The Father of My Best Friend 2

Chapter 2

The Father of My Best Friend 2

Kai scrambled to obey. Alexander pulled Kai’s shorts and underwear down in one motion, freeing his cock. It slapped against his stomach, flushed dark pink and already leaking a clear bead of precum that smeared across his skin. The cool air of the room made him twitch. Alexander stared at it for a long second, then wrapped his hand around it and stroked once, slow and firm. His palm was hot and slightly rough.

Kai’s hips jerked. “Fuck,”

“Quiet,” Alexander murmured. “They’re not back for hours, but I still don’t want you screaming the walls down yet.”

He leaned down and took Kai into his mouth.

Kai’s head dropped back against the pillows with a choked gasp. Alexander’s mouth was hot, wet, skilled. He sucked him deep on the first pass, tongue pressing firmly against the sensitive underside, the broad flat of it dragging along the vein. One hand pinned Kai’s hip so he couldn’t thrust up. The wet, filthy sounds of Alexander sucking filled the quiet room, obscene and perfect. Kai’s hands fisted in the sheets. He could feel the older man’s tongue swirling around the head, tasting the precum that kept leaking, then taking him deeper until Kai felt the soft constriction of his throat.

Alexander pulled off with a wet sound, a thin string of saliva connecting his lower lip to the glistening head of Kai’s cock. He licked it away, then sucked just the tip again, teasing, while his free hand rolled Kai’s balls gently.

“Not yet,” he said against the wet skin. “I want you shaking before I even get inside you.”

He stood, stripped out of his shirt, then his jeans and boxers. Kai’s mouth went dry all over again. Alexander was thick. Long. Already hard, the head flushed dark, a heavy bead of precum at the tip that caught the light. The scent of him, skin and arousal, hit Kai in a warm wave.

“Lube?” Alexander asked.

Kai pointed shakily at the nightstand drawer. He’d brought it out of pure, hopeful delusion. Alexander found it, coated his fingers generously, and climbed back onto the bed between Kai’s legs. He pushed Kai’s thighs wider, open and exposed.

The first finger pressed in slow. Kai’s breath hitched at the stretch and the cool slickness. Alexander watched his face the entire time, eyes half-lidded, mouth slightly open. He worked the finger in and out, then added a second, scissoring carefully. The wet sound of lube and the soft, broken noises Kai couldn’t hold back filled the space between them. Alexander curled his fingers and found the spot that made Kai’s whole body jolt. He rubbed it deliberately, firm and rhythmic, while his other hand stroked Kai’s cock in slow, teasing pulls that kept him right on the edge.

Kai was panting, thighs already trembling. “Please,”

“Please what?”

“Fuck me. I want you to fuck me.”

Alexander’s fingers scissored inside him again, stretching him open. “Say it properly.”

Kai’s face burned, but the words came out anyway, desperate and hoarse. “Please fuck me, Alexander. I need your cock inside me.”

That was all it took.

Alexander pulled his fingers free with a wet sound. He slicked his cock thoroughly, the thick length shining, then lined up. He pushed in slow, giving Kai time to adjust to the stretch. Kai’s mouth fell open on a silent cry. It burned, full and overwhelming, until Alexander bottomed out and stayed still, forehead pressed to Kai’s, breathing hard. Kai could feel every pulse of the older man’s cock inside him, the heavy weight of it, the way it forced him open.

“Jesus Christ,” Alexander muttered. “You’re so fucking tight. Burning hot around me.”

Kai wrapped his legs around the older man’s waist, heels digging into the small of his back. “Move. Please move.”

Alexander started thrusting, deep, controlled strokes that dragged over that sensitive spot every single time. The burn faded into heat, into pressure, into pure need. The wet sound of skin meeting skin grew louder. Kai clung to his shoulders, moaning into every thrust, feeling the thick slide of Alexander’s cock stretching him open again and again. Sweat began to gather between their bodies. Alexander’s chest hair scraped lightly against Kai’s nipples with every deep push.

“Look at you,” Alexander growled against his ear, voice rough. “Taking your best friend’s father’s cock like you were made for it. You gonna come for me, Kai? You gonna come with me buried in your ass?”

Kai nodded frantically, already there. Alexander’s hand slid between them and wrapped around Kai’s cock again, stroking in time with his thrusts, tight, perfect pressure. The dual sensation was too much. Kai came hard, vision whiting out, cock pulsing over Alexander’s fist and his own stomach in thick, hot ropes. His hole clenched rhythmically around the thick cock inside him. Cum splattered up his chest, some of it reaching his collarbone. His legs shook violently around Alexander’s waist.

Alexander didn’t stop.