Page 3 of Inevitable Destruction

“Your ass loves my dick, doesn’t it?” I growl as I press my head against his hole, waiting for his answer. Seth’s strangled moan is the only response I get but not the one I asked for. I thrust in deep, then pull out of him swiftly, but not before angling my cock to hit that spot inside of him that I know will set him off.

He cries out when he’s empty once more, and I grin. “You know what to say to get what you want,” I taunt. And he does, too, because he doesn’t waste another moment.

He glances back at me, his round, light brown eyes locking on mine. His athletic body trembles underneath me, desperation leaking from his every pore. “My ass loves your dick, daddy,” he whimpers and arches his back, trying to press his ass against me.

I groan at the name falling from his lips so breathlessly. I press the head of my cock back against his entrance, watching his loosened hole stretch easily around me. He shudders as I pull back before pushing back in, watching him mold around me, again and again.

“Please,” Seth whines, and I decide to give him what he’s begging for—but only because my balls are pulsing painfully and full of cum.

“Please what?” I slow my movement some, teasing him but also wanting to hear it again. Needing to hear it again.

“Please, daddy.” His voice shakes when “daddy” spills from his parted lips, and the immediate heat rushing down my spine and straight to my balls is enough to set me off.

“That’s right. I’m your fucking daddy,” I growl as I press my palm to the back of his head, shoving his face into the thick comforter below us. Seth’s knees slip, and I let go of his ass cheeks to grab his hips and keep him steady.

I pull him up back where I want him, pressing one of my hands to his lower back. I pin him down, and he gets the hint, arching back against me. His ass pops up and back—one of the many benefits of fucking an athlete—and my dick disappears back inside of him. I groan at the sight in front of me as Seth shifts his hips, working himself into a frenzy as I lazily pump my hips, right at the brink.

Seth’s whimpers turn into pants as he speeds up, the sound of flesh smacking against flesh resounding through the room before abruptly cutting off with a sharp moan.

“O—oh—oh. Mmm, yesss, daddy.” Seth’s asshole contracts around my length as his dick pulses cum all over my navy blue blanket. The stark contrast of milky white on blue and the feel of warmth squeezing every inch of me along with that fucking name is enough to set me over the edge.

My eyes slam shut as the tingles at the base of my spine shoot through me and straight to my balls. I feel my hair fall in front of my eyes as I thrust one last time before stilling. Seth greedily works his asshole, clenching and loosening as my dick throbs, spilling every last drop of my release into the condom.

My body slumps over Seth, my forehead brushing against his sweat slick spine before I right myself, immediately realizing my faux pas. I pull out of him and snap off the condom, tying it and dropping it in the trash can off to the side.

I stand and yank on my jeans, not bothering with briefs. I run my hand through my hair, pushing it back and out of my face as I glance at Seth. He’s lying on his front, completely slumped on the bed, his golden-brown skin slick with sweat and his short, brown hair sticking up in random places. His five-foot-ten frame fits easily on my California king as he sprawls out, shamelessly spreading his legs apart.

My eyes drop, taking in his slim body, and I can’t help but to compare him to a certain someone. Whereas Seth’s legs are lean, Dominik’s are thick. Muscular. I know that just from looking at him from a distance. It’s not hard to tell he’s got some definition to his body behind those baggy clothes I’ve noticed he likes to wear.

And that fucking ass of his…

A growl works its way through my throat, and I spin on my heels, away from Seth. So much for a fucking distraction.

“You okay?” Seth’s voice croaks out, and I peer at him over my shoulder. He’s rolled to his back now with his arms crossed behind his head. His legs are still spread, only now his heels pressed into the mattress as he locks eyes with me, completely unabashed as he stares me down with a hint of a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

That was the thing that drew me to him—his confidence. He knows what he wants, and he’s not afraid to get it. We’ve only known each other for about six months now. It all started when I was sent to his fraternity house for a noise complaint. He opened the door with a bright, wide—and probably drunk—smile on those dusty pink lips. I still remember the way his pupils dilated as he took me in, in my uniform.

He didn’t cast Jamie a single glance as he ate me up with his eyes. Right then and there, he asked if he could have my number. Of course I said no—after I got his name. I then told him to keep it down and left.

Later on that day, I looked him up on the system at work. Found out he was twenty-years-old and had a clean record. Seemed like a pretty good all-around guy, but the way he looked at me told a different story. So, against my better judgment, I sent him a text with his number I found, and we’ve been hooking up since.

We fuck probably about six times a month. Sometimes twice a week, other times only once—depending on my mood. But it’s always at my place, and it’s never anything more.

I don’t want more. Seth on the other hand… I rake my fingers through my hair, feeling the strands tangling with my rings before I drop my hand. I know he wants more. I can tell every time we fuck. The way he’s started looking at me recently is different from before.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Only sex. Always. Only. Sex. And while I know what he wants, I won’t tell him to leave. I fully intend to keep fucking him until I’m bored enough to tell him to fuck off.

It’s nothing against him; it’s just who I am. Normally, my fucks don’t last anywhere near this long, but Seth liking the same things I do keeps me interested enough. Not many people in this town like getting their ass wrecked while screaming daddy, so I take what I can get. And if it’s this semi-clingy frat boy, then so be it. At least since we always fuck at my place, I can tell him to get the fuck out whenever I want.

He always comes crawling back. And his ass is so fucking good, I let him.

“Hello. Earth to Rhett.” I can hear the smile in his voice as I turn my body to him. His eyes drop to my torso, tracing my tattoos before blatantly dropping to my crotch. My dick twitches under his heated gaze before I turn and walk into my en suite without a second glance.

I slide open the glass door to the shower, and when the temperature of the water starts to turn warm, I discard my jeans and step in. I angle my body directly into the spray and close my eyes, letting the water run down my face.

Dominik’s pale face flashes behind my lids, and my teeth crack as my jaw locks. I blindly reach to my right and pump some soap into my hands. Once they’re clean, I drag them down my face, feeling my skin pull from the pressure. I grip the ends of my too long beard and tug, frustrated with the direction of my thoughts.

What would Dominik sound like moaning and whimpering for me, desperate for what his daddy would give him?

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