Page 20 of His Stepdad Wears Leather

“Damn,”his daddy groaned. His hands sought Noah’s hips. “You feelso goodgripping my cock, baby.”

“I bet you say that to all the boys,” Noah whispered with a smile.

His daddy chuckled before pressing kisses to the insides of Noah’s knees. “Nahhh.”

“Tell me something you’veneversaid to anyone else.”

The man paused in his thrusting, deep inside Noah’s body. His smiled faded, his face turning serious. “A man like me doesn’t have many firsts left. Not anymore. I have to get my kicks seeing someone else’s.”

“Well, this is my first time being fucked in the back of a bar,” Noah whispered. “So you’d better make it one hell of a first.”

The man grinned. “Have I let you down thus far?”

“Absolutely not,” Noah murmured, trailing his fingers over the man’s chest. “Though we’re not done yet.”

The man chuckled. “No… we’redefinitelynot.” He slid his hands up Noah’s chest and grabbed both shoulders. “Nowhere near done.”

He rocked his hips roughly, earning a whimper from Noah.

“Do you like it rough, Chris?”

Chris? Oh shit…I’mChris.“I do,daddy.”

The man groaned before thrusting into him hard a few minutes. They grunted and groaned together, both their bodies pushed to the limit. And then he slowed, the tempo unhurried. Noah wasn’t sure which he liked better. Fast and hard felt damned good, but watching the man’s muscles rippling under his arms, chest, and abs as he slowly worked his cock in and out held a fascination, too.

By the end, their bodies slapped together, both too eager to slow on their path to release. Noah reached for his cock, stroking himself to release seconds before his daddy pulled out, ripped the condom off, and came onto his cock. Their seed blended over his shaft and a bit of his hand as they both found release.

His daddy collapsed back into the chair, mostly dressed—though he hadn’t been wearing much to begin with. He wore a satisfied smile as he continued to stroke his still hard cock.

Noah sat on the edge of the desk, trying to catch his breath. He lifted his hand and trailed his tongue over the bit of cum that was left there. The salty-sweet flavor caused him to groan with delight. “Well… that was…intense.”

He turned and tried to stand, but his legs weren’t ready to handle any weight. Noah lay back on the desk, his hole still quivering. His whole body quaked from the powerful orgasm. Heart racing, he rested there until he was sure he hadn’t just died. Murder by orgasm was exactly the way he wanted to go out.

“You okay over there?” his bartender whispered, running a heavy palm over his ass cheeks.

“You destroyed me,” Noah whispered back.

“Awwww,” the man said, pulling him off the desk. Noah curled into his bartender’s arms the second he was in the guy’s lap. “You seem okay to me.”

Noah closed his eyes, pretending for a moment that what they’d shared hadn’t simply been a hook-up. It was easy to do when he was lulled by the steady beating of the man’s heart against his ear and the heavy palm gently caressing his bare back. What would it be like to have a man like this truly be his daddy?

“Can we stay here another minute or so? I know you have to go back to work.” Noah let out a shaky breath. He had no idea if he’d be able to walk for another few. He was in no rush to leave. Once he did, he’d move on to god knew what. “I need a moment after that.”

Daddy pressed his lips against Noah’s forehead. “Take all the time you need, baby. It’s a slow night. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Seemed pretty busy out there to me.”

“Not even close. This place is usually wall-to-wall packed on leather night.”

“Ah,” Noah murmured before lifting his fingers to brush over the hair curling between the man’s pecs. It was softer than he’d anticipated.

He let his fingers travel farther, whispering over the man’s heated flesh. Noah traced the outline of a couple of tattoos on his bicep before noticing another washed-out one lower on the guy’s wrist.

“What…” His bartender coughed. “What are you doing with the rest of your night?”

Noah lifted his gaze from the tattoo and shrugged. A smile tugged at his lips. The question hinted the guy might want more. Or was he assuming too much? Maybe it was simply idle chatter. “No idea. I was headed to a relative’s house… but I got here later than anticipated. I probably should’ve gone straight there instead of here, but I wasn’t looking forward to walking across town in the middle of the night.”

Noah heard the creak of leather as the man turned his head.

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