Page 8 of The Step Dare

“Don’t mind if I do.” I take his cock to the back of my throat, Taylor arching toward me as I work my way up and down his thick erection. He tastes like pool water and salt, his dick hot, veins pulsing against my tongue.

I bob on him, Taylor mumbling a string of curses, his hand tangled in my hair as he says, “Fuck yes. Suck it,” in this commanding way I’ve learned he does during sex, when that’s not typically his MO.

When he’s buried deep in my throat, I flick my tongue against his balls just before I get a mouthful of cum. I pull back enough to swallow it down, sucking and taking all he has to give me, too busy draining his load to get to watch his expression the way I’d hoped. A moment later he goes limp against the mattress.

“Holy fuck, that was good.”

“A whole lot better than a six,” I joke, lying down beside him, Speedo still around my thighs.

“We should have started doing this earlier.”

“Let’s not focus on the past and just be glad we’re doing it now.”

“We should get up before our parents get back.” He sits up, swinging his legs over the side of the mattress.

“You don’t want them to see my cum all over you?”

“Small load,” he teases.

“Fuck you.” I tug off my Speedo, then go to the bathroom and grab a washcloth. I wipe myself off, pull my Speedo back up,then bring a second rag to him. Once we’re all cleaned up and dressed, I say, “Another drink on the deck?”

“Perfect.”

*

I push myhair back as it falls into my eyes. Dad’s got the bathroom door open as he shaves before dinner with Taylor and his mom, Nicole. It’s so good to see Dad out and enjoying himself. I don’t want to make it sound like he’s spent the last ten years hiding away, but he sure as shit never did something like randomly going on a cruise with me and my friend’s parent.

It was hard on both of us when we lost Mom. One minute she was sick with what we thought was a bad cold, and the next she was in the ICU with lung failure. It had nearly broken him when she died, and me too, but I’d been really worried about Dad for a while. He loved her so damn much, and we didn’t know what to do without her. There were weeks when he couldn’t even leave the house. Eventually, we started to heal, but we were never the same, and I’ve always wondered how happy he truly is. He would do anything for me, including hiding how he feels so as not to upset or worry me, but I’m hoping this trip is a sign that he’s going to start doing things for himself too.

“How was the singles thing? You meet anyone?”

He turns his back to me, grabbing a towel. “Nope, didn’t meet anyone. What did you and Taylor do?”

I don’t think he’d want to know what we did, and I’d rather not share that with him either. “Just hung out.” I pull on a different T-shirt. Dad’s wearing a fucking polo, so I’ll probably be underdressed, but that’s my style. “Did you at least talk to any new women? Or men. Sexuality can be a little more fluid these days.”

Dad laughs. He’s known I’m bisexual since my senior year in high school. I never had to worry about him not accepting my sexuality. We’re not that kind of family. It had been the same when Mom was around.

I rub a hand over my chest. Damn, I miss her.

“We should go. We don’t want to be late for dinner,” Dad says, changing the subject, clearly not ready to talk about moving on. Unless he’s done it on the down-low, my dad hasn’t gone on even one date since Mom died. I hate the idea of him being alone, especially now that I’m in college.

I run my fingers through my hair. “I’m ready.” Now probably isn’t the time to talk about it anyway.

We meet Taylor and Nicole outside the restaurant, Nicole welcoming us with a wide smile.

“Aw, did you miss your son’s much more charming best friend?” I tease her.

“You wish,” Taylor replies.

“I think you’re both charming.” Nicole hugs me. I met Taylor not long after losing Mom, so I’ve known Nicole for a long time too.

“Yeah, but you like me better.” I hook my arm through hers. Dad laughs while Taylor fake-coughs the wordssuck-up. “How was your day?” I ask her.

“Taylor…what are we going to do with this guy?” Dad says to my best friend.

“Your guess is as good as mine.”

The hostess leads us to our table. When we arrive, Dad and I reach for a chair to pull out for Nicole at the same time. I chuckle and let him do the honors. I’ve been kissing ass enough, so I reach for another chair and signal for Taylor to sit down—from kissing ass to being a smart-ass. That tracks.

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