Logan grabs my wrist and pulls my arm over my head. Then he does the same to my other arm and holds both my wrists in one hand. It shifts his weight so more of him comes down on my cock. The mat of hair covering his stomach rubs deliciously over my aching shaft with each breath he takes.
He squeezes my wrists in his big hand and looks sternly into my eyes. “We’ll do it my way or we won’t do it at all. Is that clear, Silas?”
I give in, because what else am I going to do? And also because something turns over in my stomach when he goes all commanding like that. I nod. “Yes, Daddy.”
“That’s my good boy,” he says. He lets go of my wrists.
I keep my arms over my head and clasp my wrists to keep that sensation of being held down. I’m stretched out beneath him, triangulated with his mouth and hands on my nipples, and his hips pressing down on my cock. I come like that in two seconds, arching my back to rub my dick against his.
He keeps his motions up while I shiver and jerk beneath him. When my orgasm finally stops crashing over me and the aftershocks fade, I’m a loose, sprawling mess. My legs drop away from his hips and my hands unclench around my wrists.
Logan gives both nipples a last, sweet kiss each, then levers himself up to his knees. He swipes his hand through the come striping my belly and starts jacking his cock.
He’s looking at me while he does it and the intensity in his gaze pins me. “Such a beautiful boy,” he says. His hand moves faster. “You’re my beautiful boy.” His face is flushed with arousal, his fingers white with my come slicking his cock, but his eyes are still boring into mine. Like he knows what he’s saying, even through the heat of his lust.
“Mine,” he growls, and that word digs deep into my chest, hooking claws into my heart that I try to ignore. He can’t mean it, not really. He’s just saying the kind of things that you say in the heat of the moment. He comes all over me, marking me with white ropes of his come, mixing with my own already painting my chest and stomach.
He rests his ass on his heels and his heavy breathing slowly calms. When he looks at me, the hard expression he had while jerking himself off eases, and his eyes go soft. He leans forward, hovering over me, and kisses my cheek, then smooths the hair back from my forehead. “Sleep a while longer, if you want, Silas.”
So I do, because why not? It’s not like I had any particular plans for today. I’ve been so focused on Lance and his betrayal, then on getting here and seducing his dad, that I haven’t really planned any farther than that. I still need to figure out where I’m going to live, but I don’t have the energy to think about that now.
Or about whether Logan meant it when he said I was his.
I’m not sure how long I doze, but at some point, Logan comes back to the bed. His hair is wet and he smells of soap and citrus shampoo. He’s dressed in gray slacks and a white Oxford shirt under a rich chocolate brown sweater that makes his hazel eyes bright.
“Rise and shine, baby boy,” he coaxes and I stretch beneath the covers.
“Why are you dressed?” I ask. “I thought we were going to spend the day in bed.”
He draws back when I reach toward him, and grabs my hand to pull me up. “Up,” he says.
He’s brought my clothes from last night upstairs. He lays my jeans on the end of the bed and puts a folded long-sleeve shirt from his own dresser on top. Clean boxers and socks, also from his dresser. He puts the rest of my clothes from last night in a tidy pile on the edge of the dresser.
“Why?” I pull my knees up to my chest under the covers, fold my arms over my knees, and rest my chin on them. “Wouldn’t you rather come back to bed and fuck me properly?”
He gives me a look. “Silas. Don’t make me tell you again.”
I drop my eyes and study the navy blue diamond pattern on the quilt covering the bed. “Yes, Daddy.”
He leaves the room and I hear his tread heading downstairs.
I wander into the bathroom, take a piss, and get in the shower. I was so sleepy and sex-sated last night that I hardly remember last night’s shower with him. Damn, his shower is amazing.
The rainfall shower head beats down on my shoulders and the side jets make short work of the come smeared over my chest and stomach. I wash my hair with Logan’s citrusy shampoo and take my time enjoying his shower.
It feels pretty inappropriate to be in Lance’s dad’s shower. Even though we sucked each other off last night and both came this morning with Logan rubbing all over me, standing in his shower, surrounded by the products that make Logan smell the way he does, and touching myself feels super dirty.
Especially when I soap between my ass cheeks and press the tip of my finger against my hole. I turn my back to one of the side jets and bend over a little, spreading my cheeks so the spray washes the soap away. It takes a little experimentation, but eventually I find a position bent over and spread enough that a jet of water aims right at my hole.
Oh shit, that’s good. I take my dick in one hand and keep the other spreading my ass open as much as I can. There’s a short knock at the door that I left half-open and Logan pokes his head in. I start and look at him guiltily. He didn’t say I couldn’t jerk off in the shower, but it’s a natural reaction when someone finds you with your dick in your hand about to shoot, you know?
Logan raises an eyebrow. “I suspected as much,” he says. “You’re really desperate for something to fill that hole, aren’t you, boy?”
I go hot and I’m sure I’m blushing bright red, but I’m close enough to orgasm that I don’t care. “Want it to be you, Daddy,” I manage to say around a moan.
Logan doesn’t come any farther into the bathroom, but through the steam fogging the glass of the shower door, I can see a bulge filling the front of his slacks. He leans against the doorway and crosses one leg over his ankle. He’s dressed like it’s casual Friday at his firm and I’m naked, in his shower, bent over, ass spread to the jets of water, my cock filling my hand.
“Your breakfast is getting cold,” Logan says and the stern expression on his face only makes me hotter. “But, by all means, if this is how you’d rather spend your time…”
