Page 5 of His Dad Will Do
Logan is alternating between my nipples, licking, sucking, tugging at the rings, and I can vaguely hear my own voice letting out a stream of moans and curses. I don’t even know what I’m saying, but it’s definitely not stop.
I’m going to blow my load and I’m not even all the way naked. Logan isn’t even touching my dick. But there’s like a line of gunpowder from my nipples direct to my nuts and every nibble, tug, and flick of Logan’s tongue or teeth sets it on fire.
Then Logan bites down gently, just behind the ring at the base of a nipple and I can’t hold back anymore. My cock jerks and I think I shout something and I’m pressing Logan’s head to my chest and squirming on his lap and then I’m coming in my pants like when I was dry-humping Peter MacKenzie at a sleepover when I was fourteen.
Logan holds me through it and I’m quivering and shaking. He’s licking gently at the tip of one nipple, then the other, and back again. Until I slump against his chest in a boneless heap.
“Stay,” I hear in a quiet whisper against my ear.
“Mmmm?” I don’t have the energy to lift my head, which is resting on Logan’s shoulder. Logan’s arms are still around me and he’s stroking up and down my back.
“Stay the weekend. Let me make you come as many times as I can. How’s that for revenge?”
I muster up the strength to sit up and look at him. He’s still wearing his reading glasses, the lenses now smeared and smudged from the sweat currently drying on my skin. He looks serious. And…cautious, maybe.
Like he’s afraid I’ll say no, now that I’ve come and maybe I’m not thinking with my dick anymore.
I look over my shoulder at his laptop and the pile of papers he moved from the sofa to the kitchen island. “Don’t you have work to do this weekend?” Lance always said his dad is a workaholic and hardly ever takes weekends off.
He shrugs his shoulders. “Nothing that won’t keep. Just some research I was going to do, but I’ll have one of my associates do it next week.”
Logan represents high-profile clients in the entertainment industry. Broadway producers and Hollywood executives planning to film movies in New York City and people like that. The kind of people who also don’t take weekends off.
But if he was willing to put all that aside for me, then yeah. And if he can make me come so hard just from playing with my nipples, then I’ve got to know what it would be like to have him fuck me. Still…
“What if Lance comes to visit?”
Another shrug. “Why would he?”
Because Christmas is next week and Lance always goes to his dad’s house for Christmas. I drop my eyes to somewhere in the middle of his chest. His T-shirt is rumpled from where I was leaning against him and I tug it smooth. “Have you, um, talked to him? Since, I mean?”
Since the holiday party, I mean. Because I wasn’t the only one who caught Lance in the act. While I was standing in the doorway of that darkened office, trying to figure out if I was really seeing what I thought I was seeing, I heard Logan’s voice behind me. “Boys, I want to introduce you to…oh, Jesus, what the fuck?”
I don’t know what happened between Lance and his dad and whoever the fuck was blowing Lance at his dad’s law firm holiday party. I made a beeline straight to the open bar and downed two, maybe three, glasses of Jameson and ginger. After getting a good look at my face, the bartender the firm hired had the decency to go heavy on the Jameson and light on the ginger ale.
An older guy with sandy blond hair noticed me and asked if I was all right. I think I was about to tell him just how very fucking far from all right I was when Logan materialized at my elbow, my coat draped over his arm. “Sorry for the interruption, James, but I need to steal Silas away for a minute.”
James—whoever he was—raised an eyebrow at Logan, then nodded at me. “Take care, kid,” I think he said, but by then, I was completely trashed. Everything else until I was with Logan in the cab is a blur.
“No,” Logan says now. “I haven’t talked to Lance since the party.” There’s a beat of silence and I realize that I’ve been plucking at Logan’s T-shirt. “Do you want me to?”
I don’t want Logan to confront Lance for me, that’s for sure. Definitely not now, while I’m half-naked in his dad’s lap, who just promised to make me come all weekend.
On the other hand, the whole point of seducing Logan was to get revenge against Lance. And what kind of revenge would it be if he never finds out? Because now I’m picturing Lance walking into his dad’s house on Christmas Eve to find me snuggled up next to his dad in front of the tree and the look of shock on his face gives me a dangerously heady sense of delight.
But surely Logan won’t want Lance to know what he’s done with me.
Logan brings a hand in between us and circles my nipple with a broad finger. They’re super-sensitive now and I let out a totally undignified squeak. He chuckles and moves his hand down to the waistband of my jeans. The front is soaked with come and distinctly cold and clammy now.
He pops the first button and holy fuck, I’m getting hard again. It’s been, like, three minutes since the best orgasm I’ve had in a long time and my dick doesn’t think that’s enough.
“Come on, baby,” Logan whispers, and his fingers undo the second button of my fly. “You’re all wet and messy. Let me clean you up and take care of you.”
I let my eyes close and my shoulders relax as Logan finishes unbuttoning my fly. “Yes, Daddy,” I whisper. “I’ll stay.” Fuck Lance. He wanted a blow job from a random stranger. I’m going to get one from his dad. And more.
“Good boy,” he says. He kisses my cheek and a delicious curl of want grows in my chest and stomach. It’s so dirty, calling my ex-boyfriend’s father Daddy. And while I’m sitting in his lap covered in my own come, too.
But when he calls me a good boy, it’s not just my dick that responds. And that’s gonna be a problem, if I’m catching feelings for Lance’s dad.
