Page 31 of His Dad Will Do
When I recover and open my eyes, there’s come smeared all over both of us. It’s drying in Logan’s chest hair and my hand is sticky. I peel myself away and settle back on my heels.
“Shower?” Logan suggests with that same tiny smile.
“Yeah,” I say.
Since we both just got off, the shower’s mostly about getting us clean. Logan washes me, though, and all I have to do is stand there and let him move me around. I almost get hard again when he washes my hair, because his fingers dig into my scalp like a deep-tissue massage.
And then he slides a soap-slick finger between my ass cheeks. That gets me hard, for sure, though I dunno if I can come again so soon. Logan scrubs around my hole and presses gently against it.
“You’ll wear the plug again this morning, and later, we’ll work up to you taking my cock.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I manage. Finally. I’ve been waiting what seems like forever for Logan to fuck me. My stomach erupts into butterflies at the thought that he’ll finally do it.
And then I remember what else he bought with the plug. “What about the cage?”
Logan grasps my dick and I can’t help thrusting in the soapy circle of his fingers. “How will you fit in that cage with an erection like this, boy?”
I thought I was sated, but if he keeps this up—fingering my hole while stroking me maddeningly slowly—I’m going to come again soon. “It’s your fault, Daddy,” I manage, my panting breath fogging up the shower stall.
Logan chuckles behind me and withdraws his hands. “You’re absolutely right, Silas.”
I look over my shoulder, but he’s already stepping out of the shower. “Hey! I didn’t mean you should stop.”
“It’s time for good boys to have breakfast. A proper breakfast.”
Logan dries himself off and holds a towel out for me. I grumble, but I make sure it’s under my breath so he pretends to ignore me. He dries me off and I try to think of things that aren’t sexy to get my dick to go down. Nothing works until I remember walking in on Lance getting face-fucked in a darkened office.
Yep, that’ll do it.
“Stay there,” Logan says. He disappears for a minute into his bedroom and I stare at myself in the mirror while I brush my teeth. You know what? I’m tired of thinking about Lance. I’m tired of comparing him to Logan. It’s inevitable, since Logan is Lance’s father and that’s the whole reason I came here in the first place—to get revenge on Lance by fucking his dad.
But it’s turning into more than that.
I think.
Ugh, it’s so confusing. Maybe I shouldn’t have started down this road in the first place. I probably should have given myself time to get over Lance. Maybe find someone new in a few months.
But then I see Logan coming up behind me in the mirror. He’s put on a pair of lounge pants but he’s still shirtless and he’s got the plug in one hand and a bottle of lube in the other, the cage hooked around a finger of the hand holding the plug.
I don’t want to find someone new in a few months. I don’t want to try to meet someone in a crowded club where the music’s too loud to even hear their name. I don’t want to sift through a bunch of randos on a dating app and waste time getting to know someone only to find out that we’re not compatible.
Logan and I already know each other. Okay, not in the biblical sense until this weekend, but I’ve always liked spending time with him. Just doing the jigsaw puzzle with him yesterday and talking about my musical during breakfast was almost as nice as the sex we’ve been having.
At least for me. I hope Logan enjoyed it too. It was his idea to spend the weekend together, after all. But that’s when it ends, right? I mean, he can’t really want to spend more time with a kid my age.
Can he?
“Step back a bit, baby.” I take a step back from the sink and Logan’s arms come around me from behind. His chest is warm against my back. He sets the plug on the edge of the sink and squirts a small dollop of lube on his fingers. He smears the lube over the head of my dick and gets everything tucked into the cage before I get too hard.
It’s a little like the aftermath of being spanked, without the heat and pain first. I can feel my mind settling. There’s nothing I need to do or worry about now, because Daddy’s in charge of everything now.
What I do, when I get hard, when I come.
If I get to come.
I sort of slump back against him and he strokes his hands up my stomach and chest and hugs me tight against him. “There. Look at my pretty boy now.”
I look at us in the mirror. My hair is wet and hanging in clumps around my face. My skin is still flushed from the shower we just took and I’m not wearing any eye makeup or lip gloss. I look incredibly young, especially compared to Logan’s silver hair and the handful of lines on his face.
