ANMELDEN“Yes we can’t,” I moaned back, voice already wrecked. My hand slid down between us and found the hard, heavy shape of his cock through his jeans. I gave it a firm squeeze and watched his eyes darken. “We can’t do this… and yet you’re so hard… Daddy.”“Oh fuck—”The word tore out of him loud and broken as he jerked hard into my palm. For a second he just stood there, forehead pressed to mine, breathing like he’d run a mile. Then his control snapped.Vincent’s mouth crashed back onto mine, rougher this time, almost punishing. He shoved me harder against the wall, one thigh sliding between my legs so I was forced to feel the full length of him. My hand was still wrapped around the thick outline of his cock; he rolled his hips into the pressure with a low, hungry sound that vibrated against my lips.“Say it again,” he growled, voice raw.I squeezed him tighter, thumb dragging slowly along the ridge. “Daddy…”He cursed under his breath and kissed me like he was trying to devour the word
“Dad wants us down in a minute. Breakfast is ready.”Stella pushed the guest-room door open just enough for her head to appear. The frown she gave me was small but sharp, the same one she’d worn since I walked out of the bathroom earlier. I finished buttoning my shirt and moved toward her. She didn’t wait. By the time I stepped into the hallway she was already halfway down the stairs.I followed.In the dining room she went straight to her father’s side and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. “Good morning, Dad.”“Morning.” Vincent’s reply was automatic. Then his eyes lifted and landed on me. For half a second pure panic flashed across his face—wide eyes, tight jaw—before he locked it down so fast I almost doubted I’d seen it. “Good morning.”The nervousness still lived in his voice. Fuck, I was nervous too.“Morning, sir.”“Good morning, family!” Stella’s mother swept into the room with a smile bright enough to cut through the tension. She looked around the set table with open eager
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







