Page 49 of Father Figure

“Let go, baby boy. Let it go.”

Baby boy? Fuck, that did it. I painted his stomach in a hot rush of sticky cum. “I love you, Daddy.”

And then I froze, as stiff as a wet shirt left outside in an ice storm. Cass either didn’t hear me or pretended not to. He pulled me with him as he leaned back so that I straddled his waist. Resting my hands on his pecs, my thumbs brushed his nipples, and he gripped my hips, hard, urging me to ride him.

“That’s it, baby boy. Fuck yourself on my cock. Make me cum.”

The heat was burning in my gut, my dick was still rock hard. It bobbed as I bounced, and tiny pulses of cum arced from my slit, criss-crossing over his stomach.

His face was tight and focused, his gaze burning into mine as he took control of my hips, and with one last hard thrust, he buried himself to the hilt. I could feel him coming inside of me, could feel his dick twitch, and I collapsed over his chest. His lips landed in my hair, pressing kisses on my head, and I closed my eyes and breathed in the salty, humid air through my nose. When I released the breath through my mouth, I’d come to a decision.

I was in love with Cass, and I was going to make him mine at any cost.

CHAPTER TWENTY

Crossing the Gulf Stream was rough, but now we were skirting the east coast, and the waters had calmed down considerably. If only my thoughts would calm down. For the last three hours, I’d lain awake, staring up at the bottom of his bunk. I listened to his soft, even breathing and wished I were holding him in my arms as he slept. Or maybe he would be awake, and my hands would find their way inside his pants.

Gah! I can’t fucking stop. I can’t stop thinking about him.

The satin-smooth feel of his skin, the wild waves of his burnished hair tangled around my fingers, his slim, lithe body and slender legs wrapped around my waist—fuck, I’m hard again!

I had to get away from him, but sleep evaded me, even sprawled across the sunbed on deck, staring up at the pale golden moon and a sky littered with stars. Even the Atlantic breeze couldn’t cool my damp skin. The humidity tonight was stifling, and my skin was already flushed and heated from my body’s response to my thoughts. I wiped the sweat from my chest, and my hand continued to glide over my abs, down inside my briefs.

“If you’re gonna put on a show for me, at least take off your underwear, so I can get my money’s worth.”

Sam's deep voice startled me. The stern of the boat was pitch black, and I could barely make out his form.

My sharp crack of laughter drifted away on the wind. “I wasn't putting on a show. I just couldn't sleep.”

Sam sat down beside me on the sunbed. The clouds above shifted, revealing a crescent moon. The moonlight bathed his face and chest. Sam traced his finger down my damp chest, his voice a low rumble.

“You must have something on your mind. Something’s stirring your body so badly you can't sleep. I wonder what that could be.”

His finger dipped into my navel, and I shivered. His gaze fell on my hard cock, pushing against the cotton fabric. “I can't stop thinking about him.”

He traced his finger over the bulge in my underwear, pressing just hard enough to tease. “So, it's done then. Was it magical rainbows and unicorns?”

I rubbed over my nipple, squeezing my pec, and closed my eyes, remembering how gorgeous he looked spread out on the blanket, surrounded by candles flickering in the breeze, with his parted lips and shallow panting breath, tousled hair and perfect pink cock that dripped in anticipation of my mouth.

“It was for me. I just hope it was for him.”

“I'm sure it was,” Sam chuckled, his fingers skating over my balls. Involuntarily, they drew up tight. “So, you want to do it again? What's stopping you?”

“It was only supposed to be one night.”

“We both know that's bullshit. It was never going to be one night. I talked to Nicky, and I could tell he was already making plans, spinning it in his head.”

“That's the thing, though. He's so young and naïve. He's confusing sex and love.”

Sam tugged the band of my briefs down enough to expose my cock to the breeze. It stiffened even harder. Spitting in his hand, he grasped it in his calloused fist and jacked me slowly, not enough to relieve the ache, but just enough to keep me on edge.

“What about you? You're not young or naïve, and yet you're already confusing sex and love when it comes to him.”

“Why would you say that?” My defensive tone was a dead giveaway.

“Go ahead and deny it,” he dared me, rubbing his thumb over the wet head of my cock.

“I can't! Fuck,” I cried, dropping my head down on the cushion. “How did I get caught up in this?”

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