ログインI woke up way too early the next morning and stood under the shower with my forehead pressed to the cool tiles, letting the water run down my back. The questions wouldn’t stop.I’ve only ever been with girls. Last night I didn’t just “experience a man.” The man was my girlfriend’s father.Fuck.I had sucked his cock. I had wanted it so badly that when he came down my throat I came too—untouched, just from the taste and the sound of him breaking apart.Am I gay? Am I still straight? Bisexual? Pansexual? I don’t even know what half of those mean.Do I want Vincent? Do I want a relationship with him? Do I still want Hailey? Do I love her? Do I love him?Am I a horrible, monstrous piece of shit who fucked around with his girlfriend’s father?That one has a clear answer. Yes.I groaned and tipped my head back against the wall. What the fuck did I do last night? How did any of it even happen?Okay—fine. Two nights ago, I watched Vincent fuck his wife through an open door and it turned m
I sat awkwardly beside him on the couch he’d just been using to stroke himself. The air still smelled faintly of sex. I’d caught a brief, clear glimpse of his cock before he tucked it away and killed the television—long, thick, flushed dark, still heavy against his thigh. The image burned behind my eyes. Weird didn’t even cover it. Weird and hot, and the combination left me restless in my own skin.We sat in silence for a stretch. The only sound was his breathing, slower now but still deeper than normal, like he hadn’t fully come down yet.“Couldn’t sleep?” he asked. His voice was low, careful, clearly trying to ease the thick awkwardness between us.“Yes.”“What do you usually do when you can’t sleep?”I met his gaze. For a second too long my eyes dropped to his mouth before I forced them back up.“Jerk off,” I answered honestly. “Edge myself until I’m worn out.”His eyes darkened. He looked away and swallowed hard, the muscle in his throat working once.“I assume you do the same,”
How do you act normal after hearing your girlfriend’s dad fuck his wife through the wall and then jerking off to the memory of it?I still couldn’t decide what had gotten me hardest—the low, commanding way Vincent spoke to her, the sight of his firm, rounded ass flexing with every thrust, or the soft, broken moans that spilled from her lips. The images kept looping, vivid and filthy, and my body still hummed with leftover heat.“Good morning, Luca.”The voice yanked me out of my head so hard I nearly jumped. I was standing right outside their bedroom door like an idiot. Fuck.“Ma’am,” I managed, eyes dropping to the floor. Not because I didn’t want to look at my girlfriend’s mother—because her moans from last night wouldn’t stop replaying in my skull.“We haven’t officially met yet,” she said, warm and easy. “But pleasure to meet you, darling.”Fuck me, she was beautiful. Soft curves under a silk robe, skin glowing, face somehow both elegant and youthful enough that it felt almost unf
“Stella, we can’t…”I tried to pry her hands off my neck as she continued pressing hot, insistent kisses along my jaw and down my throat, sucking hard enough to leave blooming hickeys that would be impossible to hide tomorrow. Her body was warm and soft, pressed flush against mine under the thin sheets of the guest room bed. “But I want you,” she whispered, her voice husky with need. She snuggled even closer, one leg sliding over my hip, her breasts brushing my chest as she nipped at my earlobe. As much as my body screamed for her—cock already half-hard from her teasing—all I could see in my mind was her father’s hard, piercing stare from earlier that evening. Vincent. The man whose house we were staying in for the next week or two. She needs to stop tempting me. As if it wasn’t foolish enough, I had blurted out that stupid line during dinner: “Does doing her father count as manly?” The moment the words left my mouth, Vincent had looked at me like I’d lost my goddamn mind, his s
“Vincent, can you calm down? You’re getting worked up for nothing.” My beautiful wife said for what felt like the tenth time.I kept pacing around the room, staring out of the open door every few minutes, trying to hear if there was any sound coming from my daughter’s room. That boy better not be fucking my daughter. Yesterday I had managed to weigh both of them down enough they ended up sleeping in the living room. I asked dumb questions, kept the lights on, and made sure they didn’t get any privacy. But today, my wife came back early from her trip. I didn’t even get the chance to pull that off again.“How can I? My daughter is in there with that boy in a room and the door is closed,” I said, more anxiously than I should be. My voice came out rough, like I had been holding it in for hours.“Correction, our daughter is in her room with her boyfriend.”“That doesn’t make it any better.”“She’s twenty, would be twenty one in a month. Don’t make a big deal out of it.” Lindsey said, st
“I just don’t want you…” Vincent paused, sighing deeply as he set his fork down with a deliberate clink. “I don’t want both of you to be distracted.” “Ohh, Luca is actually very brilliant. One of the few things I like about him,” Stella responded, her voice light and teasing. She placed her hand on my thigh under the table, fingers spreading warm across the denim as she flashed me a gorgeous smile that made heat pool low in my stomach. Her dad groaned in disapproval, the sound rumbling from his chest. Stella kept being incredibly touchy. While I tried to avoid meeting her father’s heavy gaze, her hand moved with sneaky intent beneath the tablecloth. Her palm slid slowly up and down my thigh, fingertips pressing just enough to send sparks racing across my skin. Each stroke crept a little higher, brushing the inner seam of my jeans, then retreating again in a maddening rhythm. My breath hitched. She was starting to unravel me, and it didn’t help that her dad sat directly across, his







