time his hips rock against me. Logan is still sucking and playing with my nipples and I’m going to come any second now. I whine out his name. “Logan, please.”
He stops everything. Stops rocking his hips, stops sucking and biting at my right nipple, stops twisting my left with his fingers. I tighten my legs around him to get him to keep going, but he’s an unmovable weight pressing me down.
I’m in agony.
He braces himself on his elbows and looks down at me. “What did you say?” The laugh lines on his face and the silver in his hair remind me.
“Daddy. Please. Fuck me. I want you inside me.”
“You’ll get me, baby boy,” he promises, but he doesn’t change position to do it. Asshole. “But you’ve never done it before and we need to take it slow.”
“I’ve fingered myself before.” I reach a hand down toward my ass, like I’m about to show him. “I can get three fingers in. I can take it.”
