Page 13 of Father Figure

“You wanna tell me what’s in your head? I can see it fucking with you.”

Hell could freeze over before I told him I was becoming obsessed with the idea of sucking Nicky’s little pink cock into my mouth and using my tongue to make him grow thick and hard.

“I need your mouth,” I rasped. He looked into my eyes in the mirror, reading the heat and the need in them. I grabbed a condom from the medicine cabinet.

“Let’s shower first,” he suggested, tugging me into the stall.

Sam peppered my back and shoulders with kisses as his soapy hands glided over my body. He soaped his cock and slid it between my cheeks, pushing through my crease to rub his shaft back and forth.

“Ungh,” he hissed in my ear, sending goosebumps over my heated skin. “Is this what you wanted?”

I just want to forget the outline of his cock through the thin, wet spandex.

I don’t want to think about what his cum tastes like.

“I need it hard and fast.”

Sam spun my hips around and dropped to his knees. He slipped my wet cock between his lips and sucked hard, making me cry out.

“Fuck, just like that.”

He pinned me with his dark gaze as his mouth worked my cock, and I dragged my fingers through his sooty curls. I pulled his head down, making him gag on the last two inches, and his eyes watered.

“Suck me dry.”

Sam popped off my dick and stood, spinning me again. I braced my hands against the tiled wall and widened my stance. He washed the soap from his cock and grabbed the bottle of lube over my shoulder. Reaching for the condom lying next to the bottle of shampoo, he tore it open and rolled it over his cock.

“I’d rather fuck you dry,” he growled, digging his fingers into my hips. Sam grabbed me roughly and pulled me back against him, slamming his cock deep inside with one thrust. No prep, no foreplay, nothing. Just how I wanted it.

My rim burned like my skin was on fire. His shaft dragged at my inner walls with way too much friction before the lube spread. I hung my head and embraced the pain, anticipating the coming pleasure. This was what I needed—to be punished for my thoughts. I deserved to hurt.

He increased the force of his thrusts and my whine of pleasure caught in my throat.

“Fuck, it hurts so good.”

His punishing rhythm and bruising grip felt like absolution and forgiveness. Although I hadn’t confessed to anything—not out loud, at least. I couldn’t. Not even to Sam. His breathing grew harsh and uneven from the exertion, from the thick steam, and he coaxed me to get there before he did.

“Come on, Cass. I need you to come. I’m al?—”

I fisted my cock furiously, my breaths becoming shallow and labored. The heat building in my gut spread like wildfire, and when Sam nailed my gland on his next thrust, I sprayed the wall like an exploding hydrant.

“Fuck!” I squeezed my nuts, enjoying the last of the pain before it was all over.

Sam buried himself balls deep and dug his blunt nails into my hips as he filled my ass. “Shit, Cass. What got into you?”

“Me?” I laughed. “That was all you, buddy.”

He washed us off and grabbed a towel for me. “I didn’t hook up this week. It’s been building up, I guess. Did you?”

“Hook up? With Nicky there? Are you kidding me?”

“So, you gonna go all summer without?”

“No, that’s what I’ve got you for,” I teased, slapping his ass. I popped a quick kiss to his lips, signaling that playtime was over and we were back to just being Sam and Cass, best buds. “You ready to turn in?”

“Hell yeah, I’m beat.”

As it turned out, he wasn’t ready to turn in. Sam wanted to talk.

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