Craving My Best Friend's Father

Asher's POV

This party is a lame as fuck.

The bass is so loud that I grit my teeth, unable to hear anything. The room is full of horny losers and I can't even remember why the fuck I came here.

I hear a familiar laugh and turn to spot my best friend, Luca, laughing and chugging beer like a lunatic.

I roll my eyes and sigh. Now, I remember why I came. Luca had practically begged me to follow him over here before abandoning me.

Some girl’s glitter body paint is smeared across my white T-shirt. I’m backed against the kitchen island and there’s a blonde sophomore, Kayla? Kaylee? I don't even fucking know, grinding her tits against my chest.

It's so fucking irritating how horny some of these bitches are.

Another one has her hand on my belt buckle like she’s about to unhook it right here in front of everyone.

“Jesus, relax,” I laugh, trying to peel Kayla-Kaylee off me without looking like an asshole. “I’m good, chill out.”

“You can't just be good, you're so fucking handsome. Am I not hot enough for you? My pussy is so tight, you'll love it I swear,” she slurs, leaning forward to trace my ear with her tongue.

I’m six-three with black hair, blue eyes, and the kind of face that gets me plenty of attention. I’m used to this shit but it doesn’t mean I want it tonight.

I hiss in irritation and push her away before turning towards my best friend who's across the room.

As always, our eyes meet and he senses my need to leave, then makes his way to me, even though he can barely walk with how fucking trashed he is.

Fuck, he might be getting a little too addicted to booze.

He reaches me in three strides, throws an arm around my neck, and yells over the music, “Ladies, back the fuck off my boy. He’s gay for me tonight.”

The girls pout and try to protest, but Luca’s already dragging me toward the door, and I just let him.

Outside, the air is so cold, I shiver.

“This party sucked,” Luca says, swinging the tequila bottle in his hand. “Bunch of freshmen trying to suck their own dicks.”

I snort. “You’re one to talk. You did three keg stands and you're fucking drunk.”

“Yeah, but I still have standards.” He bumps his shoulder into mine. “Let’s get out of this dump to my place. I hope Dad’s out of town. We’ll raid the good liquor and pass out like real men.”

I shake my head. “You're already reeking of booze, you alcoholic.”

His house is fifteen minutes away, a large beautiful mansion where I've been most of my life.

Luca’s dad, Mr. Rossi—Nico—travels for work half the month.

He works as some kind of private security contractor because he's ex-military, built like a brick wall and strict as fuck, I wonder if it's because he's been single since Luca's mom passed when he was born.

The man needs to chill out.

Nico was terrifying when we were kids. He's still kind of terrifying.

I help steady Luca as he stumbles through the front door. He kicks off his shoes before he face-plants onto the leather couch, and then starts snoring in under ten seconds. Classic.

My head is still buzzing, my throat raw from shouting over the music for hours so I head to the kitchen for water.

The house is dark except for the under-cabinet lights. The silence is kind of eerie.

As I open the bottle of water, I hear a low sound.

A grunt. Then, I hear it again.

It's coming from downstairs—I'm pretty sure it's from the basement gym Nico turned into his private cave a few years back.

I should just drink the water and go crash on the couch next to Luca.

But the sound keeps getting louder.

My feet move on their own. I go down the hall, then down the stairs. With each step, the sounds get clearer.

Flesh slapping flesh and a deep, filthy growl I’ve never heard in my life.

What the fuck?

Is Nico with someone? I mean it's not like I'm surprised that he's fucking anybody, he's a hot man, but why would he come all the way to his cave to do it?

The door is slightly cracked open.

I stop in the shadow of the hallway and look and then my mouth drops.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

Nico Rossi is naked and sweating, his every muscle shining under the low lights. He’s got some guy bent over the weight bench—with his ass up, his wrists are zip-tied to the barbell rack.

The stranger’s back is arched so hard it looks painful. Nico’s huge hand is fisted in the guy’s hair, yanking his head back while he fucks him raw.

My mouth falls open again at the sight of Nico's cock.

Fuck. And I thought mine was big.

His thick, veiny cock slams in to the hilt, then comes out shiny and dripping, before driving back in so hard the bench creaks.

“Take it,” Nico snarls, voice ragged. “Fucking take my cock in your ass.”

The guy whimpers—actually whimpers—and pushes his ass higher.

I can’t move. My heart is pounding so hard I’m scared they’ll hear it.

My dick is harder than it’s ever been in my life, straining against my jeans so painfully I have to bite my lip to keep from groaning.

I'm not gay. I'm not gay. I'm not gay.

Yet, I can't carry my eyes away from the erotic sight. Nico’s hips snap forward again, brutally. His balls slap against the guy’s ass with every thrust. There’s liquid dripping down the stranger’s thighs and the air reeks of passionate sex.

I should leave.

I should just turn around and leave.

But...

I have no idea what possessed me to unzip my jeans right there in the hallway, or fist my cock, and start jerking off like a fucking lunatic.

I watch Nico’s back muscles flex, the way his ass clenches every time he buries himself balls-deep in the guy's ass.

I watch the guy’s hole stretch obscenely around Nico’s dick,every time he pulls out. I’m leaking so much pre-cum, it’s dripping over my knuckles, making my movements sound a little.

Nico freezes for half a second—his head tilting like he heard something.

I stop breathing.

He looks toward the door, his eyes narrowing and for one terrifying second, I think he sees me.

Then he smirks, and slams back into the guy so hard the bench scoots an inch across the floor.

“That’s it,” he growls. “Milk my cock, you greedy little slut.”

The guy cries out desperately as he cums.

I don't even need to touch myself again before I cum to the sound of Nico's dirty talk.

I shudder so hard my vision blacks out.

Thick ropes shoot across my fingers, splatter the hardwood floor and my knees almost give out. I have to slap a hand over my mouth to stay quiet before Nico hears me.

Nico keeps fucking the guy, relentlessly, until the stranger is shaking and babbling nonsense.

Then Nico pulls out, rips off the tie around the guy’s wrists, spins him around, and shoves his long cock down the stranger's throat.

I watch my best friend's father pound his throat then cum— watch as his head tips back, his throat working and the deep guttural sound he makes when he unloads into the stranger's mouth. I can't help but wonder what his cum takes like.

I’m still dripping, my cock twitching like it wants round two already.

Holy shit.

...I think I'm gay.