Page 39 of Father Figure

“Cass? My stomach feels funny, but I don’t feel sick anymore.”

Nervous excitement swirled in my gut, making me feel almost sick.

Nicky grasped my hand, moving it lower, and my hand felt like the planchette on a Ouija board, with the player in charge, subtly moving it where they wanted it to go.

“Nicky,” I warned—no, pleaded—because there was nothing I wanted more than to touch him, and there was also nothing I was more afraid of.

“It’s okay. Just touch me, please? I just need to feel your touch.”

How? How had Nicky morphed from a boy I loved and wanted to protect into a young man I desperately wanted to get my cock inside of?

I allowed him to take over, as if I was an innocent bystander in his seduction, an unwilling participant, until the moment he wrapped my fingers around his hot, hard shaft. That's when I snapped out of it and took over; the Daddy in me answering my boy’s needy call.

Nicky whimpered when I grasped him, letting me set my own pace. I just wanted to explore him for a minute. My head was going to explode from the excitement of touching him like this. I still couldn't comprehend this was really happening.

His dick wasn't long or thick, but it fit perfectly in my palm. His veins were engorged and popping out under my hand. I slid my fist over his crown and felt the sticky wetness seeping from his slit. Using it as a natural lubricant, I spread it over his spongy head and down his shaft. Nicky gasped, his breath sticking in his throat.

The heat from his body warmed my cock, and it was nearly impossible not to push against his ass, to bury myself in the cleft between his soft cheeks. I finally gave up the fight, fitting myself snugly against his body, and thrust my hips in sync with my hand. Nicky unraveled quickly, scissoring his legs with mine, moaning, gripping my hand tightly.

Never in my life had I’ve been this turned on before, not even when I was balls deep inside a tight ass. Nicky’s innocence and overabundance of lust drove me out of my fucking mind. He was so responsive, so genuine, and the way he craved my touch so badly—it was like living my wildest dream out loud. Not that I had ever dreamed of him like this, but now that I had him in my arms, with his cock in my hand, I would never stop dreaming about him.

“Faster, Cass.” I held out deliberately, just to hear him beg me again in that needy rasp. “Please, I need it.”

“What do you need, Nicky? Do you need to come?”

“Yessssssss,” he whined. “Please.” I jacked him faster, gripping him tighter, until he shimmied his hips, chasing my hand. “I’m gonna blow.”

What I wouldn’t give to taste it, to swallow his load down the back of my throat and learn his flavor. But he hadn’t asked for my mouth, and though he was so far gone that I doubted he would protest, I wanted to take this slow, at his pace.

If I could just get him to call me Daddy as he came, I would blow between his cheeks. I closed my eyes and imagined his voice saying the word, and felt the tight pressure roll through my stomach. I was going to lose it any second.

“Give it to me, Nicky. Give me your load.”

“Ungh.” His breathing became ragged and loud. “Oh my God, Cass! It’s…” Warm seed coated my hand, and I spread it down his shaft, pumping him through his orgasm. “I—C-Cass!”

“I know, baby, just breathe. Let the wave roll through your body.”

I continued to thrust my hips, and just as his body stilled, I painted his hole with my cum, growling his name in his ear.

Fuck, that was the highlight of my life—a second ago—and now what? What was I supposed to do now?

What if he cried? What if he told his dad I forced him? Or worse, what if he told me he hated me and never wanted to see me again?

“Cass?”

“Yeah?” My voice was just a harsh whisper in the dark.

“I’ve never come so hard in my life. You’re amazing.”

I chuckled quietly, fucking relieved beyond belief that he didn’t hate me, yet.

Nicky sighed dreamily and nestled his ass right up against my softening dick. “I love you, Cass,” he whispered.

One night. One summer. What if I wanted him for longer than that? What if I never wanted to give him up?

I already loved him. I'd loved him for ten years. It would be so easy to fall. All I'd have to do is give myself permission.

“I love you too, Nicky. Loving you is the best decision I've ever made, except maybe for this. This has to be the worst.”

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