Page 4 of His Dad Will Do
I look over at him and he’s staring at me with wide eyes, his mouth open a little. “Put them on?” It’s a tentative request and his cheeks go pink after he says it.
He looks down at his feet, then past the kitchen where Lance’s bedroom and the guest room are. “I saw you wearing them one night. I’d come out for a glass of water and you were in here, working late or something. I don’t know why it’s so hot—you wearing reading glasses—but I stood in the hall for like, five full minutes, just watching you while you were reading.”
I remember that night. I’d been reading a series of court decisions, making notes about how they applied to my client’s case, when some movement just past the kitchen caught my eye. Silas hovering in the hall that leads to Lance’s bedroom, staring at me. His hair was rumpled—from sleep or having just fucked my son, not that the reason was any of my business—and he was wearing only a T-shirt and a pair of SAXX boxer briefs. The briefs had loud orange, blue, and pink stripes, and as he stood there, watching me, the pouch at the front slowly bulged.
Neither of us said anything until Silas finally muttered something that sounded like, “‘Night, Mr. Reynolds,” and I went to bed that night with a raging hard-on for my son’s boyfriend. It wasn’t the first or last time.
I slowly unfold my glasses and settle them on my face. Silas smiles. “You look like a proper Daddy now.”
I don’t need the glasses to see how hard he is. Tonight he’s wearing black jeans so tight they look painted on and the buttons of his fly strain to contain him. I move to the sofa and sit down. I have to spread my legs to make room for my own hard cock, but I ignore that for the moment.
To cool down, I take a sip of the Manhattan I’d made myself shortly before Silas knocked on my door. I hold the liquid in my mouth for a few breaths, letting the whiskey seep into my membranes. Liquid courage, I suppose.
“Come here, Silas.”
Silas comes toward the sofa and, instead of sitting on it next to me, he pulls the coffee table back and drops to his knees at my feet, resting his ass on his heels. He peeks into my cocktail glass and fishes the maraschino cherry out with his fingers, pops it in his mouth, and rolls it around ostentatiously, then draws his lips back to show the cherry between his teeth. He bites down and cherry juice drips down his lips and chin.
He kneels up, which puts him close enough that his chest is almost brushing my knees, and lifts his chin, offering his lips to me. I lick the sweet juice from his lips and chin and he moans. “I want you to come on my face and lick it up, just like that,” he says.
Oh, fuck yes, I will do that. First things first, though.
“Take your shirt off,” I tell him and he grabs the hem and whips it off. His chest is pale and hairless and his collar bones stand out starkly. His nipples are rosy pink and the rings are colored like a rainbow, with captive green balls. I take one in each hand and tug at them gently. His head tilts back and his nipples tighten.
“You like that?”
He’s panting now and swallows before answering. “Yeah.”
I tug a little harder. Silas moans. “Do you have any other piercings? Besides the tongue ring, I mean?”
He looks at me and his face is flushed. “You’ll have to get me naked and find out, won’t you?”
I flick my fingernails at his nipples so the rings bounce up and down. “Naughty boy. Come up here.”
He gets to his feet and I lean back against the sofa. I gesture to my lap and he straddles me, then goes to unbutton his jeans. I pull his hands away. “Not yet,” I say and drape his arms around my shoulders.
I stroke my hands down his sides and around his back. My hands nearly span the width of him and his skin is smooth silk stretched over lean muscles. I lift him up enough to get my mouth around one nipple and Silas tangles his fingers in my hair.
“Oh god, yeah,” he breathes, as I suck his nipple into my mouth and use my tongue to play with the ring. He’s writhing in my arms, his hard cock rubbing against my chest, and I’ve still got the other nipple to take care of.
When I take that one into my mouth, Silas’s squirming increases and his fingers are clenching and tugging at my hair. “Logan,” he says shakily. “I think I’m gonna…oh shit, don’t stop, but I could…”
I let go of his nipple and he whines. “Come like that?” I ask and catch one of the green beads in my teeth. “Has Lance ever made you come just from playing with your nipples?”
I shouldn’t ask that question, but I’ve always wondered about Silas and Lance’s sex life. All the times they’ve stayed overnight here—holidays and summer weekends so they could use the pool—and I’ve never once heard noises coming from their bedroom.
And yet, Silas is full of noises tonight. With me.
“Nooo,” Silas moans. “He doesn’t like his nipples played with, so he doesn’t think about playing with mine. And he doesn’t like the piercings. He thinks the rings are trashy. So, he doesn’t even touch them anymore.”
My son is an inconsiderate fool.
I lift Silas a bit higher and get my mouth back on his nipple. He’s twenty-two. If he comes now, he’ll be hard again in minutes. And this boy deserves a lover who makes him come as many times as possible.
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Silas
Oh my fucking god. I play with my own nipples when I masturbate and I love tugging on the rings—it’s why I got them pierced in the first place—but I’ve never come from just nipple play before.
