Page 20 of Father Figure

Once he got on the dance floor, I couldn’t get him off it. The way he moved his body, so sinuously, lost in the rhythm of the music, made it look as if he had found a new religion. The more he danced, the more he sweated, until he ripped his shirt off and tucked it into his back pocket. Beads of sweat rolled down his chest between his pecs, and he rubbed his hands over his skin as if he were spreading the moisture like lotion. The way he rolled his hips with his hands gliding over his moist skin… not gonna lie, had my dick hard.

I hated how he was on display for everyone to see, and that he was possibly making other men feel the way he was making me feel. Fucking hated it. Nicky was mine. He was… My boy. He belonged to me. His youth, his memories, they all belonged to me, and I’d be goddamned if I was going to let some man steal it from me.

You mean steal him from you?

A man older than me, most likely a tourist, guessing from his board shorts and light skin, offered Nicky a drink. Just as he was about to accept it, Sam smacked it out of his hand and physically inserted himself between the man and Nicky.

“Back off, Papa, he’s taken.”

I danced closer, leaning down near his ear to be heard over the music. “I told you not to drink anything people offer you.”

“I’m thirsty,” he shouted back.

“Then I’ll get you something.”

Moving to the bar, I ordered coconut water with a splash of rum and brought it back to Nicky. He downed it without taking a pause. That rum was gonna hit him hard in a moment.

“Can I have another one?”

Shit, he’d be buzzed in no time. He downed the second glass as quickly as the first. I could tell when the rum began to take effect because his dancing became more fluid… bolder. Nicky spun around and backed his ass up against me, grinding to the beat of the music. The way he gyrated his bubble butt, I was already hard, but now I ached.

Did he have any idea of the effect he had on me?

When I failed to engage, he reached back and grabbed my hands, placing them on his hips, so that I had no choice but to move with him. Next to us, Sam was dancing similarly with a younger guy, a local from the look of him, and I decided fuck it, when in Rome. Throwing caution to the wind, and all of my good sense, I moved with Nicky, enjoying the friction of his ass bumping against my hard cock. There was no way he didn’t feel it, and I had to wonder why he didn’t mind.

He pulled out all the stops, teasing his nipples, rubbing his hands up his neck and down his stomach, making me wish they were my hands touching him that way. God, I felt as if I were under a spell, some sort of voodoo Caribbean magic. I was sweltering, and it wasn’t just from the humidity. It was Nicky. I was burning up with desire and forbidden thoughts I couldn’t afford to entertain. I had to get the fuck out of here.

Untangling myself from his body, I went back to the bar and ordered coconut water with rum, downing it much like Nicky had in one continuous gulp. A younger guy, not as young as Nicky, but young enough, with dark hair and dark eyes that burned with heat, beckoned me with a crook of his finger. He turned, making his way deeper inside the caves, where it was darker, and like a dog in heat, I followed. We found a spot without too many witnesses, and he pushed me up against the rough stone wall, sliding my tank top up so he could taste my skin.

His soft lips sucked, nibbled, and licked at my salty skin, keeping my dick hard. His fingers toyed with the button on my shorts, and then the zipper, sliding them down over my hips. Another couple joined us, taking up residence against the opposite wall, and I realized it was Sam and the boy he was dancing with. The guy kneeling at my feet pulled my dick out and looked up at me. It wasn’t his eyes that I saw, it was the white puka shell necklace around his neck.

Just like Nicky’s.

Flashing like an apparition, I saw Nicky’s sweet face, his dark curls bent at my waist instead of this man. God, this wasn’t helping. Just before his lips worshiped my dick, I pushed his head away.

“I’m sorry, I can’t.”

If Sam was here with me, where was Nicky? In my haste to escape his thrall, I’d left him alone and vulnerable.

Frantically, I searched every corner of the club—the bar, the bathrooms, the dance floor. I found him in the last place I expected him to be, the fucking hot tub. Over my dead body. He’d lost all his clothes except that fucking tiny white Speedo I told him not to bring, and he was surrounded by too many admiring eyes.

He danced for them, like a fucking stripper paid to perform, and I saw nothing but red. Crimson red. I was so angry I could feel the heat rise to my face. Without a word, I bent over the bubbling pit of steamy water, grabbed him by the arm, and hauled his ass out.

“Cass,” he sputtered.

“Let’s go. We’re getting the fuck out of here right now.”

Nicky knew from years of experience not to fuck with me when I was angry. Not that I’d ever hurt him, but there would be stiff consequences if he disobeyed. At that moment, I was capable of anything; that’s how consumed with anger I was. I didn’t even think about his clothes as I dragged him from the club and down the beach as he tripped in the sand to keep up with me.

“Cass, slow down,” he cried.

“The sooner I get you out of here, the better. Keep up.”

He tripped again. “Cass!”

“Fuck this.” I scooped him up in my arms in a fireman's carry and continued down the beach in search of our boat. I marched right up to our dinghy and sat him down on his feet in the wet sand. He had tears in his eyes, and they pulled at my heart, but all I could see was that fucking bathing suit, invisible and obscene, showing off the outline of his semi-hard dick.

“Cass?”

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